I’m Sowmya, age 27, and I have been married for 3 years. My husband works for the government, living a luxurious life. He is in Mumbai for a conference for a couple of days. I am always given importance everywhere I go with my husband due to his designation.
On the sexual aspect, we are one the horny couples. We tried everything except making out in public places. It’s one of my unfulfilled wishes. We couldn’t try anything in public due to his image. People might notice it, which will be a big headache for us.
On my work front, we have a great team. Whenever an important event, holiday, etc., we organize parties to enjoy ourselves. We are very hardworking. From time to time, we need to relax our minds and souls with some alcohol and a nice atmosphere.
That night, the party ended at midnight. A couple of colleagues and I didn’t have the mood to go home. So we decided to dance at some nightclub in town. When we were almost ready to leave, we stepped outside the building. I realized that I had forgotten my purse.
It never happens to me to forget things. I am always careful, but that night was destiny, I guess. So I told my friends, and I returned to the front door.
The guard told me: Hey, miss, we’re closed!
Me: But I forgot my purse. I work here, I was at this party, and I left in a hurry!
Security: It’s a good reason, but… no! Nobody goes in. Nobody goes out!
“Look, I’ll show you my badge! Oh, shit, it is in my bag! What a bummer!”
I stared at the big guy, helpless. He wasn’t going to make things easy for me. He was trained not to give in, even if under torture. I was thinking about what to do.
Sowmya: Hello! Is there a problem?
“Oh, Mr Nair, you’re the man I need right now!”
Mr Nair is a charming man. He’s highly placed in the firm. But that doesn’t stop him from being human and understanding. He is my manager’s boss, which means he’s my boss too. But I feel comfortable with him. He showed the security guard a sign. The guard stepped aside without arguing.
I thanked Nair, my boss, and I stepped inside. Nobody was around, and the elevator was empty. It was a strange sensation as if something unexpected was going to happen. While waiting in the elevator to arrive at the proper floor, I played a video on my mobile phone with earbuds.
In that, a girl was having an affair with her boss. I giggled at the idea that maybe it would also happen to me. I had to admit that I have always asked myself what was behind those little emerald eyes of Nair. Suddenly the elevator stopped, and a guy entered. I thought nobody was in the building anymore.
He seemed young. I didn’t want to look at him lest he look weird. He was wearing a subtle perfume. He was dressed in an elegant suit, and his hands were strong and soft. My mind was horny. So I imagined making out with him in the elevator and dared to look at him.
As I raised my eyes, the elevator suddenly stopped, and I was plunged into total darkness. The only light was coming from my telephone. But guess what? My battery ran out, so we were both in total darkness. I panicked a little bit. I told myself being locked up in an elevator with a stranger was exciting.
My heart rate accelerated, and I felt the temperature rise. I wanted to say something to him. But before I could start my sentence, I heard a rustle and felt a large hand around my waist. A delightful shiver ran through my spine.
For some reason, I felt almost hypnotized. I welcomed his touch as if I had been waiting for it my whole life. I felt his warm breath. My heart was about to explode, and I wanted his mouth all over me.
I asked myself, “Are you insane?” and told myself, “Slap him. You’re married. What’s wrong with you?” But the smell of his perfume, masculine and subtle, seized me entirely, and I lost all sense of will. His hand suddenly touched the curve of my hips.
His firm torso pressed against my breasts, blocking me against the elevator’s wall. He also placed an arm beside my face to better control the situation. I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. My legs started to wobble. I felt his hand slowly down my spine, right up to the bottom of my back.
He put his lips with such sensual slowness on the delicate skin of my neck. His touch was intoxicating, almost unreal. He suddenly kissed me full on the lips as if he would eat me up. I held my breath, and my lips opened slightly, letting his tongue slip avidly inside.
I tried to make him stop, but he grabbed my neck, pushing me to kiss him again. His kiss was so demanding that it made my head spin. I let myself go without giving a shit anymore.
I slipped my hands around his sculpted waist and slid them back up along his jacket, untying the button. I heard the rustle of the fabric as it hit the floor. My hands were caressing his chest and pulling his shirt. I heard him stifle an arousing groan.
In turn, he touched the skin under my skirt. You could only hear a mix of impatient groans and muffled breathing. My conscience told me to stop. I was not that type of girl. But evidently, my brain broke down at the same time as that elevator.
Suddenly the elevator starts running again, and the lights are on. I couldn’t see my partner’s face still. He was holding me firmly up against him in such a way that I couldn’t see his face. I tried, but I couldn’t see much. I was under a spell because of his perfume and skin.
He whispered, “You will step out on this floor. This will be our little secret!”
I wanted to say something to him. He didn’t have the right to do that, to play with me like a cat with a mouse. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was smiling. I stepped out of the elevator, trying to figure out if it was only my imagination or real.
I have never done that before. I was close to being half-naked in a stranger’s arms. I took my bag and returned to my friends. Roshni had her arms folded across her chest, and Bhuvan was talking on the phone. She saw me, and she hailed a taxi.
“You took your time! Did you have a sexual affair with a stranger in the elevator?”
I was shocked by Roshni and her dirty mind! Although she was right this time, I didn’t have a clue who that stranger was. That guy seemed to have come out of one of those novels where the girl reaches ecstasy with just a single caress or an arousing word.
I didn’t see myself explaining to them that I had just lived a steamy moment in the company’s elevator. I was within an inch of having it away with a stranger. His manly smell and his firm muscles make it obvious. I imagine him young and handsome, with strong features and a body to die for.
But I have to get used to the idea that I might not see him again to find out who he is. Or at least to continue what we started. I admit that I am a little bit disappointed.
As I reached my room, I straight hit the bed. My mind was still processing the event that took place in the elevator. I enjoyed it the most. But this one question was constantly running through my mind. “Why didn’t I stop him?”
Every second I thought of him, I had an adrenaline rush. My hands slowly moved below my waist. I started playing with my clit, and two fingers moved in and out. It’s not the first time I am masturbating. But this time, it was different. I wouldn’t lie if I said that it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
To be continued.
Thanks for reading! As always, considering privacy and security reasons, names have been changed. Young girls can text me or share their views at [email protected].
This is a fictional story shared with me by a reader with most of the incidents that took place in her real life. I tried to narrate it from the pov of a girl. You can read my other story here.
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