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 Dedication: For those of you who have taken the time to read my work and
then spent a few moments to write to me about it -- now I give you a few
moments of my time in return.  Enjoy the ride ...

   Elevator Ride by Girl Friday (MF cons)

   The convention appeared to be a complete success.  It had taken months
of planning, but the first annual ASS* convention had finally happened. 
Authors and fans from all over the world had gathered in Atlantic City, New
Jersey, for three days of workshops, discussion panels, meet-n-greets, and
fun on the Boardwalk.

   I should have been having the time of my life, but I wasn't.  I had
finally met my editor and good friend, Frank, as well as his lovely and
talented wife, Aphrodite.  Some of my favorite authors were here.  Not ten
minutes ago I had actually met Nick and Artie.  Jerry, another new author
like me, had set up a coffee meeting with some of the other new writers for
later.  I even had some fans ask for an autograph.

   So why was I not enjoying myself?  He wasn't here.  He'd specifically
said he would be here.  So, where the hell was he?  For weeks I had been
thinking about this.  All the flirting, chatting, emails ...  he was
supposed to be here, damn it.  In a fit of temper, I headed to the
elevator. Might as well go to my room and relax awhile before dinner.

   The doors were closing as I reached the elevator.  "Wait!  Please!"
Miraculously, the doors opened again and I stepped inside.  "Thanks."
Caught up in my own little world, I didn't pay much attention to the other
occupant other than to notice he was handsome in an ordinary sort of way. I
punched the button for my floor and felt the elevator begin its upward
motion.  Seconds later, the elevator gave a sickening jerk and stopped. 
Great, now I was stuck in the damn elevator.  Could this day get any worse?
With a growl, I sent my convention program flying at the control panel.

   "Feel better now?" The question was followed by a quiet chuckle.  I
looked over to find him openly smiling at me.

   "No, not really."

   "What's wrong?" He appeared genuinely interested.

   With a sigh, I explained, "I was supposed to meet someone here.  I've
been looking forward to this for a long time, but he didn't show up.  Now
I'm disappointed, frustrated, and horny."

   "Well, I'd be happy to help with the horny.  Maybe that would help take
care of the others.  After all, we may be here awhile."

   Hmmm.  That did sound kind of nice.  "Are you serious?"

   "C'mere and find out."

   Fascinated, I approached him.  He snaked an arm around my waist and
jerked me up against him.  He lowered his mouth to mine and the world began
to spin.  Oh my, he really knew how to kiss a girl.  My hormones went into
overdrive as I started pulling his clothes off.  Before I knew it, we were
both naked and his mouth was everywhere.  I tried to be an active
participant but he was determined to show me a good time.  He stopped
pleasuring me briefly, just long enough to protect us both, before sliding
into me.

   Wonderful: that was the only way to describe it.  His cock moving in me
felt simply wonderful.  He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his
waist.  Braced against the wall of the elevator, he thrust into me, driving
me higher with each powerful stroke.  My orgasm snuck up on me, seemingly
out of nowhere.  My body twitched and bucked as a wave of ecstasy rolled
over me.  Dimly, I could hear him groaning as my pussy clenched down on his
shaft.  He continued to thrust and a second orgasm rolled over me as he
reached his own peak.  Gasping and sweaty, I slid down the wall of the
elevator and we came to rest in a heap on the floor.

   "That was without a doubt the best elevator ride I've ever had."

   "My pleasure." His smile was as smug and satiated as my own.

   The elevator gave another sharp jerk and we quickly scrambled back into
our clothes.  I was just pulling my jacket on as the doors opened to the
hotel lobby.  I started to step out of the elevator when I felt him grab my
arm.

   "Wait.  I didn't even get your name." With a guilty grin I flashed him
my name badge.  His expression changed to one of utter astonishment.

   "Friday?  Is it really you?  Baby, it's me.  I'm sorry I'm so damn late,
but my flight was cancelled and I had to fly standby." He wrapped me in his
arms and held me close.  The kiss we shared was full of tenderness, with
the promise of much, much more.

   Did I mention I was having a wonderful time at the convention?





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