44 FLOORS

44 FLOORS

by

D’Marco Hill

The small perfume scented envelope was addressed to:

Mr. Andre King, Esq.
Law Offices of Alexander, King, and Whitney
3800 Wilshire Blvd., 44th Floor
Los Angeles, CA 91123

Dear Andre,

For quite some time I have observed you with a precarious combination of admiration and pure lust. Until now, I have remained respectful by keeping my desires for you a secret. But finally, I must admit I need you. I need to savor your kisses and feel your warm, masculinity next to mine. My hands finally need to be free to run their fingers over every curve of your dark, powerful body. I need to taste your beautiful, chocolate skin and explore you in the most intimate of ways.

In return, I want you to feel free to hold me with your strong hands and do with me whatever you like. I am willing to be yours, even if only temporarily. I promise you will not be disappointed as I know exactly the type of woman you like; I’ve seen your beautiful wife, Maria.

Please put any hesitation you may have aside, and allow me to be selfish for at least one night of passion with you. Andre, allow me to satisfy my most private curiosities and perhaps you will discover desires you thought you never had.

I will contact you soon. I can’t wait much longer!

Au revoir
Mrs. K

The fragrance of the note’s envelope was pleasant but it was bothering me because it was so familiar. Where did I recognize that perfume? It was a light floral bouquet. I could make out a touch of jasmine but was unsure of the other fragrant notes. Well, I’ll have to worry about this problem tomorrow. Right now I’ve got to get out of here to meet my wife for dinner.

Leaving the office a little later than I had planned, I had to rush to the elevators. I loved our old historic downtown offices. It was one of Los Angeles’ original high-rise buildings. With all of its character and grandeur it was certainly appropriate for a prestigious law firm such as ours that had been around for almost seventy-five years. The only issue I had with it were the elevators. While they were certainly beautiful in their craftsmanship with its meticulously carved dark, mahogany wood and decorative copper trim, unfortunately they were molasses slow.

It was 6:20p.m. and I was going to be late. The restaurant was across town and I still had to pick up Maria. As I stepped inside the crowded elevator, I was concerned that there were too many people inside and the combined weight might cause a problem. Over the years I pretty much knew about six people was the maximum weight this old girl wanted to carry before it squeaked and complained. I had no choice but to cross my fingers and hope this time I would be wrong.

Standing over by the elevator button panel, I noticed what I thought was an attractive and tall white woman. I couldn’t quite make out her face but I could see she wore dark sunglasses and had long, blonde bone-straight hair. It was cold outside so I thought nothing of her long trench coat but the sunglasses at this hour seemed strange. Funny though, she looked like some sort of sexy Russian spy.

“Uh, P2 please,” directed at the blonde woman.

Saying nothing in return she pressed the P2 button.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

With just those two words I thought I made out a French accent. As usual the old elevator took its time as it descended ever so slowly past the first five floors until…

“Bang!…Screeeech!”

The elevator suddenly jerked to the sound of grinding metal coming to an abrupt stop, the lights went dark. Moans of frustration mixed with perhaps fear filled the enclosed space: “Oh my God!” “Not again!” “What happened?” “Shit.”

We all just stood there for several minutes hoping and praying the elevator would start back up as it usually does. We gave it a few minutes as we all stood there vulnerable to the unknown. Nothing.

One desperate man finally said, “I’ve got to get out here!” Using his cell phone for light he found the door’s opening and was able to pry it open just enough to see the next floor.

“Good, we’re just about even with the floor,” the man said. “Someone help me open this door. Let’s get out of this thing!”

As the occupants of the elevator one by one took a big step up to floor level to exit, the helpful man gave a helping hand to each of them. The tall blonde’s turn was next.

“C’mon miss, grab my hand, I got ya!” the man offered.

“But I’m scared.”

Now I knew for certain it was a French accent.

“Look miss, there’s no reason to be scared. This old elevator does this almost once a month,” I offered. “I’ll help you up,” thinking to myself, I really just wanted to somehow salvage this strange day and be in front of a nice plate of pollo rigatoni and a glass of merlot.

