Elevator Encounter -- by lightswitch © September 2007 [(FF, lesbian), seduction, interracial, white female, black female, public sex] =========== Cheryl pushed the elevator button several more times, even though she knew it wouldn’t make the elevator come any faster. The heat was making her cranky and she took out her frustrations on the already-lit call button. “Damned hotel,” she muttered. “Two hundred dollars a night, the air conditioning is busted, and they put me on the 43rd floor … *knowing* heat rises!” She fumed and swore some more. “It’s because I’m black!” she scowled. “If I was white, they’d at least have put me on a lower floor that wasn’t so hot!” The hotel had 45 floors and it was just an accident that they’d put her on the 43rd? Not likely! Cheryl pulled at the loose, stretchy dress that clung to her full figure. She was a big woman and normally didn’t show a lot of skin, but it had been so hot that she had slid on this summer dress that was roomy, but had a hem higher than she normally wore and a front that was more low-cut than she’d usually be comfortable in. But now, the extra exposed skin was a blessing. She turned, trying to catch some non-existent stray breeze. She could see sweat bead on her ample cleavage and trickle down her front, dampening and darkening her dress in an unflattering manner. It didn’t help that she hadn’t had sex in months and had become understandably frustrated. The elevator doors finally slid open and a gust of hot air hit her. “Damn,” she muttered. It was even hotter in the elevator and she didn’t relish the long ride down to the conference rooms, on the 5th floor, nor the ensuing boring lecture that the company was sending her to attend. “Three full days of Actuary Table Analysis!” she snorted to herself. “If the heat doesn’t kill me, boredom will!” Inside the elevator, the overhead fluorescent light flickered, giving an eerie feel to the confined space. The only other occupant was a petite white girl, standing at the back-left corner. Cheryl ignored her as she huffed into the elevator and stood near the front-right corner, so she could have easy access to the floor buttons. The button for the 23rd floor was already lit – obviously the white girl’s destination. Cheryl pressed the button for the fifth floor and settled back for the long, stifling elevator ride down. The ride was turning out even longer and more excruciating than she had feared. It seemed as if one or two people got into the elevator at every floor. Once the slow elevator stopped, it took over a minute for the doors to cycle through and close again, trapping the occupants in the stifling heat. Cheryl glanced at the white girl in time to see her quickly avert her bright, blue eyes. The girl blushed and looked at the floor. Cheryl paid this no mind until, a little later, she glanced out of the corner of her eye. This time, she resisted the urge to turn her head and pretended to look straight ahead. The white girl was pretty – cute face, dark hair – probably in her late teens or early 20s. Slender, but not anorexic. The girl did seem terminally shy, though. With a start, Cheryl realized that the girl was staring at her. The white girl’s lips were parted and she was breathing deeply. The flush that Cheryl had mistaken for a blush was still on the white girl’s face. A jolt of realization hit Cheryl. The white girl was turned on! And staring at *her*! Cheryl felt a slow, smile spread on her face. A cruel smile. Maybe she’d have a little fun with this timid little lez … Yank her chain a bit. Slowly, Cheryl slid her hands up around her big tits, pulling the damp cloth away from them to let it fall back. The white girl’s eyes widened and her lips made a small “o.” The elevator stopped and a two men in suits entered. Cheryl took two steps back to make room for them, bringing her closer to the little white lez. She could see that the young girl was breathing more rapidly, now; watching the big black woman and pretending not to. Cheryl kept her back to the side wall, providing a magnificent profile for her entranced admirer. She pretended to stretch, jutting her big jugs out and straining them against the stretchy, damp fabric of her dress. The white girl looked as if her eyes were going to bug out. She stared openly as the big woman continued to pose. The elevator stopped at the 23rd floor – the floor with the button that had been lit when Cheryl first got on the elevator. The white girl made no move to exit, but continued to stare unabashedly at the curvaceous black woman standing near her. Cheryl continued to casually and “accidentally” strike provocative poses – not enough to attract the attention of other passengers, but more than enough to keep the softly panting white girl’s attention. The elevator stopped again and a family of four entered. The elevator was getting crowded. Cheryl took advantage of this and stepped to make room for the new people – stepping right in front of the white girl, facing her, but looking straight ahead, as if not noticing her. The pretty brunette stared, wide-eyed … mesmerized by the enormous brown melons that hung, less than half an inch from her face. Cheryl could feel the girl’s hot, panting breath on her tits and felt her nipples stiffen, in response. The