His blue and white striped shirt, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, was tucked neatly into a pair of well-tailored black pants. Unbuttoned for the most part, the shirt exposed a tiny, neat patch of black hair beneath a white V- neck T-shirt. The black tie, which was a perfect knot minutes ago, now hung loosely around his neck.
Pinning me with his strong, lean body to one of the elevator walls, the stranger let his lips linger on mine, his tongue pushing through my parted lips. His growing bulge rubbed against my thighs. My hands slid down from behind his neck to reach for it and I began stroking through the cotton fabric of his trousers. It was massive – the bulge – rising even harder and bigger and throbbing steadily behind my touch, like a force being awakened.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned. “Yes … there … baby! There … that’s it! Make me cum.”
I swiftly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and released his long, thick, massive cock from the confinement of his underwear, letting it drop along with his trousers to the green carpet covering the floor of the elevator. Then I resumed my stroking, this time with my mouth, slowly at first, then faster with each new stroke.
“Oh, yes!” he groaned again, his face twisting with pleasure, his eyes half laden with lust, and his parted lips hanging awkwardly to a side. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, as he began to push himself back and forth into my mouth, moving to the rhythm of my stroking. Spurred on, I continued stroking, making sure that I worked magic through his body with my tongue. He threw his head back, sighed, and let a loud, throaty, raw animalistic groan escape his lips.
Then suddenly, he raised my hands above my head with a hand – I guessed it was his way of telling me that it was his turn to pleasure me – and with the other, released one of my breasts from the black bra underneath my silk blouse. He groped, caressed, and stroked it before shoving it roughly into his mouth. My nipples hardened against his tongue, which he deftly ran over my body.
From my breasts to my navel, he licked, nibbled, and sucked passionately. He stopped long enough to slide my red lacy pant from underneath my short A-line skirt down my thighs, and before it reached my feet, which was still clad in brown stockings and black-heeled pointed shoes, his tongue was on my clit, teasing and tickling its folds. I gasped, shivered, and moaned in response. Then between his thumb and index fingers, he gently caressed my clit till he found his way to my wet, tight opening and slid two fingers first, then three, into it.
“Ooooh god!” I moaned, squirming in ecstasy.
His hard, muscled biceps moved beneath his shirt as he grabbed my thighs and raised my legs off the floor. He pinned me even harder to the wall, with my full, fleshy bottom hitting hard against the silver panel of the elevator behind me. I gasped in pain, then pleasure as he slowly slid himself into me and began to thrust. He dug his upper teeth into his lower lip as he rocked my insides with his massive cock, forcing its entire length inside me and violently slamming my delicate back farther into the hard panel in the process.
I gasped again, more from pain than pleasure, but I enjoyed the feeling. Lacing my fingers behind his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist, I took one long last kiss from him; this stranger whose name I didn’t even know. Was it Deji, Jide, Dapo? Was it Emeka, Onyekachi, Ifeanyi, or was it Henry, Chris, Derrick? I didn’t know, and didn’t want to. I liked the stranger who was neither handsome nor particularly tall but was doing things no one had ever done to me. This stranger with the strong, virile body of three men was the sexiest I ever saw. I had noticed his raw sexiness, which exuded from him so strongly I could touch it, that same moment he stepped into the elevator on the second floor, even before he uttered a word to me. He had barely said hello before we were at each other, nearly tearing out our clothes.
Now, ripples of tremor swept through me and exploded from my clit. My body went into spasms, and I moaned, whimpered, and cried. The stranger buried his parted lips in my neck and I could feel his breath slow and heavy on my skin. He held me for a short moment before we picked our cloth items scattered on the floor and straightened the creases on those we still had on wordlessly. I slipped my red pant into his shirt pocket and smiled, just as one of the elevator buttons signaled that I had reached my destination – the second to the last floor. I stepped out, giving a couple and a child enough room to step in.