We approach the towering steel and glass skyscraper. It’s modern, clean and elegantly expensive, and that last attribute is a quality that befits a woman of your superior qualities.
Some might think I’d would be prudent to conduct our escapade in the evening, or very early in the morning, in the hopes that there will be fewer people around. But…I think not.
You’re beautiful, and you have a combination of sexual qualities that elevate you far above other women, and you deserve an audience, first and foremost to enhance your pleasure, and secondly to give some of the fine citizens of our city the vicarious sexual thrill of their lives.
So, the morning rush hour it is then.
Next, what to wear? Me…a handmaid suit, shoes polished like I’m on parade at Sandhurst, and my finest cashmere overcoat.
You? Your finest ‘fuck me’ heels; sheer, seemed, crotchless pantyhose, the expensive, elegant ones I bought you specially for our outing; a massively inappropriately short, tight skirt; a silky white blouse that just a little too tight, so everyone can see you’re not wearing a bra, and admire your hardening nipples. Oh, and no panties…of course.
As we walk into the building all eyes are on you. I’m openly, shamelessly, pulling up your skirt, exposing you; exposing your curves in the tight, sheer material of your black pantyhose, and caressing your gorgeous as the doors to the lift slide silently open.
I’m as HARD as steel and you’re soaking wet. You’re breathing so fast you’re almost panting, and your nipples are as hard as bullets.
I guide your forward with a firm pat on your beautiful bottom. You gasp, as do several other women waiting to enter, and as I propel you firmly forward, with my hand on your ass, I pull your skirt up and fully expose you for all to see.
I move you to the left hand corner where I turn you, back to the wall, with me facing you, close enough that you clearly hear the stream of delightful, forbidden filth I’m whispering to you.
I have you positioned to the side of me, so you can be seen by all those entering the car after us, their eyes wide in shock, and all fixed on you. Reluctantly, they all turn to face the doors as try to settle into their places, as years of commuting has taught them to do.
I waste no time and even before the doors have fully closed, I reach between your legs, my hand just above your knee. I run my hand slowly but firmly up your shapely leg, enjoying the silky feel of your sheer tights. Already the sexual sensation is almost more than you can conceal, and you bite your lip at the sheer joy of doing this dirty, forbidden, taboo thing.
‘I’m going to be fingered in a lift…’ you think ‘…in a lift full of people!’
My hand rises up your silky thigh, up above your pussy, and you let out a small needy moan, longing for my fingers to be inside you. I linger for a second or two, before running it back down and firmly cupping your wet pussy in a gesture of ownership. You let out a slightly lounder moan before partially supressing it.
The other passengers in the car stir a little, but none dare break the social taboo of turning and looking at us.
Your beautiful pussy is already soaking wet, and I enjoy the hot wet feeling on my hand as I tighten my grip. Then, I repeatedly run two strong fingers teasingly, up and down your engorged, swollen pussy lips, making you to emit a whimper of pleasure. I repeat this teasing for what seems an age to you, but what in reality is only five or six seconds.
‘Yes…yes…’ you moan softly, already unable to form sentences.
Without warning both fingers come together, and I plunge them straight into your aroused, wet, vulnerable vagina.
‘Oh…oh…fuck, fuck, fuck!’ you moan, still softly, but now your voice is trembling, as are your legs.
You can’t believe how quickly the pleasure has built up, and you feel yourself losing what little sense of control, what little composure you had when you got into the lift. The speed with which my fingers are plunging into your hot, soaking wet pussy increases and the wet squelching sounds of a woman being fingered, and clearly enjoying it, are unmistakable, as is the rising sexual tension among the others in the lift.
You’re moaning, gasping, and giving out little cries out sexual joy and now you can’t hold them in any longer. But a part of you is still aware how taboo all this is…
‘I’m being fingered in public, in a lift!’
… and that part of you is still trying to keep your sexual cries and moans from being too loud.
What you can’t control is the scent of your sex. The wonderful heady, aroma of your sexual pleasure is everywhere and it, and your sex pheromones, have flooded the car and it’s working it’s magic on the other passengers.
I begin ramming your pussy with my fingers and suddenly, my thumb is on your ultra-sensitive clitty.
Your orgasm detonates with astonishing force and ripples out through your body in wave after wave of irresistible pleasure.
Later you will marvel at how quickly you came, but for now you can’t even speak, so intense is your pleasure, so deep is your climax. Your beautiful, hot, wet pussy gushes helplessly in my experienced hands, and your whole body shakes with sexual extasy.
And…it just doesn’t stop.
Expertly, and lovingly, I change tempo, change movements, with a different emphasis here, a different technique there, and I send orgasm after orgasm pulsing through your whole being. And now you’re helplessly crying in sheer, sexual pleasure, utterly unable to restrain yourself.
The other passengers in the car are in shock.
Some of the women have themselves uttered a few, helpless whimpers. ALL the men are rock HARD…ALL the women are SOAKING wet.
Most have cast long, furtive glances back at us, some have turned to stare open mouthed at the forbidden spectacle. And all have seen the look of pure, naked, sexual joy on your lovely, beautiful face…and they are never going to forget it.
For many it is you they will see when they have sex with their partners tonight after work. Sex they will have thought abought all day and demanded when they got home. Serval will spend the day on their phones, arranging to fuck someone, anyone, as soon as possible.
For Phil, the recent graduate, the spectacle has given him such a powerful, all-consuming erection he has found the confidence to march into work and ask the girl on reception, whom he has lusted after since he started work there, for a date. She, unknown to her, has picked up your sex pheromones on him, and has immediately said yes, blushing as her pussy flutters unexpectedly.
For Sophie, 38, it will allow her to defy the biological clock. She and her partner have been trying for an age to conceive. Tonight the fucking in her bed will be HARD sand DEEP. In nine months they will have the baby they have so long desired.
For Jenny, 50, the CEO of an NHS organisation, your cumming in her presence will awaken something deep within her. She will go into her office and sit alone in silence for over an hour. Then, she will summon the young executive she has fantasised about for months to her office.
When he arrives, she will lock the door behind him, and then, wordlessly, she will strip to her stockings and panties before him, putting her still fine body on show for him.
Still without speaking she will strip him, revealing his muscled black body, lingering on his chest, licking and sucking his nipples, before slowly falling to her knees and, maintaining eye contact, take his HUGE black cock obediently in her mouth. Within a week he will fucking her bareback. Within a month he will, at her request, have organised her first gang bang.
But in the meantime, in the lift, you are utterly lost to your sexual pleasure, crying out ‘…yes, yes…fuck…don’t stop, don’t stop!’
Later, when I show you the video of the whole, which you asked me to acquire, I point out that not only did no one get out of the lift, they all rode it back down with us.
As the lift descends those final few floors, I slowly bring you back down to earth. Your eyes are glazed and shining, your breathing heavy, as I give you my fingers to suck clean of your sweet juices, a task you complete enthusiastically and noisily.
The doors open and we stroll innocently out of the lift, and out of the lives of our fellow passengers, never to be forgotten, and having changed their lives.
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