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The miserable nature of time makes itself known towards the noon. I stared blankly at the clock that measured the time between morning and the retirement of my shift. My cubicle was as it had always been, a reflection of my internal boredom. Motivational posters of cats with mismatched quotes filled the pinboard space and nothing else seemed remotely important. This office suited me in the sense that I suited this office. My life is dull and plain and nothing remotely interesting ever seems to happen to me. To further validate this, there were no women on my floor, they all belonged to the more glamorous roles: Marketing, custom service and advertising. Sex sells and so it only followed that the men were restrained from interacting with the opposite sex. And this made for high testosterone with nowhere to go.
Five minutes.
I adjusted my tie and looked blankly into the computer monitor that had gone to sleep several moments ago. My reflection wasn't unappealing: My jaw was contoured nicely, and my eyes had always been an attractive blue. My curly brown hair was well groomed and despite a kind appearance I still described myself as bordering on average. Women were few and far between in my life. I had once dated a girl during college, but she was devoutly religious, which I didn't know until she refused to enact the sins I had whispered in her ear.
Four minutes.
And then there was the sexual repression. Working alongside men all day, locked in lined cubicles, slaughtered any sense of hope that one might get laid by a woman. Men would wander off throughout the day to the bathroom stalls with falsely covered magazines full of images that never got boring. I had my own magazine stowed away in my locked cabinet. Outwardly it offered gardening and homely advice, but inside it was full of sexual fantasy and delight. Women astride women, with looks of ecstasy and pleasure all over their faces. I could only imagine the moans that they must make, a sound like a siren's call, begging men towards the edge. My favourite image I'd managed to trade with another worker was that of Elizabeth Jane, a flaming red head with freckled cheeks and hazel eyes. She was fit though maintained a feminine form. Her breasts were perky and high on her chest, with large nipples that looked somewhat out of place. Her pussy was shaved, and one could only imagine what her ass looked like, but I could never seem to turn the image around.
Two minutes.
I have stroked myself to this image over a hundred times and I never grew bored of Miss Jane. It isn't the kind of activity that develops a healthy man, but when desperation calls, a release becomes urgent. I thought about dashing off to the restroom for a brief viewing, but I knew that when I returned home that there'd be oodles of porn for me to surf on the web, only to add to my depravity. I was too far gone from sensibility and self-respect to really care anymore.
Time's up.
I stood up, gathered my notepads into my satchel and looked about the office floor. Everyone had already left, and no one had given me the memo. Deserted. Classic. I could do anything I wanted but all I wanted to do was get home and get some handy release. I shuffled through the rows of cubicles, the elevator waiting for me at the end of the short hallway. I reached to press the call button, but the elevator ding chimed, and the doors opened even before my touch.
The strong aroma of foreign flowers and ethereal petals forced my gaze to rise from the ground. Standing before me was a woman. eskişehir escort A real-life human woman. My heart began to race.
*quot;Hello.*quot; She said as I stood in trance. *quot;Are you headed to the ground floor?*quot;
There must have been some kind of input delay on my behalf as she stared at me waiting for a response.
*quot;Uh yes, ground floor, end of the day. Finally.*quot; I let out a sigh and stepped in next to her, now worried that I'd forgotten to apply my usual end-of-day deodorant.
*quot;I know what you mean, I'm always staring at the clock praying that time will pass.*quot; She spoke again, her gaze still fixated on me.
*quot;That was me five minutes ago!*quot; I offered a subdued laugh.
It was all I could do not to ogle this woman, but it would be a lie to say I hadn't already memorised every visible part of her body. I had no reference point as to the other women that worked in the other departments, but this woman...
*quot;I'm Steven.*quot; I offered.
*quot;Eliza.*quot; She responded.
...Eliza was something incredible. Although my opinion may be warped by the delight of having an actual woman talk to me. If I play my cards right, who knows where this interaction will go...
She must have been from the advertising sector. Her clothes were less than corporate: A pink sundress with a lowcut neckline that revealed a beautiful pair of breasts. She had clearly made no effort to conceal them, maybe out of humility or maybe because they were too large to hide. Her bra had also been forgotten, with two dainty nipples pushing their way through the soft material. Everything else was a mystery, but this would be great material for later.