“No, I will try again.” All of sudden she begins to mash all the buttons at once causing the elevator to shake and then plunge several feet to another screeching stop.

“Lady, what the hell are you doing!” now I was really pissed. Not only is this strange woman making me late and ruining my night, she almost killed us both!

“I am sorry. Are you afraid?”

Trying to gather my composure, “Well, I’m alright. I’m good. Are you? Are you afraid?” trying to appear cool while looking helplessly up into the darkness.

“No. Not anymore. I feel safe with you now.”

“Well, thanks I guess. I wish I could do more to help. Hopefully, Ol’ Alice our evening security guard will be able to call for help. I’m not sure if these old security cameras are working in here.”

“You can help.”

“Excuse me?” she was talking so low and calm I didn’t know what to make of her.

My vision limited in the darkened space I could hear the blonde finally move from her home in the corner of the elevator closer to me.

“Andre, I need you to help me,” she purred in her erotic French voice. She was close enough that I could smell her perfume. I could feel her within inches of me.

“Wait a minute. How did you know my name?”

“You mean you did not get my little note?” she asked innocently.

“You’re Mrs. K?” I felt like an idiot. Suddenly the scent of her perfume was clear and recognizable…Hanae Mori. That’s the aroma on the envelope!

“Yes, I must confess. I am sorry Andre but I finally needed to be with you my love.”

“Uh, here? Like this?!”

“Well, I didn’t intend for it to happen quite like this, but since we are here…” her hand found my face as she seductively traced my jaw, her fingertips lightly brushing over my lips, “we should explore the possibilities, don’t you think?” Her accent was weakening me. I must admit it was very sexy.

I leaned against the elevator wall still distressed over the elevator and if it was going to eventually drop us both to our deaths, and now I’ve got this strange woman wanting to have a damn affair.

The blonde persisted as she loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt giving me the gentlest kisses on my chest and nipple.

“Listen, Miss you apparently already know that I’m married, because I’m supposed to be meeting my wife for dinner right now.”

Ignoring my concerns, the blonde continued to kiss my torso before moving her way to kiss my lower stomach. “It doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere soon,” she said carrying on with her exploration.

The darkness of the elevator made each of her touches a pleasurable surprise as her hands roamed my body. I could feel myself getting erect and hungry for her, and the blonde was aware of this also. Still, I knew I could not betray Maria. We had been married for just about nine years now and everything was perfect. This couldn’t go down, could it?

“Besides Andre, I already called your wife. She knows you’ll be late.”

“You what?”

“I told her I was a temp and you had a very important engagement this evening. She is very understanding Andre.”

As if this gave her justification to continue, the blonde took a firm hold of my dick, rock-solid and pressing against my pants begging to be free, “I want to show you what you could have had a long time ago…”

Even though I knew better, the temptation to take her right there in the darkened elevator was nearly blinding me of good sense and devotion to my wife. This woman admittedly was turning me on…

The blonde began to unbuckle my belt, eager to release her prize. “I’ve been waiting so long for this. I want to taste that chocolate dick Andre.”

“Wait a minute, we can’t do…”

“Sshh, feel how wet I am,” she whispered finding my hand in the dark room. “Feel it.”

Oh God, why me? Damn, this woman is lucky I’m not ten years younger, because my ignorant ass at that time would have fucked the shit out of her.

“Listen, I can’t. Really, I can’t do this.”

It was quiet. The woman released my hand. “Are you sure Andre?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I just can’t do it, you gotta understand. I, I really love my wife. It’s a respect thing, ya know?”

I could hear her step back into her original corner of the elevator.

“You know what we really need to be doing is figuring a way to get the hell out of here, okay?” trying to shift away from the uncomfortable tension.

“No. I don’t think I’m finished with you.”

“Look, enough of this shit, I told you…”

Suddenly the elevator light came back on.

The woman was bent over tugging at her long, blonde hair until she flung what was fake hair across the floor revealing wild, naturally wavy jet black hair. Taking off her large sunglasses and turning towards me revealed a gorgeous Latina woman… my wife Maria!

