Elevator Action

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I push through the crowded lobby of the office build where I work as hurriedly make my way toward the elevators. I take a quick glance at my watch and curse myself for being so late. Things have just not been going my way today. The last thing I need to deal with now is the slow elevator. I don't even notice you getting on the elevator until the doors close. Just great another floor to stop on and slow me down I think to myself as I look at you out of the corner of my eye. The elevator slowly begins to move making its way up the shaft. All of a sudden there is a sudden grinding nose and the elevator grinds to a halt. Just great I think to myself, this is just what I needed.

OOC: Looking for a female here. I will leave the discription up to you. But try to keep the age range 20-30.
 
I'll play

OOC - Ok, I'll bite....this could be fun.

IC - Leslie hurries to catch the elevator. She can hardly wait to see her old college roomie, as it's been a couple of years since they graduated. She sees a man getting on before her, and notices him glancing impatiently at his watch. She gets on right behind him, and notices him frowning a bit at her. Ignoring him, she pushes the button for the 12th floor, and the elevator begins to climb. Then a horrible grinding noise ensues and the elevator jerks and stops.

Leslie almost loses her balance, but catches herself. She glances over at the man, who is really frowning now. She notices that he is very handsome, and even in the midst of the situation, she is glad she dressed up today. After all, you never know who you might meet. She wears her red silk blouse and a fairly short black skirt, and as always, her lingerie matches. Today, she chose a red lace half-cup bra, that barely contains her breasts, and a garter belt to hold up her silk stockings. Her red three inch stilettos complete the outfit, and with her creamy complexion, dark brown eyes, and long black hair, she makes quite a picture.

Even though things seem rather bleak right now, Leslie decides to try to make the best of things for the time being. She moves a bit closer to the man and says in her normal throaty voice, "Well, this is a bit of a jam, isn't it?"
 
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This is just what I need I think to myself as the elevator grinds to a hault. What esle can go wrong today? Maybe next thing that will happen is that the elevator breaks will fail sending the cabin plumiting down to the bottom of the shaft.
Suddenly I was brought back to the elevator by the voice of another. Looking around my eyes settled on the other occupant on the elevator. As I slowly worked my eyes up her body I smiled to myself. Well there are worst people to be traped in an elevator with.
"Yes this is quite a interesting turn of events. First time anything like this have ever happened to me."
 
Leslie watches as his eyes travel over her body appreciatively. He smiles at her, and she returns it with one of her own, wetting her lips slightly, and looking him up and down in turn. ~MMM...very nice~ she thinks, letting her eyes linger on his crotch for a few seconds, before meeting his eyes again.

She likes his voice, and finds herself wondering what it would sound like whispering in her ear. Just the thought gives her an internal shiver. She replies "Yes, me too. I've never been in a situation like this. What do you suppose we should do?" Her voice drops just an octave, sounding a bit sultry, and she moves a tiny bit closer to him. She can smell his aftershave, and she likes the scent. Holding out her hand, she says, "By the way, I'm Leslie."
 
I reach out and take her hand in mine. "Nice to meet you Leslie. My name is Michael. Any ideas on how we should pass the time?



Her skin feels soft to the touch with a warmness all it's own. As I stood there with he hand in mine my mind beagn to wander. I imagined running my hands up her smooth thighs, slowly teaseing her pert nipples with my hot tounge. You know I thought to myself plently of interrestiong stories start out like this. Realizing that I was still hold ing her hand. I quickly let go and tried to act natural. Hopefully I had not made a bad first impression.
 
His hand is large and warm, the skin feeling very nice against her own. His voice is pleasant, and watching his face, Leslie sees he is thinking of something. She is not sure what, but realizes that he is still clasping her hand. She smiles as he suddenly seems to come to the same realization, and drops her hand, looking embarrassed.

"Hmmm....to pass the time...well, of course, there is no telling how long we'll be here."

Leslie wets her lips and moves a bit closer to him, letting her eyes travel over his well-formed body, then meeting his own eyes again. She stretches, her breasts jutting forward in the silk blouse, and says "I'm sure we can think of something to do...."

Playfully, she runs a hand over his arm, feeling the muscle that is covered by the cloth of his suit. Giving him a seductive look, she says "What would you like to do?"
 
She steps closer to me and lets her hands travel over my arm.

"What would I like to do? There are quite a few things I would like to do. The question is what will you let me get a away with? But first maybe we should get a little more comfortable," I say as I remove my suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. "
 
Leslie watches as Michael removes his suit jacket. She finds that this is getting very interesting, and smiles at him again. She hopes that the elevator stays out of commission for a good while. She admires the muscles that she can now see more clearly defined by his dress shirt. She moves over, brushing past him, her firm breasts sliding past his chest, and puts her back into one corner of the elevator.

