I feel I stick out like a sore thumb here. I wish Dad wouldn’t take on these sorts of jobs. But I understand why he does. They pay well. And on the upside, at least I thought to wash my overalls last night. They’re nice and clean.
The hotel lobby is teeming with people; men in suits that probably cost more than I earn in a year, ladies dripping with diamonds and striding confidently in high heels. There are a few kids too. One of them runs straight into me. My tools scatter all over the marble floor.
‘Oh Gerald!’ scolds a woman dashing over.
‘You ok buddy?’ I say.
The child nods.
My mother would have battered me into next week for that. I hope his doesn’t.
The woman, who I presume to be his mother, scowls and snatches him away.
I gather up my tools. There’s heat in my cheeks. People are watching. Some are smirking. This really isn’t a place for the likes of me. Dad needs me though.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’ he says when he sees me.
He’s holding a wad of tissues pressed against his hand and blood is dripping through.
‘I had trouble parking. What the hell happened?’
I try to take a look. He shoves me away roughly.
‘I need to get this checked. I’m probably gonna need a shot and a few stitches.’
‘Ok. Well let me drive you.’
‘Eli, this job needs done. I can’t fix the lift like this. You’ll have to do it. I can take care of myself. Just watch out for that bastard control panel. The edges are as sharp as a razor. They’ll be lucky if I don’t sue.’
I know he won’t. He doesn’t like having to deal with lawyers.
I watch him shuffle off and then kneel down to clean up the drops of blood. The crimson swirls on the tile make me feel sick. As if his hate for me is somehow communicated by it.
There’s a noise behind me and I realise someone has entered the elevator.
Oh no.
‘Excuse me Miss,’ I say, stepping inside. ‘You can’t use this one. It’s undergoing maintenance.’
The doors slide shut behind me and the lift lurches upwards.
Oh hell no!
Eyes of mirth meet mine.
‘I’m sorry?’ she says.
Her rich brown hair snakes around her creamy white shoulders, like a path across the Alps. My gaze follows that path and I forget completely what I intended to say.
I can’t get my words out. The swell of her breasts has taken my voice. In all my twenty two years, I’ve never seen anything or anyone so beautiful.
And then the lift judders to a screeching halt and she stumbles forwards into me. I catch her and immediately I’m struck by two things.
The soft warmth of her skin.
And that we are in serious trouble.
She doesn’t look so serene any more either.
‘Try not to move too much,’ I warn. ‘I need to check this out.’
‘Ok,’ she says tremulously.
She leans against the back of the lift, her manicured bejeweled hands gripping the silver rail.
Cautiously, I open the control panel and yep, we are well and truly stuck. But fairly safe. Provided we don’t move around too much. I press the comm button. It makes not a single sound. I try again. Nothing.
‘Aren’t you the repair guy? Can’t you do something?’
I can understand her frustration. She probably has some gazillionaire hunk waiting for her upstairs and here she is stuck in a lift with a young useless poverty stricken dweeb.
‘The parts I need to get to are above us and also my tools are back where we just came from.’
She takes out her phone from her very tiny very expensive looking clutch and holds it to her ear.
‘No signal,’ she says in disgust.
‘Don’t worry. Help will come soon.’
She bites her fleshy lip.
‘I really hope so. I don’t like enclosed spaces. I wish I’d taken the bloody stairs.’
Then to my horror, she bursts into tears.
I’ve no idea what to do.
The next thing I know, her soft curvy body is pressed against mine.
‘Could you hold me please? I’m scared.’
‘Um ok.’
Then the lights flicker and go out.
‘Oh God!’ she cries.
‘Shuush…shhh….it’ll be ok. I’m here. You’re not alone.’
Without really thinking, I kiss the top of her head. Her hair smells incredible. Like inhaling a tropical fruit salad.
Her palm finds my neck and suddenly every ounce of blood in my body tsunamis to my cock. It is actually painful. And also extremely embarrassing. And a great distraction technique too apparently.
She stops snivelling and backs off slightly. Obviously, she felt my um…’situation.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ I say.
Kill me now.
‘It’s been a while since I was ah…seeing anyone. As in a girl. You must think me terrible.’
Apologies in the dark are awful. I don’t know if she’s mad at me or pitying. I try again.
‘I promise you, you’re completely safe with me. I always respect ladies. It’s just that – well…biology. And you’re hot. I’ll behave. Promise.’
There is a few seconds of loaded silence and then in the darkness I sense a warmth beside my ear.
‘But what if I’m not a lady?’ she whispers. ‘What if I don’t want you to behave?’
Her hand envelops my tumescent cock.
‘Jesus!’
‘Is that your name? Jesus? Because I can do obeisance my Lord if you wish?’
Where has all this come from? She was crying and petrified a minute ago.
‘My name is Eli,’ I breathe.
Oh fuck, she’s unzipping me.
‘That’s religious enough,’ she chuckles and then she wraps her lips snuggly around the tip of my tortuous hardon.
I have to brace myself against the wall of the elevator. She has me all the way inside her and her tongue is laving my balls. If I’d known this was going to happen, I would have shaved. She doesn’t seem to mind though. She’s caressing my hair, lapping my balls and scratching my right ass cheek while I gasp like a fish. Where is this going to end up? Does she want full sex? Should I just cum? I really fucking need to.
‘Eli, I need your cock.’
Another gout of pre-cum jets out of me. She licks it up and pulls me down on top of her in the darkness.
She’s soaking wet.
Does she not actually care I’m just a lift repair man? Apparently it really doesn’t matter because she’s parting her labia and sliding me inside her delicious heat. She moans and bucks her hips, forcing me deeper.
Fuck it. The universe has given me this opportunity. I’m taking it.
I remove my vest and place it under her head. Slowly, I start to pump, directing her little soft hand to rub her clit while I do so. I kiss her and tell her how amazing she feels, because she really does. Her body is gloving my dick in a whole heap of sensual nirvana. After several minutes of slippery sex honeyed pelvic collisions, I sense a change. She tightens like a vice and even more wetness floods from her. Her legs shake and then…bam! She’s creaming all over my ecstatic penis. I thank her body with four and a half big jets of cum pulsed all over her still convulsing walls. She wraps her legs around me and miraculously seems to be cumming again.
Dear God, I’m never going to forget this!
Eventually we still and I realise I’m crushing her.
‘I never got your name. That’s really awful of me,’ I say, feeling ashamed.
She leans over and kisses me gently.
‘Not at all. My name is Helena. You’ve been an absolute perfect gentleman.’
This almost means more to me than the sex itself. I smile like a Cheshire cat and wrap my arm around her.
‘And you are definitely a lady. Just a rather naughty one.’
We laugh and then the lights come back on.
[Luvin in the Elevator – The Perfect Gentleman](https://samanthajwright.com/2022/02/21/the-perfect-gentleman/)
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