Fantasy Sex In Elevator

[ddey333]

"Please put your clothes back on," she almost whined. "What happens if the elevator starts up and we reach the floor before you can get dressed? What happens if there is some tabloid person waiting for me, with a camera? They could take a picture and then the whole world would see me in an elevator with a near naked man. Those nasty tabloids would come up with all sorts of wild assumptions!"
 "See this button?" Rich said, pointing up to one. "It says, 'emergency stop'. I can press it and it will halt the elevator until it is pressed again. That will give me plenty of time to get dressed."
Candice stomped her foot against the floor again. "What happens if a technician overrides the button before you can get dressed?"
 "I suggest you do the same," Rich told her. "What?" she asked, looking back at him.
 "Take off your clothes and get more comfortable," he replied. "I can see that you're obviously sweating from this heat."
 "NO WAY!" she exploded. "I'M NOT TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF! OH! You would like that, wouldn't you!? You could go around and tell all your friends that you saw Candice Baker stripped down to her bra and panties!
Well, no way! I'll roast in this heat before I undress!"
"I wouldn't tell anyone," Rich said, in a disgruntled voice. "I don't do that sort of thing. Besides, you'd be more comfortable if you took that thick jacket off. Why don't you take it off, at least?"
Candice looked down at her red blazer. "Because I'm not wearing a blouse underneath it!" She turned away from him, trembling with anger. "I won't tell anyone, I promise," he said. "Look, I won't try anything either, if that's what you're afraid of. Don't you think if I did want to try something, I would have done so already?
We've been in here for almost an hour and a half." "I won't take my clothes off! Ever!" People change their mind. Even Candice Baker. 15 minutes later, she sat in the opposite corner of the elevator, her knees curled up to her chest, her arms hooked around them. Her sport jacket and skirt, plus her high-heels and stockings, were off to the side. She sat in the elevator, simply wearing a white bra and matching silk panties. The heat had gotten to her so much, that she let her guard down - but only after Rich swore on his life that he would never tell anyone about this.
ESPECIALLY the tabloids. Rich couldn't help but sneak a few peeks at her. She was perfect. Her body, her skin, everything about her physical appearance was simply perfect. He could tell that her breasts, though concealed by the bra, were obviously large and very firm. She had a deep, rich tan and her legs were long - lusciously long. She had the body that Rich imagined only a television starlet could have. He wondered if her breasts were real, though. He had to suppress a smile at that thought. Though she hated herself for doing it, Candice had also peeked at Rich.
He had the type of muscular body which she adored. She loved the way his pectorals would ripple each time he raised a hand to wipe his forehead. She even found herself glancing at his box er shorts, wondering to herself what was inside of them. Would it be big enough? She shook her head, trying to drive those thoughts away again. The dim lighting of the elevator seemed to cast an odd romantic feeling over them, adding to the sexual hunger they each felt. Candice thought that Rich was extremely handsome -
Rich knew that Candice was the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes upon in his entire lifetime.