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DISCLAIMER :        
               READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 
                                     OR 
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                              "Going - Down"
                                    RC 
                         74734.271@CompuServe.COM



        As usual, I went to lunch just before noon. As usual, I got on the
elevator. As usual, I pushed the botton for the ground floor. 

        And, as usual, I had to stop for someone else.

        The doors opened and a woman got on. I'd seen her around before, and
I would say the men certainly find her attractive. I myself was a bit jealous
of her. She was my age, late thirties, well-built. In the past, I had always
tried to ignore her. Not today.

        She glanced casually around as the doors closed. She pushed the 
button to get off several floors below.

        Then she whirled around and grabbed me, pinning me against the wall
of the elevator with an arm across my chest. I stared at her in shock and
fear as she moved her face close to mine and kissed me. At the same time, I
felt her other hand dig into my crotch.

        It was over as soon as it had begun. She was gone, the elevator doors
closing behind her as I opened my eyes.

        I wasn't hungry any more. I went to the bathroom and got sick. Then
I just wandered aimlessly, trying to figure out what had come over the woman.

        As I got on the elevator to go back to my office, I cringed as the
doors closed. I had to get out. I pushed the botton for the next floor up,
and walked up the stairs the rest of the way. I was quite out of breath when
I returned to my desk.

        I saw there was an E-mail waiting for me. I didn't recognize the
return ID. I paled when I read it.

        "Don't say a word or you'll regret it." That's all. The woman was
brazen, or insane, enough to sign her name. Tina. 

        For the rest of the week, I took the stairs. I couldn't imagine
facing that madwoman again.

        The next Tuesday found me again trudging the stairs on my way down
to lunch. I had not forgotten, could not forget, the elevator incident. The
wild look on the woman's face as she pressed her lips against mine...

        I shuddered, and knew I was probably going to be sick again.

        I sensed something and turned. Not soon enough. 

        She was there. Grabbing me, holding me against the wall of the
stairwell. Kissing me. Fondling me. And she wasn't stopping. I gagged, 
feeling myself about to wretch. Tina's perfume was so heavy, it was almost
as if it was making me helpless, drugging me. And her fingers between my legs
made me want to...

        I let out a yelp, quickly stifled by Tina's hand over my mouth. I
stood there gasping, not able to accept the fact that I had just had an
orgasm. And Tina was gone, the stairwell door closing behind her.

        I sat on the stairs and cried through my entire lunch hour. I was
numb, shocked, and ashamed that I had actually climaxed during that revolting
episode. Before going back to my desk, I went to the bathroom and was ill.

        There was another E-mail from Tina waiting for me. "Enjoyed that, 
didn't you sweetie? Just keep your mouth shut." No one heard my soft wail of 
depair, the door to my office being closed.

        I gave up going to lunch, instead munching on sandwiches I brought
from home. I had no appetite, I just chewed mechanically. When it was time
to leave, I made sure I went down with several other people. I was in terror
of meeting up with Tina again.

        And then, several days later, I was going into the buidling. There,
in the lobby, waiting for an elevator was Tina. I tried to duck into an open
doorway before she saw me, but as she stepped onto the elevator, I saw her
sneering at me. 

        I went home and called in sick.

        I lay there in my bed crying for hours. This woman was ruining my 
life. I had to do something. But what? After a long day and most of the night
spent crying and thinking, I decided to face this woman, this whore, and let
her know I wasn't going to stand for it any longer.

        The next morning, I found myself walking up the stairs out of habit.
I had to chuckle to myself. A sound behind me silenced my laughter.

        She was there. I was held against the wall as she again dug her
finger into my crotch. I stared at her, her eyes half-closed, face moving
closer and closer to my own, ready to...

        I gathered all my strength and pushed her away. She looked surprised
as she fell backwards. I rushed her, and now it was me pinning her to the
wall. We looked at each other, her with a strange smile on her face, panting
heavily, me filled with rage and...a damp spot between my legs. Tina saw my
expression change, just slightly.

        "Yes", she whispered. "Do it, sweetie. Do it. You want to, you know
it. Do it. Do it, Karen."

        I froze. Her perfume hung in the air like a fog, and her eyes stared
deep into mine with an intensity I'd never seen before. Confused, I held her
tighter against the wall.