Biting her lip, she says "Well, I might let you get away with quite a few things, depending of course on what they are. We'll have to discuss them and see what we can come up with." Tilting her head, she reaches up and unbuttons the first button of her blouse, giving him just a glimpse of the creamy swells of her breasts.

"I know a great way to pass the time...." Leslie says softly. "How would you like to play 'Truth or Dare?"
 
As Leslie pushes pass me her breasts glide across my chest. My cock gives a slight twitch as I imagine sliping the swollen head of my member between her cleavage. I watch her as she walks into the corner and undoes the top button of her blouse further exposing the smooth flesh of her breasts.

"What ever may come up you say? Well I can think of something that my come up over the course of a truth or dare game. But let's not get ahead of our selves. How about you ask the first question?"
 
Leslie gives Michael a wicked little smile. She glances at his crotch and notices a tent beginning to form in his trousers. Her smile grows wider, and she licks her lips.

"Hmmm....well, first of all, how about we sit down?" She slips to the floor, her back still against the wall of the elevator. She curls her legs to the side, causing her skirt to ride up, showing her legs off even more.

Tapping a finger against her lips thoughtfully, she nods and says "First question then...truth or dare?"
 
As Leslie sits down her skit rise up just a little bit giving me a good look at her legs. Since it looked like I was going to be here for a while I decided to join her on the floor and slumped down againts the wall so I was facing her.

"Well I don't know what to choose, they booth seem like they can be quite fun... How about we start off with a truth and work our way up to the dares. We may be here for a while and we don't want to have all the fun stuff too soon."

I let a small smile out as I looked at her letting my gaze drift across her legs.
 
Leslie smiles as Michael joins her on the floor. She watches as his eyes travel over her legs. She can almost feel them physically on her skin. She imagines for a moment what it would feel like to have his long fingers sliding over her bare legs. She likes that thought very much.

His smile is warm and he continues to graze her legs with those beautiful eyes. She stretches again and causes her breasts to rise just a bit, then says "Truth then. At what age did you lose your virginity?" She gives him a naughty little wink.
 
"What was my first time like? Well it is not something I like to talk about. Rather embarrassing really... to sum it up it was a series of mistakes culminating in her mother walking in on us. Surprised me so much I fell off her loft bed and was knocked unconscious... they had to get EMS to bring me back around."

I finish my story and look at her trying to gage her reaction.

"Well now that I aired my dirty laundry it is your turn, truth or dare?"
 
Leslie can't help but giggle at the thought of poor Michael getting himself knocked out at his first time. Her fingers fly up to cover her mouth, and her eyes twinkle. "Oh, you poor thing! That's terrible." She moves so that she is now sitting beside him, her thigh touching his. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair.

"My turn now? Well, I suppose I'll choose truth also. What would you like to know?"

She lets her fingertips rest lightly on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the cloth of his shirt.
 
Although she tried to hide it I could tell that she found my story humoros. I act as if I don't notice and continue to look at her wondering what my next move should be. Before I can make a move Leslie slids across the floor so she is sitting right next to me.

"So you pick truth too. Well let me think for a bit and see what I can think of. Tell me what is your wildest fantasy?"
 
Leslie is glad that Michael doesn't seem angry with her for finding his predicament amusing. She doesn't want him angry...she wants him horny! She stretches again, pushing her breasts forward, then says "Hmmm....my wildest fantasy? Well, I have lots of fantasies, but one of them is to make love in a threesome...either two guys and me, or a guy and another girl and me. I've always wanted to try that. Another fantasy is to make love in a public place, where we might get caught...like maybe an elevator...."

She glances at him from under her lashes, wetting her lips again. "Now, your turn, truth or dare?"
 
I was trying not to be distracted by her breasts so mush I almost did not hear her reply to my question. A threesome I thought to myself... well our current situation kinda rules that out. Hold on I think my luck begining to change sex in an elevator. Who knows maybe if I play my cards right I just may have a chance. Time to step things up a bit I think to myself as a smile slowly spreads acrros my lips.

"How about a dare this time?"
 
Leslie was hoping he'd choose dare. Her eyes flash at him, as she thinks about it for a moment, then she smiles another seductive smile. "Alright, I have one for you. I dare you to do a striptease for me. All the clothes off....I'll even hum for you. I want to see just how sexy you can be...."

She waits to see if Michael will accept her challenge, her heart beginning to pound in anticipation.
 