white girl must have seen her nipples get hard, though her damp dress, because she gave a low, soft moan, which was quickly stifled. They rode in silence for about three minutes, Cheryl’s fat, thick nipples poking through her damp dress to gently graze the hypnotized brunette’s cheeks. The other passengers seemed oblivious. Cheryl glanced down and smiled: The girl’s bright blue eyes were riveted on the black woman’s erect nipples and her pale face was flushed with arousal. The white girl panted softly, each breath a soft puff on the black woman’s perspiration-beaded cleavage. The elevator door opened again, but the elevator was too crowded for anyone else to enter. Inspiration hit Cheryl. She had the white girl essentially pinned in the corner, so her big body blocked the girl’s view of the rest of the elevator. She’d never know that people had stopped cramming in … Before the doors closed, Cheryl pretended to be jostled by more people entering the elevator and pressed against the trapped white girl. Her pale face pushed against the stretched fabric of Cheryl’s dress and was gently pushed into the big woman’s cleavage. Cheryl felt the white girl stiffen, but saw she made no move to bring her hands up or turn her face away. The black woman smiled. Up until this point, she had just been messing with the young girl out of boredom and a bit of cruelty. But now, with that pretty face pressed gently between her breasts and her own stiff nipples throbbing with a delicious ache … Nobody else in the packed elevator was paying attention to them – everyone else was facing the front and waiting for their floor. Slowly, deliberately, Cheryl 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 and past her chin. Without the constraint of the dress, the girl’s face immediately disappeared between Cheryl’s big, bare, brown boobs. There was no mistaking what had happened. No way to chalk the situation up to accidents or happenstance. The black woman had bared her tits and engulfed the white girl’s face with them. The cards were on the table. How would the pretty brunette react? Would she call out? Push away? The white girl went rigid and trembled gently, but made no move to extricate her face. The black woman’s grin widened. No resistance. No complaints. No attempts to get away. “Looks like I’m getting off, tonight,” she murmured. She reached up and gently stroked the white girl’s tits, through her thin blouse. The girl’s breasts were on the small side, but her nipples poked out like bits of hard gravel. The girl trembled violently, but did nothing. Cheryl pressed the white girl back into the corner more firmly and slid her hands inside the girl’s blouse, quickly glancing to make sure no one was watching. There must be 15 people crowded into the elevator but not a single one was looking their way! A quick flick of the clasp and the girl’s bra hung loose. Cheryl fondled the girl’s creamy white tits, gently squeezing and rubbing her rock-hard nipples. The white girl was completely silent throughout and didn’t move or resist. Cheryl stopped her fondling and leaned back, peeling her slick cleavage from the white girl’s face. She was greeted by a huge intake of air as the girl’s face was freed. “Poor little bitch,” Cheryl thought, “You must really get off on being smothered.” Cheryl grabbed one big boob and pushed it so her large, velvety nipple grazed the dazed white girl’s lips. The pretty brunette wouldn’t look her seducer in the face, but stared in combined horror and lust at the proffered nipple. Hot tears of shame formed in the white girl’s eyes, but she slowly moved her head forward to suck the thick, dark nipple into her mouth. Cheryl leaned forward, mashing her big boob against the white girl’s face. The pretty little brunette kept sucking and the big black woman sighed as she enjoyed the erotic pull of the white girl’s lips and tongue. The girl’s slender white hands finally found life and floated up to gently clasp Cheryl’s big, dark boob. Cheryl sighed again and pulled the brunette’s head tighter against her breast. “I can’t believe I’m getting my boob sucked on a crowded elevator,” she mused to herself. The bad lighting, people’s focus on the doors, their location at the back of the elevator, the white girl’s silent compliance … everything had come together for the perfect exhibitionist tryst! “Can I take this further?” she wondered. “Do I dare?” While the suckling was exquisitely enjoyable, she needed release! Still keeping a firm grip on the suckling white girl, she reached down between her own legs with her other hand and slowly began rubbing her crotch, pushing the soft fabric up between her dripping cunt lips as her questing fingers probed, seeking release. Her leaking juices soon soaked through her panties, but she sensed she wouldn’t be able to climax like this. Surrendering her attempts at self-pleasure, she used her slick hand to pull her panties down from around her big, rounded ass. When they dropped around her ankles, she stepped out with one foot and used the other to raise the sodden panties to her hand. She clenched the hand holding the pretty brunette’s head and grabbed a fistful of hair. Cheryl used this to lever the white girl’s head back. 