        "Yeah, Karen, do it. Hold me tighter, Karen."

        I didn't know what to think. Tina was ENJOYING this? What is she, 
perverted or something? She looked like an animal in heat as she gazed back
at me, unblinking. And I noticed another scent that wasn't her perfume. It
was her.

        Or was it - me?

        Tina saw my face go blank. She put her arms around me and kissed me
again, hard. Harder than any man had ever kissed me. She seemed almost crazy,
and maybe she was. Crazy - over ME? Was she just crazy, or did she find ME
that alluring? I couldn't deal with that thought, but as Tina's lips pressed
against mine, as I felt a rush of heat flaring up inside me, I couldn't help 
myself.

        I pushed her back against the wall. She stood there with her arms
spread to the sides, watching me expectantly.

        And to my own amazement, I leaned over and kissed her. I felt my
stomach turning over slightly, but as her hand found it's way back between
my legs, the uncomfortable feeling vanished.

        She was wearing a short skirt. I trembled as I lifted it up, and saw
her white panties, soaking with excitement. Her eyes were wide and dreamy, 
and she kept repeating, "Do it, do it, do it..." I did it.

        I slid my fingers into her panties, my heart stopping when I felt her
button. She gasped and slouched down a bit, spreading her legs. Her arms were
up, hands clasped behind her head. She was breathing in ragged gasps, and I
had hardly touched her when her body shook with orgasm. "Do it, Karen", she
whispered. "Do it. Do me."

        Do me. I couldn't believe I was hearing that - from a WOMAN! But for
some reason, I no longer felt any nausea, no discomfort. I was still very,
very nervous, and still not sure if this was really happening, but I didn't
feel sick any more. The look on her face as she climaxed was incredible. I
never in my life would have thought that I would be watching another woman
cum, much less making another woman cum.

        I slid my finger in deeper, watching her reaction. She clutched her
hair, screwed her eyes shut, and moaned, her body tensing as if to physically
squeeze an orgasm from her body. Her cunt muscles tightened spastically on
my finger as I worked it in and out, in and out, over her clit and back up
inside her. 

        I wasn't ready for what happened next. Her eyes shot open, her arms
unfolded and she shoved me down. I was suddenly staring at her dripping
panties, kneeling on the hard concrete floor of the stairwell.

        Her aroma was more powerful, more seductive than any perfume or
cologne could ever be. To my surprise, and total disbelief, I found I wanted
very much to 'do her'.

        I pulled her soaked panties down in one motion. "Yes, yes, yes..."
was all she said, her hips sliding back and forth against the wall. Before I
knew what was happening, she had grabbed my hair and thrust my face into her
snatch. A salty taste, short hairs in my nostrils, her thighs around my ears.

        She gasped as my tongue flicked over her clit. This isn't happening, 
I thought. I'm still home in bed, and this is a weird dream. I'm not really
licking another woman's pussy. No. I'm not. I won't.

        But I was. 

        I lost track of things. The thought of someone else coming down the
stairs and finding us never occurred to me. There was only she and I. Her
almost desperate plea, the constant 'do it' in my ears, her moaning, my
moaning as her tongue found it's way into me. The scent. The feel of hard
concrete and soft flesh. The unending climax.

        It was quiet. We sat beside each other on the concrete floor, both
nude, both panting heavily. Tina leaned her head against the wall, took a
deep breath, and whoooooshed it out her mouth. She quickly stood up and got
dressed, picking her clothes from among the pile on the floor. I sat there,
drained, once more unsure, uneasy.

        Dressed, Tina ran her hands through her hair. She smiled down at me,
and bent over. "Don't tell anyone, sweetie." She kissed me lightly.

        And she was gone.

        I started crying softly as I dressed. What had it all been about?
Was I ever going to share that experience with her again? Did I even WANT to?
As I realized the answer was yes, I cried a bit harder.

        I stood in the stairwell at the door to my floor. I had managed to
clean myself up a bit. Walking quickly to my office, I closed the door.

        There was another E-mail. "Same time tomorrow, sweetie. Not a word."

        The next morning, I dressed carefully, choosing black silk panties
and a tight, black leather skirt I hadn't worn in years.


                               *** THE END ***

        RC
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                              "Going - Down"
                                    RC 
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