I was not surprised at all by Leslie's dare to me. Being trapped in a elevator this close to someone can have that effect on you. She wanted to see me strip, well she was in for quite a proformance. Hopefully I remember as much as I think I do from my brief stint at that strip club as I worked my way through college.

"Alright I accept your dare." I say smileing at her as I stand up and move toward the center of the elevator and slowly begin to unbutton my shirt.
 
Leslie can hardly believe her good fortune...that Michael will actually accept her dare! She watches him rise to his feet, unable to keep from noticing something else has "risen" also, when she glances at his crotch. What she sees there looks very promising, although she can hardly wait to get a better look.

She watches him move to the center of the elevator. His long, slender fingers begin to move over the buttons of his shirt. She wonders if he has done this before, for he seems very confident in his actions. She feels the wetness between her thighs beginning to grow as she watches him, and feels her nipples distend the silk fabric of her blouse.

She hopes that soon she will find out what his dare for her might be, and that she might have the chance to feel those luscious lips on her body.
 
Although it had been some time since I last striped I seemed to remember more than I thought. I slowly removed my shirt taking my time to tease Leslie all I could. Ounce my shirt was off I tossed it away and began to remove my pants. With my fly open my erection was clearly visable straining against the fabric of my boxers. As leslie watched I removed my pants leaving me standing in just my v-neck tank-top and boxers. With a grunt I tore off my tank-top and threw it in Leslie's direction.

"That is all you will get for now." I said with a smile on my face

"But play your cards right and who knows what might happen. Now it is you turn again. Truth or dare?" I said as I sat back down.
 
Leslie watches Michael move with grace and sensuality of a jungle cat. He moves as if he can hear music, although none is playing. She has even forgotten her promise to hum for him, so entranced is she by his performance. She watches him toss the shirt aside, and begin on his trousers. As soon as he unzips them, she can see how hard his cock is, and she feels herself begin to ooze moisture.

The pants come off, and now Michael is clad only in a tank top and the boxers, with his erection straining to be free. She longs to rip them off, and free him to her mouth and hands and dripping pussy, but she knows the wait will be worth it. He tosses her his tank top, and she lifts it to her nose to take in his scent.

"That is all you will get for now." Michael smiles at her, and she returns it.

But play your cards right and who knows what might happen. Now it is you turn again. Truth or dare?"

Leslie watches as he sits back down, then she says "Oh, I'll pick dare too....let's see what you can come up with." Her heart is pounding and her nipples have never been this hard before. She can hardly wait to see what he will dare her to do.
 
As I sat there looking at Leslie I could see her nipples pressing against the fabric. She was turned on and she was not trying to hide it. I could almost smell the sweet scent of her arousal. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

"So you chose dare? You not afraid I might ask you do something embarressing? Not that it matters really. It is not like anyone can see what we are doing in here. Well on to your dare. I was inspired by your dare to me. I want to see you strip. You have seen me now let me see you."
 
Leslie smiles at Michael seductively, nodding. "I'll take that dare. Let's see what you think. Now, I probably won't be nearly as good as you, but hopefully you'll like what you see..."

With that, she stands up and stretches, giving him a look at her clothed body. She begins to move slowly, seductively, to music in her head. She runs her hands through her hair, and parts her lips, wetting them slightly. She slides her hands down to the first closed button of her blouse, and slowly undoes each button, taking her time, then slipping the blouse out of the waistband of the skirt. Now Michael can see her lacy red half-cup bra, and the creamy breasts that are barely contained by it. The nipples stand out like pebbles.

She tosses the blouse to him, then runs her hands down over her hips, and reaches around to unzip the zipper at the back of the short black skirt, letting it slide down over her legs, revealing the red garter belt and the shaved mons, that is glistening with wetness. She steps out of the skirt, and kicks it aside, and now runs her hands up her body and over it, caressing her breasts through the bra, moaning slightly.

She bites her lip, then undoes the clasp at the front of the bra, sliding it open and freeing her lovely firm breasts for Michael's eyes. She tosses the bra to him as well, then walks over to stand in front of him, so that her shaved pussy is right in front of him. "Now what?" she purrs.
 
As Leslie stripped down I could feel my want for her growing with each piece of clothing that she removed. I wanted every inch of her I wanted to rub my hand all over her body, pinch those hard ereect nipples, run my hand over her shaved wet pussy. I was just about the bury my face deep into her shorn mound when she placed her mound inches from my face and asked. "Now what?"... With a smile I answered, "How about we get started on fulfilling that fantasy of yours?"...
 
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