21st floor please...
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Adult ++
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978
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21st floor please...
21st Floor, please...
Written by: Tari Calafalas
diamondeys77@cox.net
Archive: Sure, just ask
Disclamer: All people belong to themselves, no money made, don't sue me.
I am just borrowing everyone and will wash them before I give them back.
A little history, there is a hotel in LA, I don't know the name but it has been in a few movies like in "Scavengerhunt", It was also in that movie with Clint Eastwood and Renee Russo where the Secret Service agents. It's black and has all the glass elevators. You need that hotel in your head to enjoy this story fully..............
The elevator doors clicked softly as they closed. Marton hated, HATED glass elevators. He had never been a fan of heights but after all the shooting that he did high in the "Elf Talans", he downright hated them. Marton ld agd against the back wall and closed his eyes, hoping to make it thru his ride unscathed. Boy, was that a play on words after what happened.
He was so wrapped up in in keeping his cool, He didn't realize that he wasn't alone. The overwhelming feeling of eyes made his open quickly. He was rewarded with the sight of someone running quickly onto the elevator, then stopping ubruptly to stare at him. The pair of honey colored eyes stared at him, bore thru him. They caught each others gaze for what seemed like an eternity.
"21st floor please",
Her words snapped it out of his momentary trance. He then realized that she was standing in front of the bottons. He had forgotten to push the button for the floor he was going to and she made no attempt to push the buttons so he leaned over her, excused himself and pressed thetonstons. As if by design, his nostrils filled with the most hypnotic smell. It reminded him of fresh baked cookies, or was it pumpkin pie? He wasn't sure but he did know that the smell was definatly arousing. He stepped back and surveyed the woman in front of him.
She was tall and rubenesque, with perfectly chocolate skin. She was dressed from head to toe in candy apple red, which he felt suited her. He didn't know if it was the intoxicating smell, the height of the elevator, or the eyes. All he knew is that he was aroused, and there was no better way to satify that but with some kinky, mindless sex. By the way she was looking back at him, she must have been thinking the same thing becuase before he knew it, they lips were locked in a hungry, ravenous kiss.
His hands found the emergency stop button and he pulled it with force, without braking the kiss. A hand started to work it's way up the soft skin of her inner thigh and rest on the building wetness. He was excited to see that she was sans panties. He inserted one digit into her slick wetness. The feeling of his finger inside her just made the yearning from in between his legs stronger.
That must have been enough to send her over the edge becuase she suddenly grabbed him by the wrists the shoved him against the glass window. She explored his mouth, neck and earlobes with her tounge as she expertly made a pool of pants and boxers at his ankles. Marton grabbed her by her hips and hoisted her up and slid her down deftly onto his rock hard erection.
She threw her head back and let out a sound that resembled a gasp and a moan rolled into one. She rapped her legs around his hips and started to skillfully ride him. There was nothing me could do but relinquish all power and use most of his energy to holding them both up. It didn't take long before they where both grasping at each other because of the impending climax, which exploded between them like uncorked champagne.
"Look, we have an audience",
People on the other elevators had either stopped to watch or had craned every part of their body to watch the scence of wanton lust in the elevator.
She dismounted and they both began the prossess of reconsituting their attire to the state it had been a half of an hour ago. Someone must have pushed in the emergency stop button,for the elevator jolted and started it's hastly accent to the top of the hotel.
Marton looked up from the straightening of his pants to catch a blown kiss, a wink of a golden eye, and a flash of red. She was gone, but Marton knew that the memory of that elevator ride woulda laa lasting one.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FIN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by: Tari Calafalas
diamondeys77@cox.net
Archive: Sure, just ask
Disclamer: All people belong to themselves, no money made, don't sue me.
I am just borrowing everyone and will wash them before I give them back.
A little history, there is a hotel in LA, I don't know the name but it has been in a few movies like in "Scavengerhunt", It was also in that movie with Clint Eastwood and Renee Russo where the Secret Service agents. It's black and has all the glass elevators. You need that hotel in your head to enjoy this story fully..............
The elevator doors clicked softly as they closed. Marton hated, HATED glass elevators. He had never been a fan of heights but after all the shooting that he did high in the "Elf Talans", he downright hated them. Marton ld agd against the back wall and closed his eyes, hoping to make it thru his ride unscathed. Boy, was that a play on words after what happened.
He was so wrapped up in in keeping his cool, He didn't realize that he wasn't alone. The overwhelming feeling of eyes made his open quickly. He was rewarded with the sight of someone running quickly onto the elevator, then stopping ubruptly to stare at him. The pair of honey colored eyes stared at him, bore thru him. They caught each others gaze for what seemed like an eternity.
"21st floor please",
Her words snapped it out of his momentary trance. He then realized that she was standing in front of the bottons. He had forgotten to push the button for the floor he was going to and she made no attempt to push the buttons so he leaned over her, excused himself and pressed thetonstons. As if by design, his nostrils filled with the most hypnotic smell. It reminded him of fresh baked cookies, or was it pumpkin pie? He wasn't sure but he did know that the smell was definatly arousing. He stepped back and surveyed the woman in front of him.
She was tall and rubenesque, with perfectly chocolate skin. She was dressed from head to toe in candy apple red, which he felt suited her. He didn't know if it was the intoxicating smell, the height of the elevator, or the eyes. All he knew is that he was aroused, and there was no better way to satify that but with some kinky, mindless sex. By the way she was looking back at him, she must have been thinking the same thing becuase before he knew it, they lips were locked in a hungry, ravenous kiss.
His hands found the emergency stop button and he pulled it with force, without braking the kiss. A hand started to work it's way up the soft skin of her inner thigh and rest on the building wetness. He was excited to see that she was sans panties. He inserted one digit into her slick wetness. The feeling of his finger inside her just made the yearning from in between his legs stronger.
That must have been enough to send her over the edge becuase she suddenly grabbed him by the wrists the shoved him against the glass window. She explored his mouth, neck and earlobes with her tounge as she expertly made a pool of pants and boxers at his ankles. Marton grabbed her by her hips and hoisted her up and slid her down deftly onto his rock hard erection.
She threw her head back and let out a sound that resembled a gasp and a moan rolled into one. She rapped her legs around his hips and started to skillfully ride him. There was nothing me could do but relinquish all power and use most of his energy to holding them both up. It didn't take long before they where both grasping at each other because of the impending climax, which exploded between them like uncorked champagne.
"Look, we have an audience",
People on the other elevators had either stopped to watch or had craned every part of their body to watch the scence of wanton lust in the elevator.
She dismounted and they both began the prossess of reconsituting their attire to the state it had been a half of an hour ago. Someone must have pushed in the emergency stop button,for the elevator jolted and started it's hastly accent to the top of the hotel.
Marton looked up from the straightening of his pants to catch a blown kiss, a wink of a golden eye, and a flash of red. She was gone, but Marton knew that the memory of that elevator ride woulda laa lasting one.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FIN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~