Chapter 35 ELEVATOR SEX 2
Weeks after that blackout, the memory of what went down in the elevator lived rent-free in her head.
Lucas. She never learned his last name. She kept riding the elevator around that time, hoping they'd meet, but she never saw him again. And that made it worse or better.
When she's alone in her apartment, she replays the memory in a detailed and vivid manner. It turned into her daily fantasy.
She imagined the elevator filled with people during rush hour, bodies pressed tight, a blackout happening, and everyone starting to panic in the dark.
But Lucas is behind her, with no one noticing as he slips his fingers under the short dress she wore specially for that. Pushing his thick thumb inside her as her finger-fucks her to orgasm, while she has to stay silent and maintain composure a few inches from neighbors.
When the lights come on, his dick is still buried deep inside her, and her legs are wrapped around his waist, his cum already leaking down her thighs.
The security camera recorded everything. And people noticed and stared at them. And by morning, her name and face all over the building's group chat. She'd come so hard on his dick not minding the shame that followed.
In real life, Emma started doing small, reckless things to feed the fantasies.
She stopped wearing panties to the gym. She masturbated in her apartment with the windows open, wondering if someone on a higher floor was watching the way she’d once been watched.
Deep down, she didn’t want the fantasy to stay fantasy. She wanted to be stuck in an elevator again.
She wanted Lucas or maybe any other stranger craving some wet pussy.
She wanted to be taken, used and left dripping in a place where anyone could walk in.
And until that happened, she’d keep riding the 14th Three months after the elevator, Emma still hadn’t shaken the obsession.
Tonight was the night her fantasy was going to happen.
It was one hot Thursday in late September, the kind of heat that made clothes feel optional.
Emma finished her workout after 11 p.m., she wore a sports bra and tiny shorts clinging to every curve.
She took the elevator alone, no sign of him she was so disappointed, she followed her instinct and pressed the button for the roof instead of her apartment on floor 14.
She stepped onto the rooftop, it was technically off-limits to residents, but the lock on the access door had been broken for weeks. A few people used it to smoke or stargaze.
Mostly it stayed empty and tonight it wasn’t.
He was there, leaning against the ledge, backing her, she blinked twice in surprise. There was something about the way he held himself, the way he carried his shoulder that made her freeze.
He turned. Hazel eyes and that same half-smile he gave her that had haunted her for months.
Lucas. She held her breath and hid her excitement. He didn't look surprised, but he spoke first.
“I've been up here a lot lately,” he said, voice low and rough. “Hoping the elevator would trap me with you again.”
Emma felt tension between her legs, and she stepped closer.
“You live here?” she asked, though it didn’t matter.
“Uh..yeah floor 22 now. I moved in recently.” He started walking toward her. “But I kept coming back. Yunno couldn't stop thinking about how you felt. How you sounded when you creamed on my cock.”
She was already wet from his voice, from the memory flooding her.
He stopped a few inches away, close enough she could smell his skin. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about it too.”
“I think about it every day,” she whispered. “Every fucking time I get in that fucking elevator.”
He moved his hands up, brushing her lower lip with his thumb, exploring her boobs, going downwards towards her waist line. He stopped just above the waistband of her shorts.
“Prove it.”
Emma didn't hesitate. She pulled her sports bra over her head, letting her boobs fall free, nipples hard and the feeling of getting laid overwhelming her.
Next she shoved down her shorts, stepping out of them naked except for her trainers.
Lucas groaned, staring like she was his meal. And he ready to devour.
He pulled her against him, kissing her furiously, his hands pressing her soft and sexy ass. Pinching her nipples, sliding his hands between her legs to find her ready for a hot fuck.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against her neck, two fingers entering her easily. “Been waiting for this pussy again.”
She moaned, grinding down on his hand, the city lights blurring below them.
He turned her round, bent her over, her ass in the air, legs spread wide. The view was clear to anyone across the street, she was naked and exposed under the night sky.
Lucas didn’t waste any minute
She heard his zipper, felt the thick head of his dick rub her entrance, then he slammed into her in one deep thrust, he went in raw, no condom, his thick meat filling her completely.
Emma cried out, the sound carrying into the open air.
He fucked her hard, hips slamming each other, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip to pull her back onto every stroke.
“Look down,” he ordered, voice filled with lust. “Imagine someone watching you get fucked like this.”
He fucked her deeply and slowly until she came hard, pussy clenching around him, thighs shaking as waves crashed through her.
He didn’t stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure.
Then he pulled out, spun her again, and dropped to his knees.
His mouth was on her pussy instantly, tasting their mixed juices, sucking gently then hard until she was screaming his name into the night.
He rose to his fett, thrust back inside her, and fucked her slowly and deep against the ledge, their eyes locked, and mouths brushing with every thrust.
“Come inside me,” she begged. “Please.. oh fuck I need it.”
He groaned, buried his face in her neck, and let go, slamming in faster and pumping deep, hot ropes of cum into her until they were both shaking.
They stayed like that, wrapped together. After a minute, he kissed her slowly and softly.
“Next blackout,” he murmured against her lips, “I’m taking you in the stairwell.”
Emma smiled, clenching him in her deliberately.
“I’ll be waiting.”
She left the rooftop twenty minutes later, a delicious ache between her legs, feeling of achievement written on her and clothes back on.
The elevator ride down to 14 felt like the longest foreplay of her life.
And she knew she’d be on the roof again tomorrow night.
Just in case