“Well, I’m impressed,” she said smiling in her normal voice, no French accent.

All I could do was grab my heart and smile in pure relief, my heart was pounding, “Talk about being punked!”

“So papi, you know you’re getting some goood pussy tonight?”

“Is that right, just for me?”

“Mmm mmm…you have no idea how much trust turns me on.”

The blood in my legs began to flow again. “What if I can’t wait for tonight,” walking towards her to hold her in my arms. “I love you Maria.”

“And I love you too babe.”

Forgetting all about the jammed elevator I kissed my wife with the kind of passion reserved only for soul mates.

I wanted her right then. The blonde, well Maria, had already gotten my blood boiling and I wanted to be inside her.

Opening her trench coat revealed Maria in the sexiest outfit: her full breasts overflowing out of black lace corset with matching lace panties, black stockings and garter belt. My eyes were mesmerized at the sight of my sexy wife.

“Do you like?” Maria asked.

Without answering my hands found Maria’s plump ass lifting and squeezing her cheeks whispering a secret into her ear.

She needed no other encouragement as she stepped out of her extra tall heels pushing me back to the elevator wall before completely unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants and briefs.

Dropping to her knees, Maria freed my dick wasting no time giving me head so that I could feel the warmth of her mouth and teasing tongue. Both her hands grabbed hold of my shaft as her head bobbed up and down on the remaining inches of black dick. When she took it out of her mouth it was only to lick its entire length down to my balls before returning it back into the wet fluids of her mouth.

Playing in her beautiful dark hair I laid my head back against the wall, my eyes closed, my breaths short and helpless. No, I would not cum. I wanted more of her. I wanted to fuck my wife in a place we had not yet experienced.

I wildly took off my suit coat throwing it across the elevator, my tie following. I raised Maria up to kiss her again feeling her wet lips on mine. My hand felt between her thighs. The crotch of her lace panties was soaked.

Taking my hand into hers, like the good freak she was, she enticingly sucked her own juices from my fingers before nibbling on my chest and biting my nipple with just the right amount of pressure.

Briefly taking hold of her curvy, feminine hips I lifted Maria up into my arms, still kissing her, still lost in our spontaneous passion. This is why I fell in love with her in the first place. She had just the right combination of public sophistication and style, yet ready and eager for the most intense private scenes of kink. She was sexually impulsive and I enjoyed that about her.

Maria was so much smaller than me, it was easy to hold her with just with the strength in my arms. I walked her against the opposite wall, her legs wrapped about my waist, my hands supporting her ass, I was so hungry for her. I didn’t want to wait any longer.

Pulling her panties to the side I briefly stroked my dick to make it as hard and thick as possible before sliding it inside her dripping wet pussy.

Using the elevator wall as leverage, I pounded my dick in her again and again, over and over still whispering nasty desires into her ear.

“Take me papi,” Maria said surrendering herself to my sexual hunger.

Her nails dug into my back but the mild pain only turned me on further. “You’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes baby, for you I am.”

Just what I wanted to hear as the power of my thrusts grew stronger, her moans of pleasure encouraging more.

Our sex was supreme. — With the foundation of basic trust, there were few if any limitations between us. We were comfortable within ourselves and comfortable with our expressions of love.

We knew we could love-fuck each other with intense animalistic aggression just as in the same way we could enjoy the slower, more sensual moments of our devotion.

But right now was a time for fucking.

My tongue again found her mouth as our kisses might pause but never stopped. My dick never grew tired of Maria. Her pussy was incredible and she knew it.

“Ooh… give me that black dick Dre, you know how I like that shit!”

I wasn’t sure if I could hold back much longer. I could recognize the beginnings of a tingling sensation that gradually grows into a sweeping force through my body.

I felt that I was close to releasing my juices into my wife right there in the stranded elevator.

“C’mon baby, give it to me papi! Work my pussy!” yelled Maria bucking and riding my black steel hard and strong.

