The elevator doors slide shut with a heavy thud, sealing us in plush silence. Velvet-lined walls, mirrored depths pretending expanse in this narrow cocoon. I live at the penthouse, top floor of this elite tower. He’s two below. We’ve danced this daily ritual. Today, his voice: ‘Where do I take you?’ I smile thinly. ‘The top. As high as it goes.’ Eyes lock. Sparks fly. He gets it. I get it.
He positions by the buttons. Presses. The ascent hums. ‘Where do I take you?’ His line. Always. But now, invitation drips. I laugh, eyes down. Seventh heaven flashes in my mind. Door bangs shut. Isolation thickens. Space tighter than my thigh span. Mirror reflects us.
The Privilege
‘You ever get stuck?’ I ask. He grins. ‘Not yet.’ I pull keys from my clutch. ‘I know how to stop it.’ Challenge in my gaze: Do it. He jumps. Thud. Safety kicks in. Stopped. Keys clatter. Surprise fades to thrill. I bend slow, knees part, skirt rides thighs. Seated on heels, sandals arching feet high. He peers down: inner thighs, painted toes. I peer up: his pants bulge. He’s hard. I shiver. Tremor shows.
Knees widen. Skirt dips. Lace glimpsed. Bulge swells. For me. Joy surges. Heat builds. Keys forgotten. Fingers graze his corduroy. Ridges tease under nails. Vibrations pulse. Stroke up, down. Eyes locked. Nails snag each wale. He throbs harder. I mirror: fingers on panties, circling clit, anus tease. Fabric thin. Dip under. Wetness coats. To toes. Shine brighter. Full palm now, wrist base pressing. He groans.
Zipper down. Cock springs. Mouth engulfs. Saliva warms. Swells huge. ‘I want you inside me. Fuck me. Your cock in me.’ Gland on cheek, saintly smile. He drops pants one leg. Legs bare, cock rigid. ‘I want you.’ Teeth snag panties down. Toes sucked. Her scent—my juice from earlier. ‘Taste your pussy on them. Divine.’
Tongue trails leg. Saliva slicks. Nearing thighs, nose brushes lips. Sniff. Tease vulva with nose tip. Back arches to wall. Basin thrusts. His cock strains. Toes caress balls, perineum. Sandal sole up shaft, down. Grips gland between toes. Saliva lubes. Finger under panties lifts clit. Tongue laps fabric. Whimpers escape. Hands to breasts, pinch nipples through blouse.
He rises. Cock towers. I knead tits. Thighs splay. Head lolls. Grip his shaft underhand. Slow jerk. He rips blouse. Buttons fly. Bra exposed. Hand dives cup, lifts nipple. Offers both. He bites tit flesh, tongue flicks peak. Saliva dries, friction bites. Gasp. Crouch. Rub gland on nipple. Saliva glides, dries. Cry. Mouth, release, repeat.
The Excess
Mirror shows my hunger. Bra unclasped, tits free. Kneel. Cock between. Squeeze, shake. Tip peeks, vanishes. He begs stop. Rise. Kiss. ‘Turn. Grip bar.’ Skirt up. Ass perfect. Legs spread, heels high. Panties aside. Mirror: cock nears slit. Penetrates. Heat fills. Deep.
Tight space cramps him. Turn. Face mirror, bar grip. Ass out. He thrusts freer. Fills. Slams. Mirror: his strain, my arch, eyes rolled, tongue lips. Fierce thrust. Shoulder to glass. Lick reflection. Fingers clit, tits. Disheveled.
He lifts. Horizontal. Legs spread walls. Bar cams feet. Tits roll. He pulls nipples up. Thrusts. Mirror view: blouse flaps, bra throat, skirt belly, feet gripped. Climax nears.
Hands under ass. Kneads. Panties tugged. Cock teases vulva. Glans lips. ‘Inside!’ No. Frot clitoris. Howls. Sudden plunge. Scream. Floors pass. Faster. ‘I’m coming! Fuck harder!’ Leg slips. Over shoulder. Mirror: turned, forearm bar, body shakes, him clutching thigh, deeper.
‘I’m coming!’ ‘Wait.’ Out. Wet. ‘Face mirror. Legs wide.’ Feet walls. Guides cock. I seize, impale. ‘Fast!’ Thrusts. Finger hits button: penthouse. Ascends. Fifth: I cum, hand muffles. Sixth: he floods hot inside.
Slows. Smiles. Dress. Tidy hair. Doors open. Empty hall. Glance back. Eyes meet. Doors close. Light fades down. Penthouse solitude. Secret sealed in glass walls, city lights below. Privilege intact.
