6. Alexander’s Elevator Hijinks
Alexander’s Elevator Hijinks
Derek and Sheila strolled sedately down the corridor for thirty feet or so. Then Derek looked behind them, confirmed the staff member was out of sight, and grabbed Sheila’s hand. Laughing, they ran the length of the hallway until they stopped at the small elevator.
Sheila expected a service elevator and was pleasantly surprised by the glass wall facing outdoors.
The elevator was small but just as elegant as the others she’d ridden at the hotel, with a smooth handrail on all three walls, including the one with a magnificent view of the French Quarter.
The glass wall had a two-foot-wide brass panel below the railing that matched the ones on the two mirrored walls.
“Yup, it starts on the fourth floor,” Derek confirmed in a satisfied voice.
Sheila didn’t really care about the elevator, but she was having fun with Derek even while her mind cautioned her to step back. Just because he fulfilled yet another of her long-time personal fantasies didn’t mean anything. It was just sex.
“I never did tell you Alexander’s story, did I?” he asked.
“No, you didn’t, and it was very rude of you to interrupt him just when he got to the good parts,” she said in as prim a voice as she could manage considering pussy juice was running down her bare leg.
Derek set the elevator in motion after selecting the top floor. Then he moved to stand behind her. Sheila looked over her shoulder with a question in her expression.
“You should look outside,” he said. “New Orleans is a beautiful city full of unique charms, many of which are more conspicuous once the sun goes down.”
Sheila faced the glass wall of the elevator and watched the slow-moving skyline. The golden hour had begun, with sunset on its way, and everything was bathed in beautiful shimmering light. She gasped when Derek lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck.
“Let’s see, what were we talking about?” he asked.
“Alexander’s elevator hijinks.” Her voice was breathy.
“Ah, yes.” He briefly rubbed his hand along her backside, and Sheila shivered with delight. “As I mentioned, he was at a hotel here. I think he’d come for some awards ceremony or to judge a cooking contest, something professional like that.”
In a corner of her mind, Sheila was impressed. Right now, her focus was on Derek’s hands running along her arms and shoulders. The touch was light, delicate, but it caused goosebumps to pop up along her arms. Derek made a pleased sound, which sent a bolt of arousal directly between her legs.
“Anyway, he did his thing, it was over, and he headed back to his hotel room to change before he met up with some friends for dinner, much like you tonight. The first elevator he grabbed was terribly overcrowded with a large group who all knew each other and were loud and excited. Since his room was on a high floor, he got off at the first stop to change elevators.”
Derek’s fingers inched their way up the backs of her thighs until he reached the crease of her legs. His whisper danced over her cheek.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Just like that. Fuck, you’re so juicy already.”
Sheila moaned when his fingers slid between her pussy lips. He toyed with her entrance before removing his hand and then cleared his throat.
“So, he gets the next elevator, which is empty except for one person who’s looking at her phone.
His headache immediately recedes, and he punches in the number of his floor, which is the next to last one.
The woman in the elevator is gorgeous of course.
And you’ve met Alexander; he’s not too bad, either. ”
Sheila snorted at that assessment. Alexander looked like a model with his short dark hair, blazing blue eyes, impressive physique, and sensual lips. Yeah, not too bad. Derek’s palm squeezed an ass cheek under her skirt as if to remind her who she was with.
Like she could forget.
Then, another elevator passed them going in the opposite direction. Sheila tensed when it became clear how easy it was to see into the elevator car even though the people in the other car were too busy talking to pay attention to them.
“Relax, baby. I won’t do anything you don’t want. Let me just tell my story.”
She exhaled and nodded her agreement.
“After a few floors, the woman starts up a conversation. Alexander’s a charming bastard as you know, and he had her laughing in no time.
They had been on opposite sides of the elevator car, but she moved closer and closer until she was on his side.
Just as he’s about to invite her to have a drink, the elevator jerks to a halt, and the lights dim. ”
Sheila gasped when Derek skimmed his hand back under her skirt and rubbed her bare butt again. It was still tender where he swatted her earlier, but that somehow made his gentle ministrations feel even better.
“The woman cried out and clung to him. He pushed the button for emergency help. After a few tries, a voice came let them know maintenance has identified the problem, and help was on the way. The voice reassured them they’re not in danger, but it may take an hour or two for the elevator to be fixed. ”
Derek’s hand slid between her slick thighs again. Sheila widened her stance to give him more access and arched her butt out. His other hand landed on the glass wall, and he pressed his hard body against hers as he rubbed her clit harder. Her eyes slid shut, so she startled when he spoke again.
“The woman in the elevator told Alexander she was afraid of heights, and she was trying not to freak out. He suggested she talk about something to distract herself, but she said she had a better idea. To his surprise, she dropped to her knees in front of him.”
Sheila had just enough wherewithal to scoff at the likelihood of that happening, though it was Alexander. He oozed sex appeal and confidence.
“He was stunned. Sure, she was hot, and he was single and up for anything, but he worried she’d freak out later and feel he took advantage of her, so he offered to tell her stories to distract her. You’ll never guess what she said.”
Sheila made a noise to encourage him, but she couldn’t focus on more than that as he rubbed her clit. It was a bit awkward from this angle, but she was so turned on by the experience, it still worked.
A recent sexual adventure taught her how much she enjoyed semi-public sexual activities. The possibility of being caught enhanced her pleasure. A therapist would probably have a field day with that since she had previously lived such a quiet, unassuming life, but she didn’t care right now.
“‘Oh, a gentleman, too?’” Derek mimicked, “‘I’ve never fucked a gentleman before.’ Then she unzipped his pants and had his cock in her hands two seconds later.”
“Is that what you want me to do?” Sheila asked, her breathing ragged. “You did say you wanted to act out the story.”
“Role-playing with you is fun, but it’s too light out for anything more adventurous right now. Even New Orleans expects people to wait until dark to let it all hang out.”