The Elevator

By EroticSilk

My Darling,

I am really looking forward to your visit to Niagara next weekend. I've given a great deal of thought to where we should go and what we should do. From what you've told me so far, I think a little fun and games in one of the outdoor elevators at the Skylon Hotel might be fun. Twenty stories up or so, in full view of the other elevators that pass. Sounds like a great place to meet, don't you think?

How would you feel about riding in one of those glass elevators? There's a bar on the 20th floor that revolves 360 degrees, and the view can be inspiring on a clear night, looking over the falls, though I think we will probably have all the inspiration we need. Truthfully, the height and openness of the elevators makes me nervous, but I seem to thrive on excitement and adrenaline.

Imagine me all dressed up ... long, loose, sheer and flowing skirt (black, with tiny white flowers) ... long, soft black sweater, falling loosely to my hips ... black patent leather high heels ... black stocking's with lace tops and a matching lacy garter belt ... no panties. We chat for a little while, getting to know each other better, and then I reach over and pull your hand to my knee, casually sliding it beneath my skirt. Guess I should warn you, there are NO private areas in this bar. Every seat is a window seat, and there are no booths. As we continue talking, I put my hand on top of yours and slide it up my leg until you feel my bare thigh, all soft and warm and smooth.

After you've had time to absorb the full effect, I excuse myself to the ladies' room, leaving you alone to check things out and notice the people around us. Lots of people, some of them watching us, no doubt. When I get back, I bend over to kiss you and slip a little something into your pants pocket, then settle myself in a chair and cross my legs so that you (and only you) can see my stocking tops.

"Go ahead and look in your pocket," I tell you. You look around anxiously as I swivel in my chair a bit, turning the view of my thighs towards another couple and perhaps the bartender. As your hand explores your pocket, I move my hand surreptitiously up the inside of my right thigh, pushing my skirt a bit higher. If someone is seated in just the right place, they might see my bare thighs, and perhaps the lips of my bare pussy partially hidden in the folds of material. I keep my eyes on your face, waiting for you to discover my bra (all black lace and satin) in your pocket. I can think of a dozen fun things we can do with it later.

We have another drink, then enter an elevator to make the trip down to the hotel lobby. Luckily, we have it all to ourselves. The spacious elevator is floor-to-ceiling glass, except for the doors we enter through and the back wall. As it starts its descent, I push the STOP button, leaving us hanging on the outside of the building, 18 to 20 floors up. We can see the swimming pool on the roof of the 9th floor, the spot where the elevators re-enter the inside of the building.

Once we are stopped, I lean backwards against the doors and slowly slide to the floor. Seated, with my feet flat on the floor and my knees bent and spread, my skirt naturally slides up to the top of my thighs in front, and falls loosely on the floor behind. You can see stocking tops, bare thighs, smooth pussy, and part of my bare ass.

"You like?" I ask, grinning wickedly.

We see another elevator rush past us, on it's way to the top floor. No one there seems to notice us, as they are all enjoying the fast ride and the view of the city at night.

"Stand by the glass and unzip your pants for me," I tell you, in a firm tone of voice. Sweet, but strong enough to assure you I know what I want and need. Excited by all that is happening, you fumble a bit with your zipper, but manage to get it down and free your rock hard cock.

"Will you stroke that for me? I really want to watch you, and I'll do whatever you like while I watch."

What would you like me to do while I watch you? Should I be very still, and let you just look at me, or would you like me to masturbate for you?

"Keep stroking, sweetheart, you look so good standing there. Oops, there goes another elevator full of people. Think anyone saw you with your cock in your hand?" I ask breathlessly. " I sure hope so, cause the thought excites the hell out of me."

"Turn away from me a bit, ok? Sideways, so I can see your hand move in next to your body, then away again. Yeah, like that. That's what I want to see. Does this excite you? Jacking off for me in a glass elevator, with people passing by on both sides? Wonder how much longer we can stay here, before someone comes to see what's wrong?"

On the elevator floor, I am starting to moan and squirm with pleasure. And I can't take my eyes off your hand and your cock.

The excitement has built to the point where I have to touch myself. I rub my clit in tiny circles for a few moments, then push two fingers deep inside me. I'm so wet you can hear it, slurpy squishy sounds made by my fingers moving in and out of my cunt.

"Can you hear that? Do you like the way it looks?" My voice is sultry, teasing, and sexually charged. I'm gonna get everything I came up here for.

"Watch me, watch me." I pull my fingers out and run them across my lips, my chin, and my nose. I want to smell my rich, sensual odour, and I suck both fingers into my mouth to taste my juices.

"Mmmm, this is so good..."

Your eyes are glued to me, to my bare ass and thighs and all of my other delights. My eyes are mesmerised by the movement of your hand on your cock.

" I really wanna come. Will you let me come for you? Please! I need to come before we get out of this fucking elevator, and we don't have much time left."

I begin to use both hands to pleasure myself, as I rock my hips forward and back, finger fucking myself for your enjoyment as well as mine. Your hand moves faster and faster on your cock, matching my frantic rhythm.

As I feel the first wave of orgasm grab me from the inside, I gasp and bite my bottom lip.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I want you to come, too. Do it for me. Please."

You begin to turn towards me again, and I harshly say "No! I want you to come on the glass. I want to see you spurt all over the window and then watch it run down towards the floor. Don't stop, do it now. NOW!"

I gasp again as you begin to shoot onto the window, warm sticky globs of beautiful white cum. Another elevator passes us on its way up, and we see a man point at us. I'm not sure if he saw what you just did, or is simply telling his friends "Look, they're stuck." Either way, he's gonna send help, I'm sure.

"Gawd, Babes, I can't believe you did that for me."

You reach in your pocket for a handkerchief to wipe the glass, but you find my bra instead.

"Wait," I tell you, as I crawl across the floor to the window.

There, on my hands and knees, breasts swinging loose, I extend my tongue and trace a trail up the glass, catching some of your cum on my tongue. I then take my bra from your hand and quickly wipe the window, soaking the lacy cups with sticky cum. For now, I put the bra back on with the straps hanging loose: I love the way my wet bra feels against my hot skin, soothing my hard nipples. I pull myself up to a standing position, and kiss you lightly. You can taste your cum on my lips.

Running a hand over my tangled hair, I turn and press the button that will send the elevator down to the ground floor. We step out into a crowd of people, and quickly leave the building, hanging onto each other in the cool evening air.