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Lisa
by Notjoeking (address withheld)

***

A man has a flirty relationship with a co-worker. When 
they get stuck in the elevator, they go to a whole new 
level of intimacy. (MF, mast, voy, rom)

***

One very hot and humid Friday afternoon after a long 
week at the office, I was hoping to make it to a nearby 
bar in town before the inevitable late-day summer storm 
struck. Listening to the ever-approaching thunder, 
though, I severely doubted I'd make it. I was standing 
waiting for the elevator with Doris, a nice enough 
person but an absolute dog to look at. She must weigh 
close to 300 pounds, she has a piggish face, thick 
glasses, no style to her haircut or clothes, etc., etc. 
You know the type. The elevator dinged as it reached our 
floor (the 15th and top floor) and we got in. 

Just as the doors were starting to close I heard Lisa 
call out, "Hold the doors, please!" 

Lisa sits in the cube opposite me. She's in her late 
20s, 5' 5", slim, with small tits, a nice curvy ass, 
stylishly cut dark brown hair that reaches a little 
below her shoulders, delicate features, and the biggest, 
most playful flirtatious blue eyes in which you could 
ever hope to get lost. 

In short, she's a major babe, and from her first day 
with the company a couple of years previously, when I 
fantasized about her kneeling under my desk and sucking 
me off while I pretend to work, I have wanted to get 
inside her pants. Since then she has lost about 10 
pounds and gained an engagement ring, both of which have 
made her even more desirable. 

Although we never work on the same projects, we have 
plenty of day-to-day contact as office neighbors and 
we've developed a very playful relationship, with lots 
of fairly overt sexual banter and double entendre. She 
always wears elegant outfits, which are sometimes quite 
alluring, such as short skirts, tight pants, or somewhat 
low-cut tops, and a gentle sweet perfume, and she'll 
often sit cross-legged on her chair, quite knowingly 
flashing plenty of thigh my hungry way. 

So when I heard her voice I very willingly put my arm 
out to stop the elevator door from closing, and in she 
skipped. The moment the doors closed, Doris said, "Oh, 
damn it, I've forgotten my sunglasses. Stop the 
elevator, please, Joe!" I quickly pressed the open door 
button, and Doris said, "Don't wait for me. I'll take 
the next elevator. Have a good weekend!" She got out, I 
pressed 1, and the doors closed. What a stroke of luck! 
Now instead of a ride in the elevator with the ugliest 
dog in the company, here I was with sexy Lisa. 

A couple of moments after we started our descent there 
was an absolutely huge crack of thunder, the lights went 
out, and the elevator stopped with a bump. The rather 
dingy emergency lights soon came on, so we weren't in 
complete darkness, but there was neither sound nor 
movement. 

"Oh, shit," we said, in unison, and then laughed. "That 
sounded as though it hit the building, it was so loud," 
I said. 

Lisa moved over to the console, opened the little door 
in it, and picked up the emergency phone. "Oh, shit," 
she said again, but this time she didn't laugh. "The 
fucking phone is dead. What are we going to do?" It was 
already beginning to get warm in there. She dug in her 
purse and pulled out her cell phone. "Not much of a 
signal in here," she said, "and I don't have a ton of 
battery, either. I'll see if I can reach anyone." She 
pushed buttons for a few seconds, and then quietly put 
the phone back in her purse. "I guess it's just you and 
me, Joe," she said. 

"Well, there's no need to look so miserable about it," I 
replied. "It could be worse."

"How?"

"We came within an inch of having Doris in here with 
us!" This made her laugh and laugh. 

We sat on the floor (the carpet was none too clean) and 
chatted about office gossip and stuff for maybe ten 
minutes, enjoying each other's company. The elevator was 
not large, maybe six feet by eight. As every minute 
passed it was getting hotter and hotter. I took off my 
tie and undid the top button on my shirt, but I could 
tell that I was going to be very uncomfortable with a 
bunch of clothes on. Lisa took a brochure for something 
out of her purse and was using it to fan herself. I 
wondered how long we'd be stuck in there, and was 
allowing myself to hope that she might get so hot that 
she'd have to take some clothes off. 

She was wearing a fairly loose patterned yellow dress 
and two-inch heels. I always make a point of checking 
for the presence or absence of a strap across her back 
to tell whether she's wearing a bra, and today, as luck 
would have it, she wasn't. 

I figured I'd speed things along, so I said, "Look, I 
know it's going to get incredibly hot in here, so I'm 
going to get as comfortable as I can." To tell the truth 
I actually quite enjoy being in very high temperatures, 
but I wasn't about to let pass this unique opportunity 
to show off my physique in front of Lisa. 

