Elevator Encounter 2 (The “Elevator Encounter,” as seen by the white girl’s POV) -- by lightswitch © September 2007 [(FF, lesbian), seduction, interracial, white female, black female, public sex] =========== Madeleine pulled at the fabric of the blouse she was wearing, as she waited for the elevator. Looking back, the fake-satin material had been a poor choice to wear today. The air conditioning wasn’t working and the air in the hotel hallway hung hot and heavy. The shiny, slick fabric had looked great on the hanger, but was now sticking to her sweating torso in a most embarrassing manner. She sighed heavily. It was early in the morning and she had to ride down to the 23rd floor to meet her co-worker, Jane, so they could finish the sales presentation. Madeleine was the Marketing Assistant, supporting Jane, in Sales. How Jane could stand interacting with strangers all day was more than Madeleine could understand. She knew she’d be exhausted if she had to do that and, for the millionth time, thanked God that she was in a support function and not actual Sales. The elevator “dinged” and the doors slowly, reluctantly, hissed open. Despite the number of floors, the hotel was fairly old and a lot of its infrastructure was either obsolete (like the elevators) or breaking down all the time (like the air conditioning). They had stuck her on the 45th floor, but she didn’t mind – fewer people up here. Madeleine hesitated at the open elevator doors. The weak fluorescent light inside was flickering, giving the interior a weird strobe effect, like in some horror movie. Steeling her nerve, she forced herself to enter and, after pressing the button for the 23rd floor, made her way to the back-right corner. The doors closed and she stared vacantly at the polished brass rails. She could see her distorted reflection, but didn’t dwell on it. She’d brushed her medium-length brown hair earlier in the morning and knew she looked quite presentable – if the damned satin blouse would stop plastering itself to her torso! The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slowly hissed open. A woman got on and Madeleine reflexively averted her eyes. “Why am I so introverted?” she wondered. “Why can’t I feel comfortable around other people?” As the doors closed again, she hesitantly raised her eyes to view the newcomer. She was a black woman, very big, wearing a loose blue dress of some stretchy material. The hem was high, showing firm, thick, dark thighs, and the front was low-cut, showing a huge expanse of cleavage. Madeleine envied the woman – if only she had had the courage to wear something so revealing … she’d be a heck of a lot cooler and more comfortable! The woman stood near the front-right of the elevator. Madeleine could see the buttons for 23 and 5 glowing in the on-and-off again lighting. The woman must be riding down to the fifth floor. As they rode in silence, Madeleine found she couldn’t take her eyes off the statuesque woman. Technically, the big black woman might be considered “fat,” but she didn’t carry it on her waist, although that was certainly on the thick side. Most of the woman’s weight was in her enormous ass and massive tits. “Did I just think ‘tits?’” Madeleine wondered, momentarily flustered. Why had she done that? She never used coarse language like that! Anyway, the distribution of body weight had made for an incredibly curvaceous woman, there! The ride was turning out to be long. It seemed as if one or two people were getting on the elevator at every floor. Once the elevator stopped, it took over a minute for the doors to cycle through and close again, trapping the occupants in the stifling heat. The voluptuous black woman glanced her way and Madeleine quickly averted her eyes. She could feel a blush of embarrassment stealing across her face. To be caught gawking at someone … especially at another woman … ! She waited a while, staring at the floor, but finally had to sneak another peek. The woman was absolutely stunning and Madeleine became entranced. She had never seen a woman who was so curvy and sensual! The proportions of the black woman’s chest and hips to her waist seemed almost comically exaggerated and Madeleine found herself becoming heated as she watched. “What’s the matter with me?” she wondered, wrenching her eyes away. “I’m not a lesbian!” In fact, Madeleine had very little experience with sex, at all, except at her own hands. Slowly, the white girl’s eyes returned to the statuesque Negress. Madeleine watched, mesmerized, as the gentle swell of those massive brown mounds caused some of the beads of sweat to slowly trickle down the vast expanse of ebony skin to lose themselves in the dark valley between. The white girl could feel the heat rise in her cheeks and realized she was panting softly, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from this exotic, sensuous creature. To her amazement, she saw the black woman slowly slide her hands up to cup those big tits, before gently pulling the damp cloth away and letting it fall back. Madeleine’s eyes widened and she swallowed hard. Such an innocent gesture … yet so erotic, she thought. The