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Please avoid this story if you are a minor or uptight.  No
plagiarizing, or Mr. Lawyer and Mr. Baseball Bat will have to deal
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smoother, trust me.  ;)  leegnome@yahoo.com <- hotmail has failed me
one too many times!

[Love In an Elevator by LeAnna]

It is fresh in my memory like yesterday.  I call it the best day of my
life.

His rough hands were suddenly soft as he caressed my face.  He leaned
forward to kiss me, a quick kiss that caught and lingered for moments
beyond its intent.  As we drew apart, we stared into each other's
eyes.  I shivered with anticipation.

"Now."  He pressed the 'up' button.

I clasped his hand tightly and stood in front of the elevator, on the
first floor.  I heard a faint dinging as the elevator came down, down,
down, past all the other floors to the lobby.  This glass elevator was
unique - one of two in the entire state quite like it.  27 floors, all
glass - around the elevator and in the front of the building - so it
felt like you were flying, up and away, outside in the world.

I was afraid of heights.  Had always been - that was why I was doing
this.  That, and perhaps I had a need to reaffirm my trust in him and
in our relationship - things had been a little rocky lately. 

Perhaps I should clarify the meaning of 'rocky'.  About a month ago,
we'd come to this very same hotel to celebrate our one-year
anniversary.  It was kind of stupid, really - I'd mentioned something
about needing to be with him forever, only he took it the wrong way.
Or maybe the right way, who knows.  But he got terribly angry and
accused me of trying to tie him down, and then stormed out of the
hotel. 

Well, I wouldn't mind tying him down - however, it certainly wasn't my
intent at the time, and it only drove him in the opposite direction.
So much for romanticism!

He'd come to my house the next day with flowers and apologies, but
since then, things were . . . tense.  I felt afraid to confide in him
the same way I had before.  And he was ever more confusing than before
- warm one moment, cold the next.  My head spun so much I hardly knew
what to think.  We were slowly - so very damned slowly - working our
way back into ease.  Perhaps doing this would bridge the chasm of our
relationship.

I clutched his hand tighter, and he wrapped an arm around my waist,
pulling me closer to him.  His hand brushed against my left buttock,
not quite accidentally.  He played (for just a fleeting second) with
the hem of my skirt.  I wriggled against him and winked, and his
handsome face tensed for a moment as he suddenly remembered what we
were here to do.  Sexual tension . . . got to love it!

My glance dropped to the front of his sweat pants.  Yes.  Only 27
floors, but it didn't look like there would be a problem starting . .


Ding!  The golden doors parted for us, and we strolled into the empty
glass kingdom.

The doors closed and we got busy.  He bent forward to kiss me, his
tongue flickering against my lower lip as he gripped my thighs and
lifted me up, pressing me against the side wall corner of the
elevator, in such a way that I had a perfect view of the outside
world, just as we'd planned.  I was supported by a brass banister that
ran along the sides, and by his strong arms along my bottom.

"Are you okay with it?"  He pressed me harder against the glass, his
erection pressing between my legs.  I caught my breath at his putting
my weight against such fragile-seeming glass, and at the same time, I
squirmed against him, feeling the wonderful hardness against me.  I
gulped, both in fear and in anticipation.  I was more than okay with
it.  I had an itch that desperately needed to be scratched.

"Hurry," I gasped.  He slid a hand up my skirt, greeting no panties,
and tickled me slightly.  I sunk my head into his neck and sighed,
undulating my hips against his hand.  My own hands dropped to pull the
front of his sweat pants down, and he sprung free.

He had a beautiful cock.  Long, thick, and wonderfully veined.  It
curved in just the slightest bit so when we made love, he would press
against my special spot.  And it wasn't too long, mind you, because he
never jabbed into my cervix, not even when he ground as tightly into
me as he could go.  He, however, was thick enough to require plenty of
my own juice - hence the hours of foreplay that often preceded first
penetration.  All those hours were unnecessary -- he could moisten my
panties simply by looking at me a certain hungry way - but they were
fun.

These thoughts were making me squirm with need.  I gripped him and
quickly guided him home, where I was very ready for him.  My pussy was
primed - the lips were slightly parted, and moisture ran in abundance
across my lips and down my ass cheeks.  I'd been anticipating this for
a while, and had been running it over and over in my head all morning,
and now I twitched inside with every inch that I took.

The elevator started to move.  At the 2nd floor, he thrust it as hard
and deep as he could, one smooth stroke, and I arched my back against
the glass, moaning deep in my throat.  We rose, higher and higher, and
I felt my heart thumping with the pure sensation of him inside me, and
with the pure emotion of my fear of heights.  

Third floor, he kept it deep inside me, rotating from side to side,
grinding.  The world spun underneath me, and I had to force myself to
not close my eyes.  My hands were clutching at his broad shoulders,
and my head tilted back in spite of myself.

Spin, spin, spin!  Oh!  It all caught up with me, all at once, and
slammed into me the instant that he lifted one of his hands off my ass
to caress my nipple.  I shook with orgasm, my heart quaking in fear,
my fingers clutching at his back.  He nibbled my ear . . . oh!

