The Stop Button

I'd been making her cinnamon lattes every morning for three months. Anna always smiled a little longer than necessary, and today, when she walked into the coffee shop in that tight dress, I knew—today was the day. Her husband, my old buddy Serge, had just left for a business trip. She knew it. I knew it. We both stayed quiet.

"Double, as usual?" I asked, handing her the cup.

"And you, as a bonus," she whispered, looking straight into my eyes. Our fingers touched on the cardboard sleeve. Electricity shot through my skin.

We left together. I was supposedly "walking her to the subway." Instead, we ducked into the old office building across the street—there was an elevator there that almost nobody used. The doors closed. I hit the button for the eighth floor. Anna moved in close, her back to me. Her ass brushed lightly against my hips.

"You know," she said softly, "I've been picturing you fucking me for six months. Every time Serge fucks me, I think about your hands on my waist."

The elevator lurched and stopped. The lights flickered, then dimmed to the emergency glow. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth floors. Silence. Just our breathing.

"Well, shit," I breathed out. "Here I thought you just liked my foam."

Anna turned around. Her eyes were shining. She bit her lip and pressed the big red STOP button.

"Right now I want a different kind of foam," she purred, running her palm over my crotch. My cock was instantly hard.

I pressed her against the cold elevator wall. Her dress rode up on its own. Underneath—thin lace panties, already soaked. I slid my fingers between her thighs, parted her soft lips, and pushed two fingers inside at once. Anna arched her back, letting out a quiet moan.

"Oh... fuck... deeper," she whispered into my ear. "I've been silent for so long... now I want everything."

I unzipped my pants. My thick cock sprang free, pressing against her stomach. Anna wrapped her hot hand around it, started stroking slowly, smearing the first bead of precum.

"It's even bigger than I imagined..." she giggled. "Serge would be so jealous."

I spun her around to face the wall, hiked her dress up to her waist. Her firm ass was right in front of me. I crouched down, ran my tongue along her wet slit from clit to asshole. Anna shuddered, her knees buckling.

"God... are you serious? Right here?" Her voice trembled with arousal.

"You said you dreamed about it," I replied, standing up. The head of my cock was already spreading her hot, slick lips. I pushed in with one long thrust, all the way to the hilt. Anna let out a loud gasp, pressing her forehead against the metal wall.

"So tight... and so hot... fuck me," she breathed. "Harder. I want to feel you tomorrow."

I started moving. The elevator swayed slightly with the rhythm. The sound of wet slaps echoed in the cramped cabin. I squeezed her tits through the thin fabric of her dress, pinched her hard nipples. Anna reached back with one hand, pulling her ass cheek aside so I could go even deeper.

"Yeah... just like that... fuck your friend's wife," she whispered dirty, and those words sent fire through my veins. "I'm yours tonight. Cum inside me if you want."

I sped up. Her pussy clenched around my cock rhythmically, like it was milking me. Sweat trickled down her back. I leaned in, bit her neck. Anna cried out in pleasure, her body starting to tremble. The first orgasm hit her hard—she squeezed me tight inside, her legs shaking, hot fluid spraying from her.

"I'm cumming... fuck, that's so good..." she moaned, biting her own fist.

I didn't stop. I turned her around to face me, lifted one leg onto the handrail, and pushed in again. Now we were looking into each other's eyes. Her pupils were huge.

"I want to watch you cum again," I said hoarsely.

Anna wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her forehead to mine. Her breath burned against my lips.

"Then go deeper... just like that... oh god... I'm going to... now..."

The second time she came even harder. Her pussy pulsed, gripping my cock so tight I couldn't hold back. I buried myself to the root and started shooting. Hot streams of cum blasted deep inside her. Anna trembled, scratched at the back of my head, whispered against my lips:

"That's it... fill me up... all of me... I'm your little slut today..."

We stood there, breathing hard. My cock was still inside her. Cum slowly trickled down her thigh. Anna suddenly laughed—bright, girlish.

"Can you imagine if they fix the elevator right now and the doors open..."

"Then Serge would definitely know whose work this is," I grinned, kissing her damp temple.

She kissed me back—softly, almost gratefully.

"You know... I don't regret this. And if this elevator gets stuck again... I'm pressing that button."

The light in the cabin flickered. The elevator lurched and started moving up. We quickly straightened ourselves out. When the doors opened on the eighth floor, two technicians were already waiting there.

Anna stepped out first, swaying her hips. She turned, winked at me, and said quietly:

"Tomorrow at the coffee shop. Same latte... and same stop button."

I just nodded. My dick was already starting to stir again.