An elevator ride

It was a hot summer day when Bridget convinced Urs to go to the mall with her. After 2 hours and 10 shoe stores, he was bored.
“Can we go home now?” he asked.
“Soon, babe.” She promised.
“I hate shopping, you know that!”
She looked at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. “How about I make it up to you?”
“How?”
She pulled him close and whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Urs looked at her white summer dress. It clung her body nicely and had a knee-length skirt.
“So…?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to have sex in public?”
“Yes, but…”
“Come on!” Bridget pulled him towards the glass elevator.
Urs raised an eyebrow. “You got to be kidding!”
“I’m dead serious, babe!”


Bridget walked into the elevator. Two other people followed, and Urs was the last one. He made his way across and stood beside her. She gazed outside and ignored the other people. As she reached down and closed her hands around the metal railing, Urs moved his body against hers. He looked across her shoulder, out to the mall.
“Fuck me. Now.” She murmured quietly.

There was no way he was going to protest.
‘He can’t argue’, she thought, ‘with all those people around.’
A quick glance at the reflection in the elevators’ glass wall assured her that the other people were facing the inside wall, watching the doors. The reflection also showed her own flushed face. And Urs… His eyes full of desire, his lips slightly parted. His breath caressed her ear.

Her breathing quickened. Bridget felt her breasts swell with arousal, her nipples pressing the fabric of her summer dress. In the reflection she saw his shoulders move. He slowly pulled up the back of her dress. No one looked at them.
The material of her dress fell around his hips. At the front, her skirt fell straight down, hiding her from the crowds in the mall. She felt the hem of her skirt being pushed up over her ass.

In the glass wall of the elevator, Bridget watched one of Urs’ hands gliding under the skirt. She felt his knuckles press against the bare skin of her thigh. Suddenly his hand gripped hard. She almost gasped aloud. His hand went up and his thumb tickled her clit. Bridget froze. Her back wanted to arch, but she held still.

His hot hand slipped back to cup her hip. His breathing became faster. Urs’ hand moved forward over her hips, down to her belly. Nothing showed outside her skirt.
His fingers drove down into the curls of her black pubic hair. Her sex ached for him.

She thrust her clit forward a fraction, meeting his fingers. Slowly Urs began to touch her. His fingertips feathered across her clit.

The elevator stopped. People got out and more people got in. And then it moved up again.
Bridget felt Urs’ other hand under her skirt. No one was looking.
She felt him grip the zip of his jeans and jerk it down. His belly felt hot against her bottom. The solid top of his cock pressed against the cleft of her ass. Pressing back against him, Bridget felt his breathing stifle and rage.

She eased up on her heels. Her weight came forward, resting on her hands where she gripped the railing. She moved her legs slightly apart.
The head of his hardness pushed at her inner lips. Centimetre by centimetre, not hurried at all, Urs slid his cock into her. She rose and then sank down on his thick manhood. His balls banged against her.

She swallowed. No one was looking at them.
His hips rose and her heels rose as well. She stood on her toes, hands gripping the elevator railing tightly, supporting on the hardness of his cock.
Slowly without saying a word, he began to thrust in her.

Tingles of delight ran across her skin. She opened her eyes widely. His cock moved down, moved up again, thrusting her so slowly, full of his hardness.
She bit her lip and kept a moan inside.

His chest rose and fell, pressed against her back.
The elevator stopped again and his cock slipped out of her. People got out and other people moved in again. When the elevator moved with a jerk, Urs’ hardness suddenly thrust up. Her lips parted as he slid into her. Deeper and deeper!
Bridgets’ eyes flew wide open. “Mmm.” She mumbled.
‘I’m gonna come. I can’t help it. I’m gonna come!’ she thought.

Urs’ eyes were half closed. They looked like boyfriend and girlfriend, doing nothing else than leaning against the railing of the elevator.
‘Oh god!’ she thought. Her sex tightened and loosened again. She stretched up as high as she could, his cock still inside. She squeezed his hardness. His hands clamped her hips as he began to thrust again.
She realised it was up to him if she was going to come or not.
“Do it! Do it, please!” she whispered, her lips hardly moving.

Urs thrust again. She felt the muscles of her thighs shaking. He pumped his cock up into her. His hand pushed forward, down her hip, over her belly. His middle finger found her clit and he slowly began to touch it.
Her breathing quickened. “Oh…”
His finger kept playing with her clit while his manhood thrust up again. Bridgets’ knees weakened. She held herself up by willpower. Her breath caught in her mouth.

The elevator doors opened and everyone got out. When the doors shut again, it went up.
“Oh God!” Her head fell back against his chest.
A voice in her ear said “Now I’m gonna make you come.”
The hand that manipulated her clit, slid up her body. It gripped her right breast, under her dress and squeezed it. Her nipple hardened instantly. His other hand held her up at her hip. He drew his cock back slowly. “Take this!”
Smoothly and unstoppable he drove his hardness back inside. His cock felt hot. Her mouth fell open and she arched her back, thrusting her body to meet his.
“Oh my God!” he moaned.
His loss of control undid her. An explosion of pleasure came over her, taking her by surprise. She came as his seed filled her. Afterwards he leaned against her, trying to catch his breath.

He turned her around and kissed her. “You are amazing.” The elevator stopped and he quickly zipped up his pants before getting out.
He grinned at her and took her hand. “You know… I think I like shopping from now on!”