elevator stopped and two men, in suits, entered. The big black woman took two steps back to make room for them … which brought her even closer to the fevered white girl! Madeleine felt as if she could barely breathe. She pretended not to be looking at the big woman, but continued to drink in all she could. The Negress kept her back to the side wall, unwittingly providing a magnificent profile. She stretched, jutting her big jugs out and straining them against the damp fabric of her dress. Madeleine felt as if she might faint. How could another woman look so irresistible?!? Madeleine was shocked to feel herself getting wet. “How is this possible?” she wondered. “I’m not a lesbian!” While she might not be a lesbian, she couldn’t deny that there was something about this black Amazon that completely entranced her. The elevator stopped at the 23rd floor, but Madeleine didn’t notice. She was too captivated by the Nubian goddess who stood so close, yet so far. The beautiful black woman shifted positions occasionally, unconsciously moving from one enticing pose to another, each more seductive than the last. It was all Madeleine could do not to slide her hand down her own skirt and seek release. She glanced at the other passengers in the increasingly crowded elevator, but they were all facing forward, intent on reaching their respective floors. The elevator stopped again and a family of four entered. The elevator was getting very crowded. The beautiful black woman obligingly stepped back to make room for the new people – stepping right in front of the Madeleine in the process! The stunning Nubian turned to face her direction, but was looking straight ahead at the back corner, not even noticing her. Madeleine stared, wide-eyed … mesmerized by the enormous brown melons that hung, less than half an inch from her face. She could see the sweat, beaded across their surfaces. The two women were standing so close that Madeleine could see the sweat droplets shiver each time she exhaled. She could smell the musky scent of the other woman, every time she inhaled. As she gazed, enraptured by those huge breasts that hung so close to her face, she saw a hint of movement. Slowly, but with no doubt, the statuesque Negress’ nipples began to swell and grow, pushing out from the stretchy fabric of her dress to jut out from her huge breasts like two thick thumbs. The fat nipples bridged the small divide between the two women and gently grazed the white girl’s cheeks. Madeleine, overcome with arousal, gave a soft moan, which she quickly stifled. Had the big woman heard? Madeleine felt so embarrassed. What if the physical response had not been due to arousal? What if it had just been a physical reaction from the touch of her breath? Or some erotic memory the woman was reliving, in her mind? But … what if the reaction *had* been from arousal? The possibility was equally disorienting. Was it possible that this black goddess was physically attracted to her … a petite white girl? What would that mean? Would they go further? Was Madeleine flirting with actual lesbianism?!? Until this point, it had all been merely hot fantasy. But things were reaching a threshold point. They rode in silence for about three minutes, Madeleine’s mind racing as the black Amazon’s fat, thick nipples continued to poke through her damp dress to gently graze the hypnotized brunette’s cheeks. Madeleine was torn between anxiety and a lust she had never felt before. Her knees felt weak and she felt her consciousness fluttering, as she verged on passing out. The elevator door opened again. Her view was completely blocked by the huge black woman standing so close, but Madeleine knew that even more people must be cramming into the already crowded elevator. Her assumptions were confirmed when she felt the big woman press against her more firmly, obviously jostled by the people. Madeleine found her pale face pushed against the stretched fabric of the Negress’ dress – the only thing preventing her face from pressing directly into the big woman’s cleavage. The white girl stiffened, her head spinning. It felt so nastily erotic – even moreso because everyone was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She knew she should extricate herself, but … Madeleine closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the stranger’s musky body. She almost didn’t notice when the woman slowly reached up and stretched the front of her dress down, allowing her massive brown tits to bounce free. The fabric that had been pressed against the white girl’s face was pulled down, past her chin. Without the constraint of the dress, Madeleine’s face immediately disappeared between the Amazon’s big, bare, brown boobs. Madeleine was shocked. Her mind reeled. Had that really just happened?!? This was impossible! Wasn’t it? But … there was no mistaking what had happened. No way to chalk this up to an accident or an innocent gesture. The woman had deliberately bared her breasts, in a crowded elevator, so that Madeleine’s face would be forced between those huge tits. The white girl went rigid, trembling. Her mind was reeling with