An invasive thought. I donât know why I did it. Her and I rode the elevator together every night, up to our apartments. She never said a word, always wearing a mask. The girl just waved when she got on the elevator and waved when she got off. That night she had a pink strawberry print on the mask. A few floors away from her exit. I grabbed her ass.
The girl didnât even jump when I squeezed her bum. It was soft and firm and filled my palm nicely. Honestly, I seemed more shocked than her. Her beautiful eyes peering out from above the line of the mask didnât betray any emotion. She waved and stepped off the elevator. I didnât do anything the next time I saw her.
She entered the elevator and pressed the button, staring at the doors while the lift rose. My hand gripped her ass again. A firm squeeze, a rub, move to the other cheek for the same treatment. The girl stood there completely unphased. Her blue plaid mask barely moving with her breaths. The ding of the elevator doors opening, and I pull my hand back, afraid to get caught. She waves and exits.
I wish that building was taller. I wish we lived on the thousandth floor. Standing behind her, my hard cock rubs against my pants, against her leggings, against her ass. My arms wrap around her, fondling her tits. âWhatâs your name?â I ask, innocently. No response. A silent glare from behind her avocado mask. The wrong question, I guess.
Those forty seconds are the best part of my day. One hand up her shirt, tugging at her nipples. One hand down her panties, fingering her pussy. The girl was always smooth, always wet, and never spoke. I always wanted more. I choked her once. Clutching her neck, I shoved two fingers into her pussy. The first noise I heard her make was a soft moan. When she waved goodbye, I swear I could see a smile underneath the flower-print fabric on her face.
The girl wore that strawberry mask again. I wanted to rip it off and kiss her. I played with her clit instead. My fingers were slippery and wet when I pull them from her panties. She waves goodbye. An invasive thought. I stepped off the elevator behind her and followed the girl down the hallway. I grabbed her ass while we walked. She stops to unlock her door and I step inside the dark apartment with her.
The lights are off. I pull down her leggings and shove her against the wall. It feels wrong, like Iâm forcing her. Maybe I am, I canât be sure. I unzip my pants. My painfully hard cock rubs against her bare ass. Adjusting to the low light, I can see her wet panties have little strawberries on them. The same pattern as her mask. I push her head against the wall and thrust my cock into her pussy.
She squirms a bit, so I hold her in place. I bury myself inside her with a sickening thump. Does she even want this? The girl shudders. She let me in. She let me touch her. Another fleeting movement as she tries to twist away. I yank her arms behind her back. I want this. She could have stopped any time. Her wet, slippery pussy takes my whole cock with each push.
I donât know why I got so angry. After a few minutes I was rough, careless. Iâm not usually like that. Something made me fuck her like I hated her. Iâm usually the gentle type. I think I wanted to break her. I wanted to see something, anything. When she didnât give it to me it pissed me off. She let me touch her and pound her stupid cunt, but she wouldnât tell me her name.
Seeing her dull eyes peer back at me only made things worse. I ended up shoving her to the ground and pinning her wrists while I fucked her as hard as I could. I hated that she made me feel like I was assaulting her. I took it out on her cunt. My ears were burning, listening for the faintest moan or whimper.
I donât know if she came. I know I did. I fucked her until I filled up her hole then wiped my cock off on her strawberry panties. She was kneeling on the ground when I left. I closed the door behind me and got back on the elevator.