I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and took it off, 
followed by my shoes, socks, and pants. These I folded 
neatly on the carpet and then I sat down on them, 
leaning my back against the wall. I felt slightly less 
hot with just my briefs on, but the sweat was already 
trickling down the hollow between my pecs.

"Why, Joe, you dirty dog! Don't worry about anyone else 
in here, will you? It's alright for you, but I'm not 
wearing a bra under this dress." 

Wonderful! She was already thinking about stripping off. 
"I know," I said, smiling at her. She gave me a 
quizzical look as if to ask how I knew, but then she 
smiled back. I was enjoying this, and I could tell she 
was too. "I don't mind," I said, trying to sound as off-
hand as possible. 

"I bet you don't! Well, if I'm not going to melt 
completely I suppose I shall have to give you a bit of a 
show, too. You can look but no touch, got it? I'm not 
going to do anything with you. I have a fiancι, as you 
well know." 

I agreed. 

"Help me with the zipper, OK?" She turned away from me, 
I stood up, and slid her zipper completely down. It was 
very tempting to run my fingertips gently down her back, 
but having just agreed to the look-but-no-touch thing, I 
didn't want to piss her off. So I sat back down on my 
folded pants to enjoy the view, cross-legged like a kid, 
with my hands on my knees. I had a pretty good notion of 
what was going to happen to my cock once she took her 
dress off, so I allowed it plenty of room to expand. 

Lisa shrugged the dress off her shoulders and for a 
modest moment held it up with her hands, then she said 
quietly, "Oh, what the fuck," and let it fall to the 
floor. 

I was a very happy man. She was absolutely stunning. Her 
tits were quite a bit fuller than I had imagined they'd 
be. Her nipples were fairly small and very dark, and 
already erect. Her belly was just very slightly convex. 
She wore lacy white boy-cut panties. Like me, she was 
already sweating. "What are you gawping at?" she asked, 
mock annoyed. 

"You," I replied. "You're quite an eyeful, you know. You 
might as well sit down, unless you prefer to stand." I 
swear she maneuvered herself round to give me the best 
possible view of her beautiful ass as she bent over to 
slip her shoes off and position her folded dress on the 
floor. The elevator was small enough that I could quite 
easily have reached up and stroked her butt, but I 
behaved myself. 

She sat down directly opposite me with her knees drawn 
up and her legs a fair way from closed, her weight back 
on her hands on the floor behind her. I was glad to note 
that there was not a trace of pubic hair growing down 
the inside of her thighs, as I find that quite 
unattractive. We sat in silence for a little while, just 
looking at each other, enjoying what we were seeing, 
smiling. 

As I had suspected, it didn't take very long for a nice 
big hard-on to appear all by itself in my briefs. (I'm 
pretty well hung; I've been told by more than one woman 
in my past that my dick is lengthier than most, although 
not particularly fat). Nor did it take very long for 
Lisa to notice it. "Jesus, Joe! You don't waste much 
time, do you?"

"Sorry, doll. I can't help myself. You know I find you 
incredibly sexy, and here you are sitting in front of me 
in nothing but your panties. What do you expect?"

Suddenly the phone rang, making us both jump. Damn, I 
thought, damn! Not yet, please, we don't need rescuing 
yet. I answered it and relayed to Lisa what one of the 
maintenance guys on the ground floor told me. The 
building had indeed received a direct lightning hit and 
the elevator engine up on the roof was completely fried. 

As we were stuck between floors, they wouldn't be able 
to get us out for at least an hour. I sounded as though 
I was annoyed and disappointed on the phone, but inside 
I was jumping for joy. A whole hour with a nearly-naked 
Lisa and a hard-on! I knew for sure we wouldn't just be 
sitting doing nothing while we waited. I hung up the 
phone. "An hour! What are we going to do for an hour?" I 
asked, trying not to grin too obviously.

"Hmm, I can't imagine," she replied, playing it very 
cool. "Wait, I might have an idea, though. What happened 
to that hard-on you weren't exactly trying to keep under 
control?"

"Hmm. I can't imagine either! Let's see if I can find 
it." I looked her full in the face and slowly reached 
inside my underpants. "Aha. Here it is, right where I 
suspected it would be." Although the erection had 
subsided a little during the phone call, it was 
returning with some vigor now we were concentrating on 
each other again. 

As though someone might overhear, very quietly she said, 
"Show me, Joe. Let me see it." Keeping my gaze full in 
her face I pulled my briefs down over my cock and balls. 
She lowered her eyes to my dick, took a sharp inhale of 
breath, and said, "Oh, Joe, that's beautiful."

"If you want to reconsider the no-touch thing … " I 
suggested, but she was resolute.

