Someone told me to write them a short story in the third person about an encounter between two strangers. This is the first time I’ve ever done this.
I know more could be added and revised. This was on short notice and took me over an hour to write. I’m not even sure if this belongs here but she said I should share it and that it was surprisingly good.
“Elevator”
11pm. She patiently waited as the doors belonging to the Graham Gates hotel elevator finally opened revealing a box of mirrors laden with golden floors. The bell echoed through the empty lobby as she walked in preparing to head to her room after an uneventful night. Her reflection in the daunting mirrors showed sad eyes and a dress meant to only be worn for one special night. The recent rendezvous that brought about her stolen smile was one of the many fruitless attempts to satiate her soul’s pining. The solid steel doors begin to close only to be interrupted gently by another guest, a man. A kind smile followed by a confident nod is given from him as she quickly straightens her posture, attempting to mask her somberness. Three relaxed steps forward and the doors are finally allowed to close.
She reaches for the control panel to select her floor at the same time he does and they brush hands causing an immediate retraction of their limbs. She quickly smiles as he awkwardly laughs and asks what floor? They’re both going to the same level and he presses the button accompanied by an apology. The vibration from his voice was enough to take her heart up a beat.The next floor approaches as the man looks over at her with a smile and immediately becomes enveloped, smile fading with his mouth opening slightly. He hadn’t noticed how beautiful she was entering the elevator. Brown hair paired with an electric blue dress captured him. She couldn’t help but peer back, longer than she was used to and realizing how kind his face was in the elevators ambient atmosphere. He asked “are you ok?”, noticing a slight sadness from her smile. Standing straighter she responded, “I am now that you’ve asked” and thanked him. One more awkward silence as they look forward. Her heart has jumped two beats faster, “He is beautiful” she thought and not a second later she took a chance that her past self would have never done.
She throws herself at him with the perfect placement of her lips on his, rivaling any encounter shes ever had in her life. He couldn’t be more aware of the instant jolt he felt as he instantly smashes the stop button. The elevators halt enhances the embrace that leads to their hands moving across each other’s bodies as if they had known each other for years. Her dress is frantically ripped in half at the bust as he aggressively caresses her chest and causes her to let out an audible moan. Breathless, he manages to speak, “This is an elevator” continuing his confident race around her neck with his mouth, she can barely whisper a response, “shut up and fuck me”. His hands shoot down under her loose dress and pulls up, easily sliding his fingers inside of her increasingly wet vagina. She can’t help but push back against his hands forcing him deeper, she’s been longing to be touched. Her legs are dripping as he gets down and buries his face between her legs. As he eats her out, he moans and the vibrations go throughout her with the deepest ones happening over her clit. The sheer pleasure she feels causes her to cum and fall back onto the mirror cracking it. He carefully picks up her legs to straddle him and keeps her on the wall. She unzips his pants and quickly, fiercely shoves him inside stretching her. Sweating and gasping, the man goes faster and faster while he chokes her against the wall, moving his hips in a way that sends them both bursting. He stares while she stares back and for a moment, they’re just in an elevator.
As they tried to catch their breath and find their balance they both ask, “where the hell did that come from?”, laughing with their foreheads touching. They Immediately start a conversation as if they were lifelong friends. With his face absolutely soaked and her dress completely ruined, they reach their floor. A slow walk to their rooms ensues as he offers to walk her to hers. As they reach the end of the hall, the man wipes his face from her fluids and kisses her. She pulls him in without a second thought as he eagerly accepts and for the second time that night, they thoroughly repeat their encounter. This time with everything they didn’t have time for on the elevator.
Thanks for reading!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vsr4m3/elevator_lust_29m27f_first_time_writing
More paragraphs would be very nice.