I've read your bio, tell me a story...
The elevator doors opened and she rushed in. She had no time today, and hurriedly pushed the “door close” button. The doors were almost shut, when a hand appeared between them and she heard a voice saying “Hold the doors... fuck...” the doors annoyingly slid open again and the owner of the hand entered the elevator, grinning sheepishly at her. She smiled briefly, then rolled her eyes. She didn’t have time for this shit. As they stood respectably apart, waiting for the doors to close, the scent of the man hit her. God, it was good. Masculine but not overpowering. As the elevator began to move, she gave him a sideways glance. He was slightly taller than her. Neatly dressed, but not showy. Her eyes slid down to his hands that were clasped in front of him. They looked strong. Fingers long. She smirked to herself. Without warning her imagination had him pushing her against the elevator wall. His mouth finding hers, desperate in lust and longing. One hand found her face, her neck; the other sliding up her stockinged thighs, to her lacy black panties. Would his fingers find her arousal? She clenched at the thought. Her hands ran through his hair, as their tongues familiarised themselves. Her moans would fill the small space... suddenly the elevator sounded it had reached the ground floor. The doors slid open and he motioned for her to exit first. She blushed, smiled, dropped her gaze and walked briskly out of the elevator. She would not forget his smell any time soon.
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