Trapped in an Elevator [MF][Oral][Squirting][Creampie]

My husband and I walked into the elevator of the hotel, holding hands, and pressed the button for the lobby. Every so often, we like to have a special date night, a sort of vacation without traveling. So we get tickets to see a show, we book a nice hotel room, and we have a fancy dinner out, all without leaving the city. It feels really nice to get all swankified every now and then. This particular evening, we were heading to an upscale French restaurant, and then to the local opera to catch a performance of something famous and Italian.

I had taken the opportunity to get entirely dolled up; I was wearing a dark green cocktail dress with a halter top, the kind that hugs a lady’s curves in *just the right way* while also necessitating a braless night. Over that was a silk shawl in a variety of jewel tones, draped over my shoulders as protection against the evening’s mild chill. My husband was looking incredibly dapper in a well-fitted black suit, with a black shirt underneath, and a forest green tie that matched my dress. His long, dark hair was pulled back neatly, while mine tumbled down over my shoulders in a very carefully arranged but careless-*looking* way.

He placed his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close in a hug. “Hungry?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Famished. We should have plenty of time to get there, though, assuming the Uber isn’t running late or someth-” I was cut off by a lurch under my feet, and all of the lights going out. I may have screamed a little.

Within moments, dim red emergency lights illuminated the inside of the elevator, and we looked at each other. “No way,” I said, wide-eyed. He opened the panel to use the emergency phone. There was a brief silence while he listened intently, and then hung it back up.

“Nothing,” he said, sounding a bit tired. “The phone must be connected to the power.”

“Well that’s stupid,” I said, then sighed. “So much for dinner and a show.”

“If it’s any consolation, the opera is right around the corner. They might have lost power too.” It wasn’t, but I didn’t say that. We stood in silence for a few minutes, hoping that maybe this would be one of those power outages that comes back on really quickly, but no such luck. I leaned back against the mirrored wall of the elevator and sighed.

“Guess we’re stuck then,” I said finally. He nodded and leaned against the wall next to me. A few more moments passed, and then he leaned closer and spoke with a lowered voice.

“I know something we could do to pass the time.” His tone left no room for doubt as to what exactly he meant, and my lower belly clenched.

“No way,” I said, giggling a bit at the thought. “What if the power comes back in the middle?”

He shrugged. “What if it does?”

“We’ll get banned from the hotel!”

“Do we really want to come back to a hotel that doesn’t have emergency backups to let people out of elevators when the power goes out?” Ooh. He had a point. This hotel was really nice, though. But the idea of being suddenly caught in the act by a total stranger was somehow…*tittillating*.

My husband must have sensed my reluctance crumbling, because he moved in front of me and planted a hungry kiss right on my lips. It jolted me straight down through my core, and I could feel my body responding. My lips parted, inviting his tongue into my mouth, and my chest arched against him as my arms went around his neck. He had his arms wrapped around my back, holding me tightly as we kissed.

After a brief but intense makeout session, he left my lips and began to kiss his way along my jaw and down my neck. There’s a *spot* on the side of my neck and he knows exactly where it is; he moved toward it and then fastened his mouth on it. I could feel his teeth on my skin. My knees threatened to buckle, and I let out a breathy moan. I heard him growl low in response. His hands were roaming my body now, firmly groping me through my dress. There was something insistent about his movements, something demanding and a little bit forceful that I absolutely loved.

He paused, gathered both of my hands in his, then shoved them up over my head and against the wall. He held them there with one hand as he continued to ravish me with the other. I was getting well and truly worked up now; my breath was coming in gasps and pants, my heart was thundering in my ears, and I could feel myself dripping into my lace panties. My hips bucked against him, begging him to touch me there, but he ignored me for the moment, preferring to untie the halter of my dress so that it fell, exposing my breasts. He leaned in close to my face.

“Your hands stay there,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. I just nodded; I didn’t have the breath for words. Satisfied, he seized both of my breasts in his hands and resumed fondling them as he kissed his way back down my neck and onto my chest. I moaned again as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue feeling hot against my skin. His fingers pinched the other gently. Keeping my wrists above my head was becoming a struggle; I wanted to twist my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me.

His hands slid down to grip my ass as he continued his kissing journey downwards. I felt his fingers curling against my skin, and then the soft dragging of fabric as he pulled my skirt up, exposing me completely. The air in the elevator was still cool enough that I could feel it, although it seemed to be warming rapidly. A sudden pressure against me, through my panties; I leaned my head back against the mirrored wall and shut my eyes as he began to gently stroke me through the thin fabric.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured. His fingers pulled away for a moment, and I felt them slipping into the garment, pulling it to one side, and then his fingers were replaced by-

“Oh, fuck!” He chuckled a little in response to my words, but didn’t stop the movements of his tongue. I draped one leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer, and he didn’t object. He was teasing me, circling my clit once, twice, three times, then dipping deeper into my sex, penetrating me with his tongue, before returning to my clit. For my part, I had basically forgotten we were in an elevator, and was making exactly as much noise as if we were at home in our bed. My voice seemed to spur him on, and he began licking me in earnest. After another minute or two, I felt an orgasm building.

