A ride like no other

The wait for the elevator was excruciating.

We didn’t dare touch one another, but I swear people could feel our heat. She looked beautiful. Sensual. Delicious.

Her dress wasn’t made to draw attention, but I knew what was under it. No one else did, but I knew. No pantyhose. No stockings. Just beautiful bare leg leading up to some variety of satin panties. During one of our previous trysts I asked her why she bothers wearing panties. Without missing a beat she said “because then you could finger me right here.”

God, she dripped sex. And speaking of dripping, I knew those panties were stained wet with her sweet juices, the ones bubbling up as we waited. I didn’t know what I wanted to do first, but it didn’t matter. She was going to enjoy it.

We got in the elevator, along with several other people. That’s ok, because you can be just a little naughty when the object of your desires is forced to pin you against the wall. For fun, I reached under her skirt for a touch of that soft satin.

No satin. Just soft leg and wet, wet lips. Oh my lord was she wet. The squishing sound had to be audible beyond my head.

Her room was on the 26th floor. The last person exited at floor 19. Before the doors closed, all I could think about were those previous words: “because then you could finger me right here.”

Two fingers to be precise. They slid in so easily. She was dripping wet. And the wetness was hot — literally and figuratively.

As the elevator approached our floor, I removed my fingers, gave her a naughty look and gently put them in my mouth. If her juices weren’t visible near her knees before, they were now. And I knew I was in for the fucking of my life once we got in that room.

[The rest of the story is here.](https://link.medium.com/O3TmSQmom8)

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hwk7rj/a_ride_like_no_other