“Ping.”
The steel elevator doors slide open with a soft swoosh, and we watch our blurry reflections disappear as the doors slide to the sides, only to rediscover ourselves in the mirrors at the back end of the elevator. The hotel lobby is just as empty as when we arrived less than an hour ago. Michelle has her arm around my waist underneath my suit jacket, leaning against me with a blissful look on her face. Her red, silky dress is all creased and untidy, the bottom half somewhat shifted to the side, but she still wears it so well.
Our eyes meet in the mirror, taking those few steps into the elevator, before we engage in a passionate, deep kiss. I press the button to send us en route to the 16th floor, and the doors slide shut. We both notice the barely audible elevator music playing from somewhere in the ceiling. Michelle starts swaying her body to the music, humming along in a low voice, pretending to actually know this completely unrecognizable tune.
“Babeee,” she whispers in a playful tone as she gently tugs at my arm. I know exactly where this is going.
“Listen!” She places her hand behind her ear while passionately rocking from side to side.
“No. I am not dancing with you, Michelle. Not in the elevator. Not to this horror show of a tune.”
She traces her finger across my chest from side to side in a slow downhill slalom.
“But… they’re playing our song.”
Her hand continues down the slope onto my stomach, and she applies her pouty lips, batting her eyelashes alluringly while looking up at me.
“Come on. That’s not even a song!”
For a brief moment her hand brushes against the bulge in my pants before it starts the climb back up, letting her fingers do the walking upwards across my upper body.
I am still so very turned on from the bar rendezvous just minutes ago. And she knows that. Fuck! One. Single. Touch. That’s all it takes to relight the fire in me. Well, this evening has already been out of the ordinary, and I think we both are feeling adventurous. I reach for the bright red button and turn to face her as the elevator grinds to a halt somewhere between the 11th and 12th floors. I grab her wrist and guide her hand back down to place it on the front of my pants.
“Oh! Mmm.”
Her eyes sparkle as they leave mine to travel down across my body towards my groin. My clothes are a mess as well, shirt only halfway tucked back into my pants, belt not buckled properly, all due to our swift bar exit just before. She presses her palm against my growing erection underneath the dark blue fabric.
“Babe. Your trousers are completely soaked! ” she exclaims, teasingly padding me on my crotch.
“I know. I guess that’s what I get for making you cum, Michelle.”
She smiles as she drops to her knees in front of me.
“No, babe! This… this is what you get.”
Her hands swiftly unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down to my thighs, uncovering my hardness. I lean back against the elevator wall as I turn my head, allowing me to watch the two of us from an alternative angle through the back wall mirror.
“You’re just as wet underneath,” she states with a cheeky grin, as she traces her finger from my balls and all the way up the underside of my shaft, making my cock twitch from her soft touch. She’s right. I am wearing her all over, a sticky mix of her thick pussy juices and wet gushes from the bar just before.
I groan as she playfully lets her fingertip slide all the way up onto the head of my cock, dipping it in the little puddle of precum already emerging. She wipes the clear liquid off my tip with her finger, lifting it to her mouth, sticks out her tongue and licks it off. I know how Michelle likes the taste of sex. The taste of orgasm. Mine and hers.
She grabs hold of the root with one hand, pulling the tip downwards to properly align with her mouth, my cock eagerly throbbing within her tight grip. I am still watching her through the back mirror, her gorgeous body crouching in front of me, thighs stretching out the silky red dress, knees on the floor, tips of her elegant, black heels on the ground. She realizes where my focus is, and she turns her head to meet my gaze. At first, I look away with a guilty feeling of getting caught, but then I turn to face her, our eyes reconnecting in the mirror.
“Enjoying the view?”
I nod slowly as she sends me a playful smile before parting her lips to allow my cock inside her mouth. With her eyes still fixed on mine in the mirror she leans in and takes me inside her mouth. She winks her eye at me as my cock slides across her wet tongue and into the depth of her willing mouth. The overwhelming sensation sends shivers throughout my entire body, as she starts moving back and forth, forming a vacuum with her lips closed tight around me. She starts sucking me with slow, controlled motions, allowing me to almost slip out of her mouth before she leans back in, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
“That feels so fucking good, babe!”
Michelle starts flicking the underside of my cock with her tongue, side to side, every time I slide back and forth inside her mouth.
“Mhmm,” she moans, reaching up to place her one hand on my stomach.
My back and my palms are pressed against the cold steel wall of the elevator. My cock slips out of Michelle’s mouth as she pulls her head back, only to let her tongue roam up and down the sides before settling at the tip. I turn my eyes away from the mirror to look down at her beautiful face, following her every move. Her tongue dances around the tip in circles, and she looks up at me passionately while clearly enjoying the tiny tremors going through my body with every little touch and motion of her tongue.
As she is gazing up at me like that with those deep blue eyes of hers, I know that I want more. More of her. All of her. I lock my hands around the back of her head, my fingers tangled in her hair, and I pull her onto me, her mouth onto my cock. Michelle closes her eyes as my cock disappears in between her lips and deep inside her. I slide all the way to the back of her throat and start fucking her mouth. She lets out a succession of muffled, savory moans as I pick up the pace, tightening my grip around her head, thrusting my hard cock so deep inside her wet, wonderful mouth, again and again.
“Ping.”
The elevator suddenly starts with a jolt and begins descending. Oh fuck! Tenth floor already, and counting. Not knowing how long we have before the doors slide open, I frantically pull out of Michelle’s mouth, reach down to pull up my pants, rushing to close my belt and tug in my shirt. Sixth floor. I can see an equal amount of panic and amusement in Michelle’s eyes as she wipes her mouth and gets back on her feet, brushing off her knees before starting to straighten her dress. Third floor now. I adjust my tie and close my suit jacket to conceal as much as possible, and we both take a quick glance at each other to assess the state of things. We nod in agreement. Acceptable. All things considered. And we’re back at lobby level.
“Wow! Slow movers, huh?”
Anna’s cheerful smile greets us as the doors slide open. She is holding an open bottle of champagne in her hand, and her white shirt has found its way out of the pencil skirt.
“So. Gorgeous but rude couple in the bar just before. Room 1604. Left without leaving a tip. Am heading there now to complain. Wanna come?”