*quot;You've been staring at my chest for a few minutes now.*quot; Shit!
*quot;Oh uh.*quot; What do I have to lose? *quot;We don't have any women on our floor.*quot;
She beamed a teethy smile; I couldn't help but smile awkwardly in response.
She reached out and pressed the G to take the elevator down.
*quot;So, Eliza, which department are you in?*quot;
*quot;Oh, I'm not! I'm the daughter of Mr. Rutherford.*quot; She replied.
*quot;The head honcho?*quot; Oh boy.
*quot;Yep. The big man himself.*quot; Eliza smiled again.
Her scent was intoxicating, albeit artificial, but mixed with her sweat I could taste how sweet the combination was. Everything felt false, like some kind of setup, some elaborate dream designed to test my mettle. We were descending from floor seventy-one, in the world's slowest elevator. Fuck it.
*quot;I like your dress, it's very flattering and the colours remind me of the cusp of autumn.*quot;
*quot;Thank you, how kind of you to notice.*quot; Her smile now a permanent fixture.
My thoughts were straying, completely distracted by her chest. She seemed undisturbed by the fact that she'd caught me staring, so I lowered my gaze and continued to look her up and down. Rude, I know, but I'm probably never going to have this moment again.
*quot;You're staring again.*quot; She said, still unconcerned.
*quot;Eliza. Here's the rub. I've been working in this job for three years. No pay rise and no incentive to progress. I can't work anywhere else as I'm underqualified. I live a nice life, I'm good at saving money and am very wise with my finances and budgeting. But the biggest problem is the lack of women on our floor. I'm constantly surrounded by a bunch of ape-minded horn bags that have converted me to their cult. Your breasts are like an oasis in an eternal desert. I would look anywhere else, but this is better than the magazines we all hide away.*quot; I breathed in deeply, realising that I hadn't eskişehir escort bayan inhaled at all during my rant.
She touched my shoulder. I looked down at her hand, and then back to her eyes.
Her smile was more than mischievous. What is she thinking?
*quot;You know, women have the same needs as men.*quot; She took a confident step towards me.
*quot;Is that so?*quot; I responded, unsure as to where this was going, but so hopeful.
Clearly words were not enough for Eliza. I watched as she slid the shoulders of her dress off her body, the dress falling soundlessly to the floor, her naked body now on full display. The cool air conditioning in the elevator had suddenly risen a few degrees as I felt tingles ripple down my spine. This cannot be real; it simply can't be. I could feel my cock inside my tight slacks bulging as if fit to burst. Her body was sensational. Her breasts were large but still small enough to defy gravity, perky to the point of being unnatural. She had tiger lines and stretch marks running across the bottom of her chest: natural. Her skin was ivory white, appearing delicate but toned by lean muscles. Travelling down her body, her navel gave rise to perfectly proportioned hips and a shaved vagina with lips like rose petals. But I needed to see what Elizabeth Jane could never show me...
*quot;Turn around.*quot; I ordered. Eliza obeyed.
Eliza slowly twirled around, maintaining eye contact the entire time, but my eyes were glued to her ass. Her ass cast a heart shaped shadow on the ground. It's hard to describe what makes an ass perfect but hers was. It was not overly big nor overly small, somewhere in the middle, something that seemed to invite my eyes, a marvel to gaze upon. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have my dick buried in her ass.
*quot;Happy now?*quot; She asked with a purr, staring now at my pants.
My cock pulsed and throbbed as I continued to look upon her incredible body.
*quot;Your body is better than all of the photos in my magazine.*quot;
*quot;And unlike those women, you can touch me. If you're man enough.*quot; She dared.
I could see her wetness collecting on her inner thigh, droplets that began to run down her leg. She wanted me as much as I wanted her... I didn't even know where to start.
I tore off my clothing and discarded them to the side. My dick was fully hard and bounced in place, fire coursing through my blood, a palpable pressure that needed to be released. I didn't care for foreplay, I didn't care to be gentle, I just needed to be inside her. Right. Now.
