There were other people around, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but cast covert glances at him. By the way his pants were getting tighter she knew he’d noticed her glances and were returning them in kind.
The elevator stopped at another floor, the 12th, and someone got off.
She sighed, thinking, “I hate having to go to the top floor, it always take so long. Hmm, wonder what floor he’s on …”
As the elevator stopped again and again, she lost herself in a delightfully nasty daydream where the young man with whom she’d been trading glances earlier hit the STOP button and ripped off her clothes, all the while nipping lightly at her neck, sending shivers throughout her body to her already erect nipples and the delicate skin between her thighs…
She was jerked back to reality when she felt a touch on her elbow.
“Sorry,” it was the same young man her thoughts had been focused on, “I was wondering: do you work here? I’ve never seen you around and I’m sure I would’ve remembered such a …” and here he looked her up and down, causing a flush to spread across her face,” … beautiful woman.”
Licking her lips, she noticed that they were alone in the elevator as it crawled to the top — floor 35, 36, 37 … “Um, yes, I started last week, top floor …” She was distracted by his creeping hand which was making it’s way down her arm onto her hip.
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