I wake. I'm in an elevator. Looks like I'm going down. Light in elevator is low. Elevator is shaking slightly while my heart is racing with anticipation. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know what will be waiting for me when it stops and the doors open. Hands shaking. I lick my my lower lip before biting it to keep it from quivering. Hands are hot. My legs are weak with fear. Seems the dim lighting grows darker with each descending floor. I look down at my shoes. Red shiny heels; sexy laces wrapped up to and around my small ankles. Smooth bare legs. Up mid thigh, a skirt. My hips and ass, hugged by a cotton semi flared short black skirt. White buttoned up work blouse is buttoned up to my throat; no sight of swelling cleavage. Shirt covering a black laced bra with peek-a-boo red satin cups filled with spilling breasts; eager to be freed. Deep breaths quicken when I glance at my reflection in the control panel. My bright mermaid red hair pulled back on one side leaving a piece hanging softly next to my cheek. Bangs hanging slightly hiding my nervous eyes. I bite my lower lip again. My lips are a perfect shade of dark red matte, full and unable to keep still. My full dark lashes framing my soft muted blue eyes. Pupils wide and wild as my adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I'm scared. I have no sense of where I am. I have no idea where I am being lead to. I have no clue what or who will be there when the doors slide open. Even more fear courses through me, what if no one is there to guide me. Direct me. Explain to me what is going on. How long will I be left alone? With that thought, I jerk at the sound of the bell marking my arrival. The elevator makes it's final slight bounce locking into place before opening the doors. I shudder at the feeling I have just been delivered. Sent to whom? Commissioned for what? Heart pounding, I brush my sweaty hands across my hips adjusting my skirt. Clasping my hands behind my back I try to control the visible shaking that is starting to transpire. My terrified mind now has spread it's fear to my body. I feel as my body betraying me; shaking with fear yet I feel my panties getting wet. I hear the elevator light flickering as the doors begin to pull open; lights adjusting. The rubber from the doors making a slight suction pop as they spread slowly apart. Presenting. Like curtains at a performance; a show is about to begin. Sliding ever so slowly, wider, I see dim lights reflecting off of shiny tiled marbled floor. Gold flecks in the tiles sparkle. Dark reflective shadows in the floor appear as my eyes are scanning for movement. None. My heart pounding in my chest as the doors are now opened wide somehow telling me it's time. Time to leave the comfort of the defined four walls, ceiling and floor out into the unknown. I pull what strength I have to force my legs to move forward. My heels clicking softly as I cross with trepidation over the threshold. My clasped hands now moved to the sides of me, fidgeting with my skirt and wiping any wetness from my palms. As I slowly walk out of the elevator I can feel how wet I am. My panties providing no shelter for my inner thighs as they too are getting smeared from my pussy deceiving me. Fear is seducing me, pulling me. I am starting to fill with a need. I stop suddenly as I hear footsteps coming towards me unsure from which direction as I am facing a wall and either side of me is open. I can't gauge which direction the echoes of the slow with intent footsteps are coming from. I turn my head to the left. I see an open lobby, I'm in a hotel. Front desk is empty. No one is here. My heart drops to my stomach, when I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. My knees start to buckle at the thought the instant I turn my head to my right shoulder I will see who called for me. I turn my chin down with my eyes to my feet as he pulls his hand away. I can feel his body heat resonating eager to get at me and fill me. He comes close purposefully invading my space making me move; backwards. My heartbeat and heels are ticking as I walk backwards; head down and back into the elevator. I recognize these hands as they are now placed on my hips guiding me back. He walks me backwards to the back elevator wall. Now I'm flush with the wall, pinned. Elevator speakers, have been quietly in the background with instrumental music which now fades to a recognizable song: I'll let you show me his moves Let you do what he taught you Let you reminisce how you used to do Girl, I'm open to anything that'll get you into that zone And understand that we're all alone So you can slowly take off your clothes Baby girl, you know what's in store The song begins to fill me, while his hands on are still on my hips; he's waiting. Paused for my rapid breathing and racing heart to slow a bit. Just to build me up again. My head still down, I have an idea who has summoned me. My excited thoughts making it difficult for me to catch my breath. He patiently waits. I hold in my breath and slowly release. Relaxing my breath. Slowing my heartbeat. Baby I will stay up all night I've been goin' hard since last night And I'ma go harder tonight Wish you could see you through my eyes Oh, I'm telling you this ain't the same And I know he's still in your brain I'm 'bout to burn that shit into flames Once I'm in you, baby whoa His left hand remains pushed up against my right hip. He slides his right hand up, brushing gently across my breast making both breasts swell with a desperation to be freed from being bound in the bra. My breath, I'm losing again as his hand finds his way back down to the side of my thigh. He slides his hand up under my skirt. Slowly traces up the side of my thigh pulling my skirt up, exposing my black laced red satin panties. He gently pulls at the waistband of my panties. My pussy aches as he quickly pulls back his hand; the tug was to tease. I hurt. My head still down, his hand comes back up and he lays it across my chest just under my chin. My heart pounds when he places his fingers under my chin. My heart feels as though it will burst from anticipation. The butterflies in my stomach vibrate violently frantically needing to be released. Lifting my head, my eyes well up with tears as my eyes match his. I knew it was him. Relieved it was him. He pulls my arms up over my head and takes both of my small wrists in one hand pushing me hard up against the wall. His other hand comes down to grab hold of my face pulling it up as he leans down to kiss me so I would forget. Forget what you know (whoa, whoa, whoa) Make yourself at home (ooh) 'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya You won't wanna go outside Montagnese, Carolo, et al. “Outside.” Spotify, 1 Jan. 2012, open.spotify.com/track/1yhDPgIPGoe3Bf8wRsK4u7.
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