Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It was 4pm on a Thursday afternoon. I was knackered and decided to go home. I shut down my computer and locked my filing cabinet, put on my jacket and walked out to the lifts. Standing there waiting for the car to arrive, I yawned. "Stop, you'll get me started" came a female voice to my left. I closed my mouth and looked around to see Julie-Anne standing beside me. She was one of my co-workers, an attractive, slim, dark haired woman about 15 years my junior. "Sorry, I couldn't help it." I replied and we both chuckled. The car arrived and we both entered. I pressed the ground floor button, the doors closed and we commenced our descent. We must have travelled about 2 floors, when suddenly the car juddered to a halt and the lights went out. I felt the atmosphere in the lift change almost immediately. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yes." She replied in a very shaky voice, "but I hope this doesn't last too long." The lights came on and the car gave another shudder. I had time to look over at Julie-Anne before the lights went out again. I could see a very frightened woman. In the darkness, I held my hand out and touched hers. She pulled away in surprise and then reached out and grabbed my hand tightly. Gently, I pulled her towards me, she didn't resist. "Thank you" was all she said. We stood together that way for several minutes in the darkness. Gradually I became aware of her nearness to me, the smell of her perfume and the susurration of her breathing on my neck. Finally, after several more minutes, I asked for my hand back so that I could get some blood flowing again. She had been holding tight. Laughing shakily, she released her grip. I began opening and closing my fist to get the circulation going again, when the lift gave another lurch and Julie-Anne threw her arms around my neck in panic and hugged me tight. I put my own arm around her waist and we stayed like that for some time. Gradually, the panic subsided, her breathing slowed down and her hug relaxed. My left hand was by this stage down on the curve of her arse; my right was gently stroking her hair to calm her. I became aware that her breasts were pushed into my chest, but more surprising was that my left leg was caught between her legs and I could clearly feel her pubic mound pushed against the top of my thigh. The atmosphere in the lift began to change; pheromones and testosterone were being released. Her perfume was intoxicating; her breasts were pushing through her dress against my chest. Her hair felt soft against my hand. I could feel her underclothing under my hand. My cock twitched in anticipation. Slowly, it began to dawn on Julie-Anne that we were in a rather compromising position and she mentioned this to me, but even though I moved my left arm from her back she made no attempt to disengage, so after a few seconds I put my arm back in its previous position and continued stroking her hair with my other hand. Finally, after some minutes, she lifted her head from my chest and reached up and kissed me. This wasn't a "thank you" kiss, that I realised quickly and I responded in kind. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, exploring it. My left hand moved down onto her clothing covered arse cheeks and I pulled her into me. She responded by openly grinding her pelvis against my thigh. Then she released me and without saying a word she began unbuttoning my shirt. When I was bared to the waist, she dived forward and found my nipples, gently biting them and then nibbling her way down to my waist. She unzipped my fly, pushed her hand in and pulled out my now rampant cock. I was surprised but pleased at her aggressiveness. I like my women to tell me what they want and Julie-Anne was telling me in no uncertain terms. "Fuck me, please" she cried. I pulled her into an upright position and searched in the darkness for her breasts. Her dress buttoned down the front so it was easy to undo the first half dozen buttons and free her orbs. I started playing with them, but she would have none of it. I heard the rustle of fabric, and then she grabbed my hand from her tit and pushed it down to her crotch. I pulled her panties to one side and felt for her cunt. She shuddered as my finger brushed against her clit. As I opened her dripping wet sex, she threw a leg up onto my hip. I grabbed my rampant cock and guided it into her hole, pushing her up against the wall of the lift car. Julie-Anne, using the hand-rail around the side of the car for support wrapped her free leg around my back. I freed both my hands, pushed them up under her petticoat to find her bared arse and proceeded to fuck the woman hard. It wasn't love making, it was lust, pure, unadulterated, primeval, carnal lust. We fucked! In that dark tin box, we slated our lust on each other. There was no attempt to ask whether the other person wanted something, we were simply two animals hungry for sexual gratification. I thrust deeply into her time and time again, seeking to thrust my rock hard cock up into her womb. Julie-Anne, for her part, ground her pelvis against mine and used her cunt muscles to grip my cock, causing both of us exquisite pleasure. Several times she kissed me, with her tongue exploring my mouth. In return I nibbled her earlobes and pushed my tongue into her ear canal, causing her to shudder. Her naked breasts, nipples rock hard with the carnality of the situation, pushed against the rough material of my jacket and shirt and then against my bared chest. When she came, I could feel her pussy muscles tighten as her orgasm overtook her. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around the walls of the car. Finally, I could take it no longer and announced that I was cuming. "Cum inside me" she pleaded, "I want to feel your spunk in me." This sent me over the top and I felt my seed bubbling up and spurting into her. Time and time again I spurted, until I was drained. I let her legs go and she slid down to the floor. My final surprise was feeling her mouth around my cock as she cleaned me dry and then tucked my now limp cock back into my pants. In the darkness, we moved back to our own sides of the lift and rearranged our clothing. Suddenly the lights came on and the car began to move. As we finished our repairs, the door opened and a repair man said that they had heard crying from the lift and wondered if we were alright. Julie-Anne and I just looked at each other, smiled and walked out of the lift and on our way. The next morning when I got into the office, there was a small package sitting on my desk. When I opened it there was a plastic bag and inside that a pair of cum stained panties with a note which simply read "Thank you".