My dick throbbed inside of her. Chills drizzled down my back as that familiar build-up of sexual tension rolled through my upper body down to my center. I was ready to explode!

“I’m about to cum!” driving my dick deeper inside her with each stroke.

“Take me with you Dre, cum inside your pussy baby!”

“I’m about to cum!”

“I’m ready for you…I’m ready!” her pussy grinding hard and slow on my beefy dick.

“Oh shit, there it is! There it is! There it is baby!”

I came long and strong inside her. I clenched onto Maria’s body strong and secure. At that same moment she closed her eyes, her mouth opened, her head rolled back as she prepared for her own mighty orgasm.

I continued the exact same pace of my strokes. Maria’s back thumped against the elevator wall from my persistent pounding. Her eyes again opened wide to look at me. Her lower body wildly riding me. My dick throbbed as it was now ready to release more of its honey.

We came together in perfect unison. Her thighs seemed tighter around my waist. My dick rested and pulsated inside her. Her pussy suddenly wetter from both our juices. The thick, white cum overflowing, drips from our centers.

All we could do is collapse to the floor from exhaustion. We sat in the corner of the elevator on top of a pile of my clothes. My arms tenderly wrapped around my wife. My thoughts were soberly reminded of our predicament.

“Maria, I love you so much.”

“And I love you Andre. Tu es magnifique.”

I laughed, “So what’s up with the French, where did all that come from?”

“You must have forgotten, I told you a long time ago I took French at that private school my parents forced me to go to. I learned a lot of things there.”

“Yeah, I bet you did.”

Again we kissed with playful pleasure, again and again with several more kisses leading into a long, loving embrace until…

All at once, the elevator began to drop!

“Andre!!” Maria screamed.

I could only hold her tighter as the elevator descended downward at great speed. The loud sounds of metal like a train rolling over its tracks passing by our ears.

At that moment, it is true what they say: a film of your life passes before your eyes. It is a very surreal moment when you are seconds from death.

Again, I told Maria that I loved her.

Her hold of me could not be any tighter as her head was buried in my chest. Her body shook in fear.

The elevator continued to drop at a furious pace.

I began to say out loud the Lord’s Prayer: “Our Father, who art in Heaven…Hallowed be thy name…Thy kingdom come…Thy will be done…in earth as it is in…”

“Screeeeech!”

“Bam!!”

We were safe. The terror had us wrapped tightly together in a ball in the corner. We were still shaking like two leaves. But, we were safe. Maria’s eyes were wet with tears, my heart visibly pounding.

“Are you alright in there?!” a voice yelled.

We could hear through the elevator doors a group of men talking, the sound of a walkie-talkie chirping from its channel.

Hello?! Are you alright in there?!!”
*

We quickly managing to put our clothes back on to keep our naughtiness a secret.

Once we were helped out of the old elevator and on to safe ground, we answered a few questions from the fire department. There must have been twenty uniformed men milling about.

Ol’ Alice, the building’s long time evening security guard of thirty plus years, who must have been at least seventy, called us over to her desk.

“Mr. and Mrs. King, I was so worried about you!” she was sweet as pie passing us both two cold bottles of water. “I felt so helpless seeing you on that camera monitor and I couldn’t do a darn thing about it.”

“Uh, Alice you mean to tell me you could see inside the elevator?”

Alice shyly nodded her head yes.

“And you saw everything?” Maria asked.

She nodded again.

“Okay, Alice let’s keep what happened in there just between us, deal?

Alice smiled, “Sure thing, Mr. King. Your secret is safe with me,” making a sign as if she were locking her own mouth and swallowing the key.

I could only give her a “Shh” sign with my finger over of my mouth. “Goodnight Alice. Thanks for the water.”

“No problem Mr. King. You two have a wonderful evening.”

As Maria and I walked down the corridor to the parking lot, I could hear Ol’ Alice saying out loud to herself, “Whew, now that is love…damn!”

I glanced back at Ol’Alice to give her a friendly wink as she still watched us with a big warm smile fanning herself from the heat.

© Copyright 2008 D. Hill

~ by dmarcohill on June 22, 2008.