There are those strangers in your life whom you constantly bump into. The people who you see around town but for whatever reason never introduce yourself to.
Among that group, there are the pretty ones whose eyes you seem to catch over and over again. Interactions that you are never sure are flirtatious, but always get your heart racing.
She was one of those. Someone I passed a hundred times and whose smile could make my day.
We worked in the same building, though not for the same company. Usually, I saw her in line at the coffee shop on the corner. She always got the almond milk latte, but it wasn’t the kind of place where they called your name, so I couldn’t get the information that way.
She had a crooked half-smile. Shy eyes. She seemed to hide behind the fringe of her chocolate brown hair. Sometimes I would catch her gaze, and for a moment, the half smile would turn whole, and she would stare so intensely I would get embarrassed. Then her hair would fall over her eyes, and she would look at her shoes.
I often wondered if I imagined her flirtation. I didn’t really want to be one of those creeps who comes on to someone randomly, especially if I had to see her every day at the coffee shop.
We would also occasionally bump into each other in the elevator, which felt a bit like high school. She tended to hold her laptop case in front of her chest and bite her lip, giving me a tight-lipped smile, but looking forward.
One Wednesday, we got on the elevator together and shared our smile, though that morning, it lingered a little longer.
She wore a somewhat short black pleated dress, with seamed stockings, which were my weakness. The dress had a white peter pan collar, and there was something in her makeup and hair that made me think it might be a special day for her, maybe a date that night or a big presentation at work. She looked extra pretty.
I pressed 8, my floor, and 14, hers, and she smiled again in thanks.
When the elevator lurched the first time, she fell right into my arms. Luckily neither of us got coffee that morning, or it would be all over us. She dropped her laptop with a thud and sprawled backward into me, knocking the wind out of me.
There was a moment, where we were both pressed against each other and turned all around, and I remember noticing that she was wearing a garter belt. Her naked thigh flashing for an instant as the elevator heaved.
Things were still for a moment, and then the lights went out. She was pressed against me in the dark, and her weight and the softness of her body against me were confusing. Her hair smelled like wildflowers.
After a moment, different lights came on, dim and amber. There were some mechanical sounds, like an engine trying to start and failing.
We stood and waited, then we were suddenly aware of our position, with her pressing her whole body against me as I leaned against the wall of the elevator.
“Sorry. Um. Thanks for catching me,” she said in a low voice.
She was still leaning against me. Her ass was far softer than I expected, her hips more substantial than her dress let on. My hands itched to slip around her waist.
“Uh,” said a tinny voice out of some unseen internal speaker in the elevator.
“Attention. Attention. There has been a power outage. Looks like about 20 square blocks, so it must be a relay. Unfortunately, our redundant system malfunctioned. You aren’t in any danger, but it may be a while before you’re getting out. Sit tight.”
Then there was silence. We both sighed deeply. I let her go, and she turned to face me.
“Well, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself anyhow-” I started with a laugh.
She looked up at me, not laughing, and touched my lips with her fingers. “No. I don’t want to know your name. We don’t have much time,” she whispered.
“We-what?” I was confused. She looked so serious all of the sudden.
She took my hand and placed it just above her stomach and then slipped it up until it was cupping her breast over her satiny shirt. The softness was a shock.
“This has always been my fantasy. Stuck in an elevator with a handsome stranger. I mean, unless you don’t want to…”
“I want to,” I quickly replied, squeezing her breast and feeling warmth flow through my veins as my body awoke to the possibilities before me.
“Do you? Even though we might get caught?” She said, pushing herself closer to me.
“We have to be quick about it then,” I said, reaching down and slipping my hands under her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin for the first time, my hands sliding up her hips and resting on her waist.
She smiled again. Not the shy smile I was used to, but something hungry and wicked.
“You can pull my panties off, if you want,” she offered sweetly.
I pulled them down her smooth legs and then stood back up, holding the tiny warm cotton in my hand. Not knowing what to do with them, I put them in my pocket.
I saw her biting her lip in the soft light, and I grabbed her arms and spun us both around so that she was pressed against the wall of the elevator, and I was pressed against her. I kissed her. The electricity of kissing someone knew, feeling all those subtly different sensations.
Then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I let her guide me to my knees, and as she raised her dress, I hungrily moved forward, my mouth between her legs. I held her hips as I tasted her for the first time, my tongue slipping between her lips, salt and light tang of sweat, then the silky wetness of her.
Stubble burned my lips, but I could care less about that. I was twirling and sliding my tongue experimentally, listening to what moves made her breath catch. Being in a hurry, she was happy to grab my hair and hold me in the place she liked best, goading me on faster, slower, harder.
We got into a rhythm quickly, as she guided my mouth when she needed it. After a few minutes, her breath caught, and she moaned and pulled at my hair. “Don’t stop,” she said, over and over, as she came.
She panted and held me by my hair, then slowly collapsed, taking me with her. For a moment, she looked into my eyes. I moved up to kiss her, and she pulled away. She measured me with her gaze, then moved down and kissed me.
The softness of her lips, the taste of her pussy still on mine, the swirl of our tongues. Then suddenly, the world spun as she pulled at me and pressed down on me and turned around so that I was once again between her legs, but now she was between mine as well. She reached down and undid my pants.
Just as her lips wrapped around my cock, the speaker crackled back to life.
“Attention. Attention. We should have things moving in about five minutes. Thanks for your patience,” it announced.
“You better hurry,” she said, before taking my cock into her mouth completely.
I groaned against her wet pussy. The smell of her everywhere, the taste of her, my whole face wet with her as my cock was enveloped in heat again.
As I felt her legs quivering and her body priming for another orgasm, I felt my own rushing faster.
I couldn’t even moan. Her body was pressed down on me, covering my mouth and nose, giving me a little spike of fear as my breath was kept from me. Then I came, like getting hit by lightning while underwater. My body bucked against her. Her mouth never stopped sucking.
As she rolled off me, the lights flickered, and an engine started in the distance. The elevator started to move. We rushed to put our clothes on.
In the confusion when we got out, I lost her. I never got her name. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I still had her panties in my pocket.