"Nope. Bill is my man and although I haven't yet 
publicly stated that I forsake all others, I forsake all 
others. You and I will have no physical contact here in 
this elevator today. Got it?" I nodded. She was almost 
stern with me, but softened after her little outburst 
and said, "That doesn't mean, however, that we can't 
enjoy this terribly unfortunate predicament we find 
ourselves in. God, your cock is really long!" She 
lowered her voice again. "Rub it for me, go on." 

"Anything to please a lady," I said. As my briefs were 
pushing up against and constricting the underside of my 
balls, I raised my ass a little and slid them right off. 
Sweat is a great lubricant, so after wiping my hand on 
my chest to get it nice and wet, I grasped my cock 
lightly and started stroking. Lisa's eyes were glued to 
my movements. I felt a little too passive sitting back 
like that, so I knelt up. That way I could get a better 
hip thrust going as I stroked my cock, and it put me 
closer to her. It also gave her a better view. I really 
wanted her to reciprocate, to show me her pussy and 
masturbate, too, but I wasn't sure how to ask. "This is 
really turning me on. I've never done anything like this 
before," I said.

Her voice was low and throaty as she replied, "Agreed on 
both counts." She was watching my cock like a hawk, and 
I noticed that she had started rocking her pelvis 
gently, in time with my movement. I wondered if she was 
even aware of doing it. After a little while she shifted 
her weight forwards: she brought her right hand up to 
her knee and let it slide down her thigh towards her 
crotch. A combination of excitement and sweat had turned 
her panties practically transparent, promising untold 
delight. It seemed as though she hardly knew what she 
was doing, she appeared so transfixed by the sight of me 
jerking off just a few inches from her face. 

Her hand moved to her sex, which she started stroking 
through the panties in rhythm with the pelvic movement 
she was still picking up from me. "Oh, God, Joe. This is 
beautiful." Her breath was already a little ragged. My 
cock was hot and hard and red, stretching out towards 
her sweet, pretty face each time I pulled back on it. I 
was alternating between looking at her face, her tits, 
and her hand. I wished the elevator was as bright as it 
usually was. 

She reached inside her panties and continued to rub her 
sex, but as she was giving no indication of getting 
further undressed, after a few more extremely enjoyable 
minutes I said, "Um, maybe you could, uh, show me your 
pussy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, yes, of course, I should have realized. 
Anything to please a gentleman," she said, taking her 
eyes off my cock for a moment to glance up and smile at 
me. She stood up. As I was still kneeling up, she was 
now just a few inches from my face. She hooked her 
thumbs into the waistband and very slowly eased her 
panties down. Her pubic hair grew in a nice triangle, 
and was trimmed very short, so I could clearly see her 
swollen pussy lips and her clit, standing proud. 

"Do you like this, Joe?" she asked, stepping daintily 
out of her panties. She used the fingers of both hands 
to spread her sex for my eager eyes. The diamond shape 
was dark pink, and even in the dim light I could see the 
sweet smooth juiciness she was creating. She resumed 
rubbing her clit with her middle finger.

"Oh, yes, very much. You're quite beautiful, you know." 
I'm such a visual creature that seeing her pussy almost 
tipped me irrevocably over towards an orgasm. I knew 
that the only way to avoid cumming right then was to 
stop all manual stimulation for about fifteen seconds, 
so I dropped my hand. 

"Don't stop!" Lisa exhorted me. "Go on stroking your 
cock." She was circling on her clit quite vigorously 
now, breathing hard, flushed deep red in her face and 
chest.

"Doll, I'll cum if I start again now. You've got me so 
turned on I need to wait for a minute to let it 
subside," I explained. "I want to delay the pleasure."

"No, I don't care. I want to see you cum! I want to 
watch you cum now," she practically shouted.

"Well, okay, then," I said. "Anything to please a lady." 
I smiled at Lisa again. "I don't know what I'm going to 
do with my, um, produce." 

"God, I can't believe I just said that, or that I'm even 
doing this. I am SO TURNED ON! I might cum pretty soon 
myself."

I took my cock in my hand once again and resumed 
stroking it. As I had anticipated, my orgasm was very 
close. It took just a few seconds for the ol' familiar 
tingling build-up to start deep in my balls. The head of 
my cock gets really big and really bright red just 
before I cum, and Lisa did not fail to notice.

"Oh my God, he's going to detonate! Look out!" she 
laughed. And detonate I did, with a great shout of 
release, joy, and gratification. The thrill was immense. 
My cum spurted up and out in thick, sticky globs, the 
first of which flew through the air up to the level of 
my chest and then dropped down toward Lisa in a graceful 
parabola like a McDonald's arch. I don't think I have 
ever shot so high. 

