Going Down

It was my first night alone in my new apartment and I was feeling a bit anxious. I had met a few people while moving in and they had invited me to a party 3 floors down. They seemed nice, so I figured I’d check it out. Danielle, the girl who invited me, said the party was casual, so I decided that jeans and my favorite pale pink tank top would work. A quick brush through my long brunette hair, a dab of perfume, some lip gloss and I was ready to go.


I stepped into the elevator and the doors were just about to close when I heard a male voice shout “Hold the elevator!” I grabbed the door and held it open. He stepped inside and I felt the breath leave my lungs. This guy was gorgeous! He was tall, with dark wavy hair, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Going down?” he asked with just a hint of a smile. “Uh…excuse me?” I responded a bit flustered. “I asked if you were going down,” he replied. “Oh!” I laughed. “Yes, yes I am. The 2nd floor please.” He pressed the 2 button and we started to descend.


I could feel my face flush warm as he turned to look at me. “I haven’t seen you here before,” he said. “Oh, no, I’m uh new,” I answered. I told myself to stop sounding like such an idiot, but his stare was so alluring, I could barely breathe. “Welcome to the building. My name is Patrick,” he replied with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Lori,” I managed, thankful to have remembered my own name.


We had almost reached the 3rd floor when the elevator lurched and stopped. “Oh no, are we stuck?” I asked. “Well, maybe,” Patrick responded. “This happens sometimes.” “You mean the elevator just stops?” I cried, feeling a bit claustrophobic all of a sudden. “Yes,” he said. “Sometimes it starts right back up, but sometimes….” His voice trailed off. “Sometimes what?” I demanded. “Well, sometimes it gets stuck and after someone realizes it’s stuck, they’ll call the super.” “And how long does that take? I inquired. “Depends,” he answered. “Could take awhile, but try not to worry. You’re not in any danger, and at least we’re together, right?” “Right,” I mumbled, looking into his eyes.


I wrapped my arms around myself and backed against the corner. “Are you scared, Lori?” Patrick asked. “Honestly, I’m harmless.” “Oh no, it’s not that,” I answered. “I’m just a bit cold.” “C’mere,” he whispered in a low sexy voice. I surprised myself and walked into his open arms. The warmth of his body flooded into mine. It felt electric. The chemistry I felt towards him was nearly overwhelming. “Thank you,” I said breathlessly, looking up into his eyes. “My pleasure, Lori” he whispered.


I could barely stand it. I wanted his lips on mine. I needed to taste his mouth. I pressed closer against him and I could feel his hardness. I gave a soft cry as his lips found mine and our bodies melted together. The only thing I could think about was having him inside of me. It didn’t matter that I only knew his first name. It didn’t matter that we were in an elevator, or that the door could open at any moment. I just wanted him, and wanted him now.


Our hands were all over each other. Grasping, pulling off our clothes, we were consumed with the urgency of it all. He quickly pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it onto the floor. He undid my jeans as I was pulling down the zipper on his. I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his hot, throbbing, hardness. He moaned. I stroked him as we kissed, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands tugged down my jeans and he dropped to his knees as he pulled down my sexy red thong. His lips kissed the hotness between my thighs and I opened my legs. His tongue found the source of my passion and I struggled to breathe. He licked and sucked on me, alternating between tenderness and passion. I buried my hands in his hair and surrendered myself to the rolling waves of pleasure his mouth invoked.


My body ached with the need to feel him inside of me. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply, loving the taste of myself on his lips. I felt his hands on my ass as he entered me. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed my body against the elevator wall, thrusting in and out. I clung to him, our bodies pounding together, over and over, until both of us cried out with our passionate release. He kissed me tenderly and we held each other until our breathing returned to normal. Never before had I experienced such intense and satisfying sex.


The elevator suddenly began to move and we scrambled to get dressed in a hurry, giggling at the thought of being caught! The door opened at the 3rd floor and two teenagers entered. “Going down?” one asked as she pushed the button for the lobby. Patrick and I looked at each other. He licked his lips and said, “Most definitely.” We burst into laughter.




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