I am writing to tell you about one of the most erotic experiences of my life. It took place last month and all because of a power failure.
I work in a high rise office building. On this particular day, I had to work late. As I sat at my desk, the worst storm of the year started. By the time I’d finished my work, it was nearly midnight and the storm was near its height. Thunder rattled the windows as I made my way to the elevator.
The elevator stopped two floors down from mine. The doors opened to reveal a very fine looking woman. Her blonde hair fell a few inches past her shoulders. The single piece blue dress she wore barely contained her wonderful figure. As if to hide her beauty, she was wearing a pair of prudish, wire rimmed granny glasses.
I smiled and said hello. She stepped into the elevator as if she hadn’t heard me. She seemed very preoccupied with something, so I decided not to bother her. Halfway down, and between floors, the power went out. In the darkness, I heard her gasp and then whimper.
“What’s wrong?” I quickly asked.
“I hate the dark,” she said, “and I especially hate thunderstorms.”
“It’ll be all right,” I said. “The power’ll come back on in a few minutes and we’ll be on our way.” I couldn’t see her in the darkened elevator. I heard her move around and felt her hands touch me. Before I knew it, she had her whole body pressed against mine.
“Hold me,” she said. I put my arms around her and stroked her back. I was really turned on by this gorgeous woman snuggling up against me for protection. She was really turned on, too, because even through the clothing, I could feel her stiff nipples as she rubbed her breasts against my chest. I let my hands drift down to her firm bottom and started kneading her asscheeks like mounds of bread dough. She wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me with a feverish intensity.
“Here,” she whispered between kisses. “Now. Please.”
I needed no further invitation. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and in one strong motion pulled it up well past her slender waist. She got to work on my clothing and in a matter of seconds we were naked on the elevator floor.
She sat astride me, rubbing her damp pussy up and down my stomach. The cold floor beneath me was soon warmed by my body heat as she continued to tease me. When she finally impaled herself on my straining erection, I moaned out loud. I bucked and pumped as she rode me, gasping each time I thrust into her deeply. In the relative silence of our coupling, we could hear the wind whistling in the elevator shaft, lending an eerie accompaniment to our passionate moans.
When all our grunting and grinding resulted in orgasms for us both, we caught our breath for a brief few minutes and she suggested we try a new position. I held her up against the handrail, my left hand holding her right thigh up and open, as I lined up my still hard cock with her pussy in the semi darkness. When I slid into her, she gasped. This time I lasted far longer, but her orgasms punctuated our union.
I have never had better sex. I swear I came at least three times. In the lulls between orgasms, I kept us amused by exploring her firm body with my lips and tongue.
Finally, the power came back on. As the elevator resumed its slow descent, we hurried to get dressed before the doors opened again. We barely made it.
The security guard on duty at the front desk smiled wryly as we stepped out of the elevator. We had our clothes on, but the man would have had to be brain dead not to realize what we’d been up to. Embarrassed, my mystery lover slipped away before I could say anything or ask her name.
Now, every time I ride the elevator I’m on the lookout for the beautiful woman hiding behind the granny glasses.
Bart K., North Carolina