“Oh fuck,” I panted. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, *fuck*-” And then I was shaking, convulsing, bucking against his face, my hands clutching his head and holding him in place as if I was trying to drown him in my fluids. After a long moment, he withdrew, a wide grin on his face. The emergency lights reflected off the wetness in his beard.

“See? I told you it would be fun.” I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. He continued. “But you took your hands down. I told you to keep them over your head.”

“Ah, right. Sorry. I was just… it felt so good, and…”

“How sorry are you?” I could hear what he wanted in his tone, and my demeanor changed. I sank to my knees in front of him, my eyes level with the bulge in his pants. I reached up to the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned them, slowly sliding the zipper down.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I reached inside to free his cock. It stood there, proudly erect, just *begging* for attention. “I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” I took him in my hand and pointed the head at my parted lips. My tongue flicked out, licking around the tip, and I felt him pulse in my hand. I felt a sudden pressure on the back of my head. His hand, pressing me towards him. Obediently, I opened my mouth and he slipped inside. He let out a deep groan as I began to work my mouth up and down the length of him, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue. More pressure on my head, pressing him deeper, closer to my throat. I fought back the urge to gag, mostly successfully, and he did ease up a bit, letting me set my own pace again.

I wouldn’t be on my knees for much longer; I felt him starting to swell in my mouth and then he pulled away with a moan. He held me at arms’ length for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath. I looked up at him, my mouth still hanging open a little, and he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me roughly, and I could taste myself on him. We stumbled backwards until my back hit the wall again, this time in a corner. He pulled my skirt back up over my hips, his fingers pulling my panties to the side again, and I could feel him *right there* at my entrance, and then he stopped. I moaned in frustration, and I felt his warm breath against my skin as he chuckled.

“What’s the matter?” he whispered into my ear. “Is there something you want?” I nodded breathlessly, and he chuckled again. “What is it?”

It took me a few moments to find my words. “I want you inside me,” I panted.

He *tsked*. “Not good enough.”

I tried again. “I need you, please, I don’t care who sees.”

His whisper rose into a teasing singsong. “You’re getting warmer…”

I was desperate now. “Please,” I begged, my voice becoming a soft whine. “Please fuck me, I need it so bad, I don’t care who sees us, please fuck me-”

It must have been good enough. My words were cut off as he kissed me again, and then he lifted my body, supporting most of my weight and spreading my legs so that my feet were braced on the handrails. And then he gave me what I had been pleading for.

He thrust into me in one long, smooth stroke, my moan muffled by his mouth. But as he began to move back and forth, in and out, I had to break away. The elevator was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and my panting, high-pitched moans of pleasure. It wasn’t going to take long before I came, at this rate. My entire body clamped down on him, my arms tightening around his neck as he continued to thrust. My ribs locked up and I stopped breathing for a long moment, then, at the very crest of my orgasm, I let out a sound that could only be called a scream. I felt warmth gushing out of me, heard the sound of liquid spattering on the tile floor.

“*Oh fuck*,” he groaned, pounding into me even harder now, faster and deeper. I could feel another orgasm building, and all I could do was hang on for dear life as our climaxes hit us together. I felt a rush of heat inside me as he emptied his load deep into my body. We stayed that way for a moment, panting, unwilling to let go of each other. He kissed me again, then eased me down so my feet were on the floor again. As he slipped out of me, I adjusted my now-soaked panties so that there was at least *something* helping to keep his cum inside me, and not on the floor.

As we readjusted our clothing, myself especially being deeply grateful that no one had interrupted us, he glanced down at the floor in the corner, then back over at me. I shrugged sheepishly.

“You made me do it,” I said, a hint of joking defensiveness in my tone. He just grinned and shook his head.

Almost exactly on cue, the lights clicked back on, and we stared at one another in a slight panic. The elevator resumed its downward motion, but when it reached the lobby I stabbed frantically at the *close door* button until it slid shut again, then pressed the button for our floor firmly.

“I can’t go out like this,” I announced as we started moving back up towards our room. “I’m a mess, look at me!”

It was true. My hair was in shambles, my lipstick was smeared, and I was pretty sure I could feel his cum slowly dripping down the inside of my thigh. He just smiled, put his arm around my shoulders and drew me closer.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to have a night in, won’t we?”

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