Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

[ddey333]

The air was cool in the lift, but with what little experience I had being trapped in a lift I would imagine it was going to get very hot very quickly. As my eyes danced down her cleavage I could see her two nipples pressing against the fabric, begging to be sucked. The young actress didn't seem to be aware of that fact as she looked around the small room.

We were standing opposite each other, and the lift was nothing fancy. Well, it was fancy for the building we were in but not very fancy with some of the places I had stayed in before. It had a very sterile inside look to it, with handle bars that ran around the middle of the room, about waist high. There were also two mirrors on each side of the small room, to the left and the right of the doors if you were facing them from inside.

I must've been staring because she coughed politely in a 'Hey buddy, my eyes are up here!' manner. I looked up and grinned in a 'caught trying' fashion, she smiled and waved it off. Smiling at each other again, our eyes seemed to dance away from each other as we tried to find something to do.



Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amy lick her lips, making the ruby red shine of her lips seem to shine even brighter. She pursed her lips as if blowing a kiss towards me, and whenever I took a quick glance she seemed to stop it. Was she trying to flirt with me?

I glanced over again as she shifted in place. Putting both of her hands on the guard rail behind her, she bent over ever so slightly at the waist and let her tremendous cleavage fill my hungry eyes. My head had turned to the right ever so slightly, but my eyes could still see all of her actions.

She smiled sexily and stood up, leaning on the guard rail she bent forward ever so slightly and pushed her impressive bosom together. She certainly knew what she was doing as she rolled her head in a circle, making me sweat. The things I would do to those tits.

I smiled to myself, knowing full well I could really get my rocks off if I got to bone her. Of course, this was a very big hypothetical 'if' as I was, for lack of a better word, a common man. She was, quite possibly, a multi-millionaire why the fuck would she want to sleep with me? Maybe she was horny? Maybe she wasn't getting any with her boyfriend, fiancé, husband whatever.

She certainly was flirting with me, but was that just to pass the time? I know I would if I was her... Then again, if I was her I probably wouldn't leave the house, I'd be too busy masturbating over how awesome my life was and how great it was to be me... If I was her... That's difficult to convey in writing, let's get back to the lift shall we?

"So you were just going to go get wasted after work?"

She asked, breaking the silence of our naughty grins. Looking over at her, I had been struggling to keep my neck from snapping after spying on her from the corner of my eye. Being able to look at her was a welcome relief, she smiled as I nodded my head.

"Yeah, I was looking forward to a nice cold beer too."

"But you're stuck in here with me." She said with a big grin on her face, offering me her hand to shake. "Amy Jackson."

"Jacob Stewart." I said with a matching smile, gladly shaking her hand. "I suppose there are worse places right?" I said with a grin.