shock, arousal, and … anxiety – of being seen … and of actually crossing that threshold of becoming a lesbian. Still, she made no move to extricate her face from its dark, fleshy prison. The black goddess murmured something, but Madeleine’s ears were covered with mounds of dark flesh, so she didn’t hear. “She knew!” Madeleine realized. “She knew I was watching her all along! She’s … she’s seducing me!” With her face still engulfed in dark titflesh, the white girl felt unseen hands, large and strong, reach up to gently stroke her small breasts, through her thin blouse. She could feel her nipples, already erect, harden into rock. Waves of pleasure washed over her and she trembled violently. “Oh God,” Madeleine thought. “It’s happening! I’m being seduced by another woman!” She knew she should stop it, but … it felt so good! The black beauty pressed the white girl further into the corner and slid her hands inside the girl’s blouse. A quick flick of the clasp and Madeleine’s bra hung loose. The white girl gasped, but the exclamation was lost in the black woman’s smothering cleavage. She felt the big woman fondle her creamy white tits and gently squeeze and rub her rock-hard nipples. She was beginning to get light-headed from lack of air, but this public tit-smothered was strangely, yet intensely, erotic. She continued to offer no resistance. The big woman stopped her fondling and leaned back, peeling her sweat-slick cleavage from the white girl’s face. Reflexively, Madeleine’s tortured lungs sucked in air as her face was freed. The dark Amazon grabbed one big boob and pushed it so her large, velvety nipple grazed the dazed white girl’s lips. Madeleine stared in combined horror and lust at the proffered nipple. This was it! This was the threshold. If she didn’t resist, she’d be crossing the line into lesbianism and could never un-do that step. She tried to resist, but her body trembled with a dark lust. Hot tears of shame formed in her eyes, as she slowly moved her head forward to suck the thick black nipple into her mouth. “That’s it, then,” Madeleine thought, her heart sinking in despair. “I’ve got another woman’s boob in my mouth … and I’m sucking it. I’m doing … lesbian … things …” With tears of humiliation streaming down her face, she continued to suckle at the Negress’ giant teat. The big woman was obviously enjoying the oral attention. She leaned forward, mashing her big boob against the white girl’s face. Madeleine merely kept sucking, though she could barely breathe, lost in the forbidden eroticism of pleasuring another woman. The dark Amazon sighed and pulled the brunette’s head tighter against her breast. Madeleine couldn’t breathe, but no longer cared. The big woman fumbled a bit and Madeleine realized her dark seductress was trying to rub herself as she got her boobs sucked. But, judging from the motions and grunts, the effort wasn’t going well. The white girl didn’t bother herself any more with observations and speculation, intent as she was on sucking the enormous brown melon pressed into her face. Without warning, Madeleine felt her head jerked back by the hair. The black woman’s swollen nipple plopped out of the aroused white girl’s mouth with an audible >pop<. Before the little brunette could refocus her eyes, the statuesque Negress forced a large, hot, wet cloth into her face, as if smothering her with a chloroform-soaked rag. The white girl’s eyes widened in shock, as a strong, pungent odor forced its way into her nose. “What …? What’s she doing?” Madeleine wondered, alarmed. Was the big woman going to knock her out … kidnap her off to some more private location? The white girl braced herself for the chemical assault, but it never came. What did come was strangely familiar, though. “What’s that smell on this cloth?” Madeleine wondered. “It was very strong, but it certainly wasn’t chloroform. Was it …? It couldn’t be … !” But she realized that it was. The dominant black woman had somehow removed her huge panties and was now pressing the sodden mess into the white girl’s face, smothering her with them. Had she pushed her panties into her pussy, first? They dripping wet, reeking with the overpowering stench of aroused cunt and almost hot from being pressed against the dark Amazon’s aroused pussy. The realization of what the smell was t made Madeleine’s head reel. Juices from another woman’s aroused pussy … She could feel the aroma overpowering her senses … short-circuiting her ability to think … to resist. “I am being completely and thoroughly dominated,” she realized, weakly. “It doesn’t really matter what I want or don’t want … it won’t affect what happens. This woman is going to take what she wants.” This awareness overwhelmed her. The sexual domination was real. She felt overpowered and helpless … and was sickened to find that she found that intensely exciting. Almost as if the strong aroma *was* actually chloroform, the pretty brunette’s eyelids fluttered and then slowly closed. She was close to passing out, but she remained standing, inhaling deeply through the wet panties. The big black woman held her like that for several minutes, making sure the