*quot;Bend over.*quot; I said with urgency in my voice.
Eliza bent over, reaching behind with her hands to spread her cheeks wide for me. Unprompted.
*quot;Fuck me, Steven.*quot;
Who was I to deny her this?
I rubbed my cock against her pussy's lips, making my dick wet with her nectar, rubbing against her clit, making her feel the pressure that I felt. I rubbed myself violently against her exposed pussy, already pushing her to the edge, moans filling the space as she only continued to get wetter. And then in an instant she came, so hard that she squirted all over the elevator floor and it was in this moment that I pushed myself inside of her, but not the hole that she had expected. I was deep in her ass as she came a second time.
*quot;Fuck. Yes.*quot; She groaned as she adjusted to the feeling of her ass being full of dick.
Grabbing her hips, I began to thrust inside of her, the entire elevator quaking slightly as her asshole throbbed and tightened around my escort eskişehir girth. I was the hardest I'd ever been, and she could feel every inch of it. She moaned louder and louder, uncaring if any of the floors we were passing could hear. I pushed her up against the elevator wall and ran my hand up her body, up her hips, grazing her breasts before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it so that she was looking at me.
We locked eyes and I could see the submission in hers and she could see the dominance in mine. I had no interest in kissing her. This was not love-making, this was not even sex, no, this was fucking. Primal, inelegant fucking.
I pushed her onto the floor and grasped her hips, positioning her on all fours. I squatted above her, her asshole perfectly angled as I eased my cock back inside of her ass. I pushed it in and pulled it out, over and over again, watching her gape grow bigger in response to me. She reached back again and spread her cheeks, clearly wanting more than to be teased. I complied.
Easing my cock back inside of her ass, we both groaned in ecstasy at the relief of filling her hole and her hole being filled. With each thrust I found a new energy coursing through my body. I had no will of my own, I was completely at the mercy of her body, needing it, wanting it and thinking of nothing else.
I pulled out of her and shoved my face without warning between her thighs, my tongue ravenously flicking over her clit. She continued to moan but my senses were concentrated on my tongue and lips. She tasted better than I could have imagined, sweet like cream and viscous like honey: The nectar of a goddess. My tongue ravaged her, intent only on making her cum with my mouth pressed against her. She started to squirm and wriggle and then she gushed, her cum flowing into my mouth like a jet of water. I gulped down every drop and pulled back breathlessly.
*quot;You taste amazing.*quot; Was all I could muster before I fell back on the floor, my cock pointed to the sky. Without missing a beat, Eliza was on top of me.
As if knowing I wanted to see her ass, reverse cowgirl; she squatted above me like they do in porn, her hand guiding me inside of her, back inside of her ass. I wanted to reach out and hold her ass as he began to bounce up and down, but I had no energy. All I could do was lay there and take it, watching her riding me like a pro.
She seemed in ecstasy, running her hands up her own body, squeezing her breasts before running her hands up through her hair, making me finally notice that it was blonde.
In a panic I checked the elevator display. We were nearly at the bottom floor...
In a single move I flipped her onto her back, pulled her ankles above my shoulders and plunged myself inside of her ass once more.
*quot;Fill me.*quot; She crooned, as if wanting nothing else.
Thrusting aggressively and without concern, I began to push my body towards ejection. Her asshole tightened repeatedly, as she came all over herself. She was looking up at me and as her eyes rolled back into her head, I thrust extra deep so that my balls were touching her, and I came so hard that she came with me.
My cum shot inside of her in rhythmic pulses as she came with my cock still inside of her. She squirted and her ass pushed me out of her body, bursts of cum releasing from her pussy, drenching herself in passion.
We lay there panting on the floor of the elevator, which was saturated in her cum and my sweat. I wanted to keep going, before panic arose. We were ten floors from the bottom...
And when the elevator chimed open and people were staring at us, they didn't notice anything out of place. Fully clothed, standing apart, the bulge in my pants still throbbing and her pussy still wet, we exited the elevator as if nothing had ever happened. Business as usual.