Stuck With You

Lena and I ran into each other in that old building completely by chance. She was heading up to see a friend on the seventh floor, I was going to a client on the ninth. The elevator doors had barely slid shut when the car lurched, shuddered, and ground to a halt between the sixth and seventh floors. The light flickered, then dimmed to a sickly yellow.

"Well, great. Just what I needed," she breathed out, but there was no anger in her voice. Just a tremor.

I turned. Lena stood half a meter away, in a thin summer dress that clung to her hips. Her eyes were already lit with that familiar fire. We hadn't seen each other in a year and a half, but my body remembered everything instantly.

"This doesn't mean anything, right?" I whispered, taking a step closer. My fingers found her wrist on their own.

"Nothing at all," she answered, but she was already pressing her back against the cold metal wall. "Just... blowing off steam. Until they fix this thing."

My palms settled on her waist. The dress was so thin I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Lena let out a soft gasp when I pressed my body against hers. My cock was already rock hard, pressing into her lower belly.

"Fuck, I missed the way you smell," I breathed into her neck, kissing the skin just below her ear.

"Then don't talk... just do it," she whispered, threading her fingers through my hair.

I hiked her dress up. Underneath, lace panties, already soaked. Lena hooked her thumbs and pulled them down herself, stepped out of them, and spread her legs as wide as the cramped car would allow. My fingers found her hot, swollen pussy immediately. Her clit was hard and slick. I dragged two fingers across it, and she moaned, arching her back.

"Oh, Alex... deeper," she breathed, biting her lip.

I undid my fly. My cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. Lena wrapped her hand around it, stroked up and down, smearing the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip.

"So hard..." she whispered with a soft smile. "I want to feel you inside me."

I hooked my hands under her thighs and lifted. Lena wrapped her legs around my waist. The head of my cock parted her slick folds and sank in slowly, all the way to the base. We both froze, panting. Her pussy was unbelievably hot and tight, squeezing me in pulsing rings.

"God... that feels so good," she moaned into my ear. "Fuck me slow... I want to feel every inch."

I started to move. Deep, smooth strokes. The elevator swayed gently in rhythm. The sounds were filthy: the wet squelch of her pussy, our ragged breathing, the faint creak of metal. I kissed her neck, her breasts through the thin fabric, nipping at the nipples that pressed through the dress.

Lena slipped her hand between us and worked her clit while I kept fucking her standing up.

"Alex... I'm close..." Her voice cracked.

"Cum on my cock, baby," I whispered, picking up the pace.

Her body shuddered. Her pussy began to clench hard, milking me, pulling groans from my throat. Lena came first—quiet but intense, digging her nails into my shoulders. I felt her juices trickle down over my balls.

Before she could catch her breath, I set her down, spun her around to face the wall, and slammed back inside her from behind. Now I fucked her harder. Her firm ass slapped against my hips. Lena arched her back, bracing her palms against the cold metal.

"Deeper... harder... I want to feel you fill me up," she moaned, glancing back over her shoulder.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair—not hard, just enough to let her know I was in control. My thrusts turned short and sharp. Her pussy got louder, wetter. She didn't hold back her second orgasm—she cried out, legs shaking.

"I'm gonna cum..." I grunted.

"Inside me... please, give me every drop," she gasped, clenching around me.

I drove in to the hilt and unloaded, hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy, spilling out and running down her thighs. We froze, panting. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, kissing the back of her neck.

The elevator suddenly jerked, then began to crawl upward.

"This doesn't mean anything..." Lena repeated quietly, but there was a smile in her voice.

"Of course not," I answered, not letting go of her. "Nothing at all."

The doors slid open on the seventh floor. She smoothed her dress, threw me one last lingering look, and stepped out. I stayed in the car, feeling her scent cling to my skin long after the doors closed.