smell of pussy completely inundated the petite white girl’s senses. The pretty brunette swayed in the black woman’s arms and her eyes remained closed. Only the sound of deep, regular inhalations through her nose gave indication that the young girl was still conscious. When her dominatrix finally lowered the wet panties, Madeleine gave a soft moan of regret, causing her to instantly flush with shame. “How could I enjoy that?!?” she berated herself. But she found she longed for that addictive aroma. She licked her lips, grateful to find the taste still there. The beautiful Amazon put a hand on both of Madeleine’s shoulders and gently pressed down. The white girl appeared confused, until the increasing pressure slowly began forcing the pretty brunette to her knees. As she went down, a shocked look of realization flashed across Madeleine’s face. Instinctively, she knew what the dominant black woman desired. Admittedly, the idea of burying her pale face in the dark beauty’s crotch and sucking those intoxicating juices directly from the source was incredibly exciting, but … maybe in private, where she could give in to her sick desires without an audience! Not here! Not in a crowded elevator! Not now! But the Nubian goddess was relentless and soon Madeleine was on her knees, facing the standing black woman. The big woman raised the short hem of her dress. Madeleine stared at the wild tangle of thick bush that was exposed and inhaled the strong, now-familiar scent that wafted around her head. She could see the thick, swollen labia, glistening in the flickering light. Panic at being forced into public sex wrestled with an unbridled lust like she’d never before felt. Her body sagged as she realized the decision had never been hers to make. Her black dominatrix gently rested a hand on the brunette’s head and guided her pale face between her dark thighs. The feeling of the black woman’s crotch being pressed into her face was mind-numbingly erotic and Madeleine realized she no longer cared where she was or who saw her. She inhaled deeply a few times before pressing her face deeply into the dark bush. She eagerly slid her tongue between the black woman’s slick, thick cunt lips and was rewarded by getting her face firmly crammed into the woman’s crotch, where it was thoroughly smeared with cunt juice. Madeleine lost track of time, becoming lost in the taste, scent, and feel of her dark dominator’s pussy. That pungent, slick slit became her world and she let herself be engulfed by it. She licked and sucked, reveling in the pleasured gyrations of the big woman’s hips. Still on her knees, the white girl began furiously fingering her own fevered snatch, completely overcome with lust. Part of her remembered she was still in a crowded elevator with people standing less than three feet away. But she no longer cared. All she cared about was slaking her all-consuming lust. She focused on her Nubian goddess’ clit and was soon rewarded by the black beauty shaking in orgasm. Madeleine smiled as she heard the big woman’s strangled cry of climax. The others must have heard that! But she didn’t care. The lust-crazed white girl continued gnawing and licking at the black woman’s clit and pussy lips until she felt the big woman sag against the back wall. She raised her smeared face. The elevator doors were closing and they were alone in the elevator. Where had the crowd gone? Madeleine regarded the black woman, who was grinning and trying to catch her breath. “What have I done?” the white girl thought, a degree of clarity intruding on her lust-crazed mind. “I gave into sick lesbian desires! I got on my knees and ate a black woman’s pussy … in an elevator!” The combination of prolonged arousal, shame, and sexual frustration were too much and she burst into tears. The black woman regarded her a few seconds, and then reached out to press the buttons for floors 43 and 45. “So that’s it,” Madeleine thought. “She’s done with me.” Shame burned her cheeks. She’d been used and was now, having served her purpose, she was being discarded. She was glad, she told herself. She’d put this behind her, like it never happened. Her pussy throbbed with need, distracting her. “I’ll go back to her room and masturbate furiously to get past this sexual frustration,” she thought. But she knew that she’d be fantasizing about her domination by the black stranger. She angrily brushed away her tears. No! No more! She was going to maintain control from now on. No more getting seduced to provide pleasures for strange lesbians! The elevator started up. To Madeleine’s surprise, the black woman walked over and pulled her to her feet. “What now?” she wondered, half fearful, half hopeful. She couldn’t look the big woman in the eye. They stood in silence for several floors. Unlike the trip down, the elevator wasn’t stopping at every floor … or any floors, for that matter. Without warning, the black Amazon pushed the white girl back into the corner. Madeleine looked up into the black woman’s face, in surprise. God, but she was beautiful! The powerful Negress pulled down the front of her stretchy dress and once again pushed