She swayed back so it wouldn't hit her and we both 
watched it land on the floor by her foot. With a smile 
she said, "Don't you dare get any of that on me – or on 
my clothes!" I pointed my dick away from her, and 
managed to catch most of the rest of my cum – of which 
there seemed to be an unusually large amount – in my 
left hand, shuddering and gasping as my orgasm subsided. 
"Oh, God, Joe," she said, "that was incredible." 

"You're telling me!" I replied. 

"I won't be long now, I can tell," she said. The sperm 
on my hand made for more great lubrication, and I 
continued slowly stroking my cock while I watched Lisa 
at work on her clit. The sight was absolutely wonderful, 
and I really wished it was my fingers doing it. She was 
still standing, her eyes were half-closed, and she was 
rubbing feverishly. 

She reached up with her left hand and pinched her 
nipples hard, first one and then the other. This had the 
desired effect. Her entire body went rigid for a moment, 
she let out a guttural, animalistic moan that was so 
primal it almost scared me, and then as her orgasm broke 
in waves over her, she started breathing fast and almost 
yelling, "Cum, oh, yes, oh, cum, oh, God, yes, oh, yes, 
cum, oh, oh, God!" Her chest, neck, and face were much 
redder than they had been just moments earlier. Her head 
tilted back a bit and her eyes rolled sightlessly up as 
the feelings swept over, around, in, and through her 
body. I watched, spellbound. 

Her legs were trembling by the time her cumming slacked 
off, and she suddenly flopped down onto the floor and 
lay back on her dress, still breathing hard, her legs 
apart, which gave me a glorious view of her open pussy. 
Her juices were overflowing, running down towards her 
butt crack. Even though it was just minutes since I'd 
cum, watching her orgasm and now seeing her like this 
had a rousing effect on my cock, which was beginning to 
swell again. 

"That was quite something, Lisa," I said, kind of 
obviously.

"You're not kidding!" She paused, regaining control of 
her breathing, and I could tell she was mulling over 
whether or not to say something. "Do you know the most 
difficult thing about the last twenty minutes?" 
Evidently she had decided to tell me whatever it was. I 
shook my head – it hadn't seemed at all difficult to me. 
"Resisting the urge to fuck."

"It's not too late, doll. Look, I'm already starting to 
get hard again," I said.

"Oh, Joe, you're sweet, thank you, but it is too late. 
The moment has passed." She was right, of course, so I 
didn't press the point. "I know I'd have cum much more 
quickly – and probably even more strongly – with the 
help of your gorgeous cock, but I also know that if we'd 
done that I'd feel guilty. Then I'd have to tell Bill, 
and that would put my marriage in jeopardy, and there's 
no way you're worth that. Nothing personal," she said, 
with a genuine smile. 

"This has been quite amazing, but we both know it's just 
a one-off with a workmate in most unusual circumstances. 
I do really love him, and, with my hand on my heart," … 
here she covered her left tit unnecessarily modestly. "I 
can honestly say I have not been unfaithful to him." She 
continued smiling. I didn't completely agree with her 
assessment, but if she wanted to look at it that way, it 
was her choice. 

Lisa gave me a couple of tissues from her purse and I 
cleaned up my cock and the glob of cum on the floor. 
We'd been stuck about forty-five minutes. A few minutes 
later the phone rang again, and we were told that they'd 
have us moving again in less than five minutes. It must 
have been 90° in the elevator by then, and putting our 
clothes back on, though necessary, was terribly 
uncomfortable. 

I knew as I watched her glorious body disappear under 
her clothes that I would never see it again, and this 
made me quite sorrowful. A couple of minutes later, with 
a sudden bump we started going down. As the doors 
finally opened on the first floor, Lisa fashioned a 
peculiar little wave of her hand: she held her fist up, 
palm toward me, and wiggled her middle finger. It was a 
secret signal, an imitation of the movement she had used 
to bring herself off. 

We said goodnight, thanked each other for the company, 
said our 'see you Monday's' then we headed our separate 
ways. Back at work the following week we resumed our 
flirty relationship, but we kept what had happened the 
previous Friday completely secret. From time to time 
when we were bored Lisa would hold her fist up, palm 
toward me, and wiggle her middle finger, but otherwise 
there was never any allusion to our most special time 
together. Over the months the gesture became less 
frequent. 

Almost a year later, with a handful of other colleagues, 
I was invited to her wedding. She was luminous that day, 
a beautiful, happy, glowing bride. I was hoping to dance 
with her, but didn't get the chance. As she and Bill 
left the reception to start their honeymoon, she caught 
my eye and she held her fist up, palm toward me, and 
wiggled her middle finger. 

It was quite exhilarating to realize that even on this 
wonderful day in her life, she remembered – and took the 
trouble to acknowledge – what was one of the most 
amazing adventures of my entire sexual life, how we gave 
each other the gift of orgasm without even touching.

END

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