In The Elevator - Sex Stories

In The Elevator

... going to do next. Gazing up at you as you look down at me questioningly, I remain silent and run my hands up your legs and caress your hips before pulling you nearer to my face so that I can feel your warmth. It feels so naughty to have me there, waiting for me to take you to that level you’ve imagined as you lie there touching yourself, thinking about a moment like this where you can be free to connect with your deepest desire to be led by an experienced hand. Smiling, I take the edge of your skirt and begin to push it up slowly…you try to stop me, pushing my hands away but I dismiss them without words and continue to move the taut fabric up and up…as my hands run firmly over your thighs, you buckle slightly as if to push your crotch closer to me, unconsciously…the skirt rides up over your panties to your waist as I look at your still clothed body, eyes aflame with primal lust…in an instant, I rip your tights from the waistband to the inside thigh…shocked, you gasp and try to protest but I gesture for you to be quiet which, in your already compliant state, pinned to the wall and about to be ravaged like you’ve imagined in those dreams, causes you to bite your lip and dreamily close your eyes. Seeing your panties right there in front of me, my sole aim right now is to give you pleasure and so I return my focus to opening your torn tights to show more of you…my fingers slip beneath the ripped fabric, drawing lines over your panties and teasing your pussy with slow, lingering ...

... touch; feeling how wet you are already and your warmth, underwear already damp to the touch and your intoxicating scent filling my nose. As if to whisper, my mouth slowly approaches you as you feel my breath, warm on the air, as it caresses you gently; my lips kissing their way from your waist and downwards to plant themselves playfully all over your panties, occasionally dancing over your clit through them, just enough to make you moan softly and tremble with each touch. My hands slide all over your thighs, massaging them while my mouth explores between them; the soft caress of my lips and tongue make you shiver, the feeling of having me go down on you almost brings you to the brink of orgasm right there and then, the sheer anticipation makes the moment more intense than you can even imagine. I kiss my way over the material of your panties, getting closer and closer to tasting you for the first time and driving myself wild with the thought of it. In a flash, the urge takes over and I grab your underwear with both hands, holding the sides taut at the front and back, ready to tear them from you as the anticipating builds even further. A fever pitch surge of electrical bliss shoots through you, the idea of being treated so roughly, so primal and feminine in your submissiveness pushes you over the edge as you shudder against the wall. Pulling my head towards you, trying to force me to your pussy I resist and, with one strong, swift movement, rip your panties at the seams and pull ...