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, Cheryl forced the soaked panties into her face, as if smothering her with a chloroform-soaked rag. The white girl’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t try to break away. Almost as if the strong stench of pussy juice *was* actually chloroform, the pretty brunette’s eyelids fluttered and then slowly closed. But she remained standing, inhaling deeply through the wet panties. Cheryl held her like that for several minutes, making sure the smell of pussy overwhelmed 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 Cheryl finally lowered the wet panties, the girl gave a soft moan of regret. Cheryl put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and gently pressed down. The white girl appeared confused, until Cheryl’s increasing pressure slowly began forcing the pretty brunette to her knees. As she went down, a shocked look of realization flashed across the white girl’s pretty features. She desperately shook her head as if to say “No! Not here!” But Cheryl didn’t ease up and soon the white girl was on her knees, facing the standing black woman. Glancing furtively from side to side, Cheryl raised the short hem of her dress, exposing herself to the kneeling white girl. Then she gently rested a hand on the brunette’s head and guided her pale face between her widened legs. The feeling of the white girl’s face being pressed into her crotch was delightful and Cheryl knew it wasn’t going to be long before she got the release she craved. She let the kneeling girl inhale deeply a few times before pressing her head more insistently. She was rewarded with the feel of the white girl’s tongue, sliding between her slick, thick cunt lips. Cheryl lost track of time, transported on waves of pleasure as the compliant white girl ate her pussy in the crowded elevator. She loved the view of the brunette’s head buried in her dark crotch, as the kneeling girl furiously fingered herself. She loved the knowledge that this was happening within a pack of people who were completely oblivious to what was happening. Finally, she got her release. Cheryl came hard, just as the elevator reached the first floor. Choking back a cry of pleasure, she tried desperately to keep quiet and discreet. A few soft, strangled noises pushed past her clenched lips, and she franticly pulled her dress back up to cover her big boobs. Only the bustle of exiting people – and the fortuitous fact that no one entered the elevator at this stop – saved them from discovery. As the elevator doors closed, Cheryl regarded the white girl, sitting on the elevator floor, sobbing gently. “Must not have gotten herself off,” she thought. Cheryl reached out and pressed the buttons for floors 43 and 45. The elevator started up and Cheryl pulled the white girl to her feet. The pretty brunette still wouldn’t look her 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, Cheryl pushed the white girl back into the corner. The pretty brunette appeared surprised and actually looked up into the black woman’s face. Cheryl pulled down the front of her dress and pushed her massive boobs into the shocked girl’s face. With no risk of an audience, Cheryl was more aggressive and quickly pinned the white girl’s head between her huge brown melons and the elevator wall. The white girl’s hands flew up, as if to interfere, but Cheryl shot her own hand down between the shorter girl’s legs and savagely thrust her fingers up into the brunette’s hot, drenched pussy. It only took a few quick thrusts before the white girl was flopping like a fish out of water, caught in the throes of a powerful orgasm. The big black woman stroked through until the white girl went limp, with her head still pinned to the wall by Cheryl’s big, brown boobs. The black woman took a half step back and the brunette came up, gasping for air. “Thank you,” she murmured, averting her eyes. It was the first words she’d ever said to Cheryl. “You’re welcome,” the black woman told her. Cheryl slowly, sensuously, pressed the young girl against the back wall, again. “I know something about you, white girl,” she said. “I know you get off on breath play.” The pretty brunette regarded her with wide, questioning blue eyes – which quickly disappeared into the black woman’s impressive cleavage as Cheryl forced the white girl’s head between her big breasts again. “You like this,” Cheryl said conversationally, as the white girl struggled, feebly. “You like getting tit-smothered, don’t you.” The black woman’s hands rose to stroke the girl’s exposed, pale breasts. “You like it a lot!” Cheryl chuckled, feeling the pinned girl’s rock-hard pink nipples strain against her palm. Cheryl continued to smother the white girl between her breasts until the elevator stopped at the 43rd floor and the doors opened. Then she stepped back and let the unconscious brunette drop heavily to the floor. Taking an indelible marker from her pocket, she wrote her room number on the insensible girls’ exposed milky white breast. “I’ll expect to see you later tonight,” she told the semi-lifeless girl. Pausing to consider, she rummaged through the brunette’s pockets until she found the girl’s driver’s license. “And in case you don’t show up,” Cheryl said, exiting the elevator, “I’ll know where to find *you*.”