God, yes.  5th floor and going.  Going, going . . . He started to
whisper into my ear, things that started out gentlemanly and then
would have made me blush, except - oh!  This - ahh - sudden as
thunder, my body was enveloped in a strong, enormous flame unlike
those of just recently.  And then a bigger flame burst out from it,
spreading like wildfire all over my body.  I moved with his strokes as
much as I could, slamming into his thrusts, but he had me pinned
against the glass sides and left me mostly motionless.  His fingers
were deep into my legs, and his face was tight.  Grind, grind, grind.
Harder and harder against me.

I leaned over.  "Faster, my darling, faster," I whispered, my voice
breathy.  The last "faster" was drawn out into a hesitant moan.  I
watched a small house in the horizon get smaller and smaller, so
quickly - 14th floor - so fast, so fast --


I'm falling!

No!

The elevator side gave -- gave out -- no!  I jumped, all at once, and
clutched him as close to me as I could, my mind whirling.  He chose
that exact moment, that moment that we'd planned, to catch me in a
deep kiss and thrust, thrust, thrust! Harder, harder, harder!

Oh!

My head tilted back, and a yelp was released from my mouth.  The world
went white.

The last thing I remembered was his grunt of acquiescence, his arms
suddenly tightening around my body.  His face had that beautiful
orgasmic expression - I watched in silent awe as his jaw went slack,
and his eyes rolled the slightest bit.  He let out a wet moan, slow
and sweet, and I listened to his beautiful song.  His pelvic jabs were
quick and short, and finally, he fell towards me, his head buried in
my neck.  I wrapped my arms around his head and held him to my chest.

Ding.  Ding.  Ding.  We were at the 27th floor.  I leaned over and
pressed the button for the first floor, journey downward.  I looked
out into the parking lot - the cars were ants, the people were
nonexistent, and the flagpole, the huge flagpole, was barely a sliver
of a match.  Fear still clutched at my stomach, but with it was
accompanied a sense of satiation, a deep inner peace.

He smiled, his eyes closed.  He kissed me on the side of my mouth.  "I
love you," he murmured.

My happiness smiled.  "I love you too."

He reached into his pocket and took out a Kleenex, withdrawing out of
me and gently dabbing up the mingled juices that ran down my thighs.
I kissed him in appreciation.  There was more to leak out, but I'd
worry about that in a few moments.

The elevator slowed.  Hmm.  That was fast.  It - oh - it was stopping!
On the 21st floor!  Why was it stopping at the 21st floor?  It was
after 2a.m.  Nobody in their right minds would be . . . 

We jerked away from each other at the same time.  His eyes were
panicky.  I - no - too late to - doors opening!

He moved closer to me, and dropped his hands down to my sides, pulling
my skirt as far down to the knees as he could.  With the same
movement, he pulled up his sweat pants, thereby keeping himself from
being exposed to the outside world.  Which was good for him, but I was
stuck.  Vulnerable.  If I stayed in this position, I looked like a
young girl with her legs apart being pressed by a young stud against
the wall.  A young stud who had a wet Kleenex in his hand.  But if I
got down, in a tiny skirt, I'd momentarily flash everything, and cum
would dribble down my legs . . . 

Hmmm.

I stayed put.

He chewed his lip nervously, and we both trained our eyes on the
opening door.

Um.  Couldn't be worse, really.  An old man with a cane squinted as he
led his wife into the elevator.

They gave us a first, very peculiar look.  The polite thing for them
to do would have been  to look away - no, would have been for them to
step right out of the elevator, but the doors were closing - so they
looked away.  The lady looked off into the distance and murmured, "3rd
floor, if I may."

Uh-oh . . .  I couldn't quite reach.  I'd reached earlier, but we'd
shifted places since then.  His warm brown eyes were cold with panic.
I pressed my left thigh against him, motioning for him to move to the
left.  He moved too quickly, and I gritted my teeth.  Slow!  So slow
they wouldn't notice, you dimwit!  Notice what?  Too much already
noticed!  I reached my arm out and stabbed the button, and then sank
my head into his shoulder, half in embarrassment, half in fear.

I heard a quiet whispering of a snicker.  Oh, God.  Now they were
laughing at us.  I couldn't believe it.  I looked up at them, and the
old lady was biting her lips between her teeth, her cheeks red.  She
looked as if she was making a honest effort to not laugh.  The old man
had a faraway look in his eyes, staring off into the distance.  After
a few moments, he looked over at her and smiled, patting her shoulder.

I felt a strange comfort as they got off the elevator, hand in hand.
    	
My lover kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear, "I will
still love you when we're that old."  He pulled away from me and set
me down on my feet, and I embraced him.  He reached into his pocket
and pulled out a small black velvet box.

"Oh my . . .!"

He looked a bit embarrassed.  "I was going to wait, but, well, it
seems appropriate now.  I can't wait any longer, I don't think."
Chuckled.  I was in utter surprise - although I should have seen it
coming, shouldn't I?  "We've been together for so long, and I've been
crazy about you since the day we met.  I'm so sorry for blowing up at
you back then -- I just wanted it so bad and I was afraid of what I
was feeling.  But now I know . . . please be my wife, Kara."  He
opened the box to reveal a beautiful glittering ring.

"Oh, god."  Pause.  "There's nothing I want more . . . yes!"  I
started to cry.  His face broke into a wide smile as he slipped it
over my finger, and I hugged him as tightly as I could.

We held each other for a long while, standing there in the elevator.
And this time, we didn't care who saw.

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