her massive boobs into the shocked white girl’s face. With no risk of an audience, the black woman was more aggressive and quickly pinned the white girl’s head between her huge brown melons and the elevator wall. Madeleine’s head spun. “Again?!” she wondered, torn between whether to be horrified or grateful. She felt the big woman’s hand thrust between her legs and several thick fingers savagely thrust up into the brunette’s hot, drenched pussy. “Oh *fuck* yes!” Madeleine thought, before she was quickly pushed to the brink. The combination of the savage finger fucking and the erotic tit-smothering was too much. The white girl lost all control over her body. She flopped like a fish out of water, caught in the throes of a powerful orgasm. All doubts, all thoughts of resistance … dissipated in the crashing waves of climax. Lights flashed before her eyes and her oxygen-starved lungs burned, but all she could do was jerk helplessly through the intense orgasm. The big black woman kept stroking until the waves of climax finally ebbed and the white girl went limp, head still pinned to the wall by her seducer’s big, brown boobs. The black woman took a half step back and the brunette came up, gasping for air. “Thank you,” Madeleine sobbed, averting her eyes. It was the first words, she realized, that they’d shared. “You’re welcome,” the black woman told her. The big woman slowly, sensuously, pressed the younger girl against the back wall, again. “I know something about you, white girl,” she told Madeleine. “I know you get off on breath play.” Madeleine regarded her with wide, fearful blue eyes. “Breath play?” She had no idea what that meant. Was she talking about the tit smothering? Madeleine felt a liquid rush of pleasure between her legs. Even thinking about that erotic smothering excited her. Her musings were cut off as the black woman forced the white girl’s head between her big breasts again. Madeleine groaned, helplessly aroused by the assault. “You like this,” she heard the woman say, almost conversationally. The white girl struggled, feebly, out of reflex. “You like getting tit-smothered, don’t you,” her dominatrix said. It was a statement more than a question. The black woman’s hands rose to stroke Madeleine’s exposed, pale breasts. The white girl felt her rock-hard pink nipples strain against the black woman’s big palm. “You like it a lot!” the big woman chuckled. Madeleine burned with shame, but couldn’t deny the truth. She did like it. A lot. The black beauty continued to smother her and she slipped in and out of consciousness. She was dimly aware that her pussy was leaking juices down her leg. Her body went limp as she finally passed out, appearing to stand only because her head was pinned to the elevator wall by her seducer’s mammoth breasts. After what seemed an eternity of erotic, dominant smothering, the big woman finally stepped back and let the unconscious brunette drop heavily to the floor. * * * * * Consciousness returned slowly. Madeleine slowly opened her eyes and realized she was lying on the floor of the elevator, half dressed. She quickly hiked her panties back up, adjusted her skirt, and rebuttoned her blouse. Had all of that really happened? Had she really been seduced and smothered in a hotel elevator? The unmistakable smell of pussy on her face told her it had not been a dream. Shakily, she hit the button for the 45th floor. The doors opened immediately – the elevator must have been waiting here. For how long, she wondered? She stumbled back to her room. Once safe behind the door to her room, she undressed, trembling at the intensely erotic memories of being dominated and smothered. She threw herself on the bed and furiously frigged her heated pussy, reliving every detail. After her third climax, she was finally sated. She stumbled to the bathroom, almost reluctant to shower off the scent of her seductress. She halted in front of the big bathroom mirror, startled. There, in the reflection, she could see large, bold numbers written across her right breast: stark against her pale skin. She read the reversed writing: 4369. 4369? What did that mean? How did that number get on her body?!? She stepped into the shower and started washing. No matter how she scrubbed at the strange numbers, they wouldn’t come off. She felt subjugated, as if someone had permanently marked and marred her. Her head shot up. That was it! Only one person could have branded her like that: Her dark seductress! But those numbers? What did they mean? She showered, dressed, and left the room, planning on dragging in late over at Jane’s room. She closed her hotel room door, glancing at the number on the gold label: 4533. With a start, she realized the number on her breast must be a hotel room number. Her eyes widened as the full answer finally came to her. Hadn’t her seductress gotten on the elevator at the 43rd floor? Madeleine felt a quiver of unadulterated lust pass through her. The Nubian goddess must be staying in Room 4369! She realized that she wasn’t going to make it to the 23rd floor today, after all. Slowly, almost as if in a dream, she pressed the button marked 43.