The Elevator.

<BODY BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" LINK="#FFFFFF" ALINK="#000400" VLINK="#FFFFFF"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#CC3300" FACE="Arial" ><B>Starved's Fantasy</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFCC99" FACE="Arial" >   </FONT> |   <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Starveds Fantasy"><U><B>home</B></U></A></div> <div> <B>The Elevator.</B><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id20.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Jacuzzi"><U>The Jacuzzi</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="California Coast"><U>California Coast</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id22.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Crowne"><U>The Crowne</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id23.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Heartbreaker"><U>The Heartbreaker</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id30.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Gettin My Hair Done"><U>Gettin' My Hair Done</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id31.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Ducati."><U>The Ducati.</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id32.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Park"><U>The Park</U></A></div> <div> <IMG SRC="04758020.png" border=0 width="600" height="2" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>The Elevator.</B></div> <div> Damn! Today just has not been my day. I arrive in Dallas to do a presentation, one </div> <div> that could land a million-dollar contract for my company. My flight was late, I missed </div> <div> my connection, the airline lost my luggage, the hotel tells me that they gave my room </div> <div> away, and now, the electricity is going on and off. All I have to wear is a University of </div> <div> Oklahoma sweatshirt, and blue jeans. They gave me the key to a small single room. </div> <div> I reserved a suite, now they want me to settle for a closet. As I get off on the sixth floor, </div> <div> I hear people arguing. No, not arguing...they sound like they are having sex. He must </div> <div> really be banging her around. I stop and listen. She is screaming, "Oh yeah Daddy </div> <div> that's it", "MORE...MORE...DON'T STOP". I can almost feel him slamming into her. </div> <div> With her bent over, him fucking her from behind. I imagine him using his fingers to </div> <div> massage her clit. Damn, this is all I need, I haven't had sex in months, now my room </div> <div> has to be next to the Sex-Me-Down-Village. I go into the room, and I notice that the </div> <div> sounds have stopped. Well, at least I won't have that to worry about. The room is fine, </div> <div> kind of plain. Nice view. I find myself daydreaming about the last time I was with a </div> <div> man. I can't even remember his name...very little else, it wasn't very memorable. I </div> <div> realize I'm starved, and decide to go downstairs to get something to eat at the </div> <div> restaurant. When you can't have what you want, there's always ice cream. As I </div> <div> open my door, I notice my sex-starved neighbors are going out also. I go to the </div> <div> elevator, and notice that only the man is leaving. My first reaction is "Damn, he's </div> <div> big", "She must have had fun". He must be at least 6'3. As I push the button, I try </div> <div> to not stare at him. My mind is reliving those sounds that I heard. When the doors </div> <div> open, we brush against each other going in. We both say "Excuse me" and move </div> <div> to our respective corners. On our way down, we are jerked to a stop, and the </div> <div> lights go out. I can hear you breathing, but I can't see you. I say "Excuse me, but </div> <div> do you have a match or a lighter". You say, "Sorry, I don't smoke". As I start </div> <div> rambling through my purse looking for a book of matches, it falls to the floor. I </div> <div> hear everything moving around, my keys, money, condoms, and lipstick. You say </div> <div> "let me help you with that". As I feel your fingers touching mine... I know I'm in </div> <div> trouble.  You hand me all of the things that you've found. When you hand me the </div> <div> condom, I continue holding your hand. I bring your fingers to my mouth. I trace </div> <div> my lips with your thumb, then I take it into my mouth...sucking it lightly. I hear you </div> <div> catch you breath, but you don't pull away. Now I get bolder. I touch your arm...</div> <div> your chest...your stomach. When I reach your stomach, you grab my hand. My </div> <div> disappointment turns to amazement, as you start to suck on my fingers. With </div> <div> your free hand, you unbutton my jeans, and slide your hand over my pussy. As </div> <div> you start to massage the whole thing, I'm spreading my legs...giving you easier </div> <div> access. I hear you unzipping your pants. I say "Now wait a minute". You don't </div> <div> answer. I'm thinking..."I don't want to be a quickie in the elevator". Suddenly, I </div> <div> feel you dick rubbing against my lips....and I stop thinking. I feel the bar against </div> <div> the walls. You lift me up, putting one of my legs on top of the bar, as you slide </div> <div> inside of me. I can't see you, so I start to taste you. Licking everywhere that I </div> <div> can touch. Sucking your lips...you tongue..pulling you deep inside of me. I hear </div> <div> you catch your breath, as my walls tighten against you. You start to grind on me. </div> <div> Rubbing my clit with your hair....making me moan louder. Suddenly, you grab me, </div> <div> pushing my chest up against the wall. I feel your dick on my ass. As you start to </div> <div> push harder, trying to get in, I'm trying to get closer to the wall. I've never had </div> <div> anal sex before, and I'm definitely not interested in trying it with some strange </div> <div> man that I just met in the elevator. You reach around and start fingering my </div> <div> pussy. I stop fighting, and start moaning again. I feel you putting the head in </div> <div> my ass, and I want to get away....but I'm afraid if I move...you'll take your fingers </div> <div> away. I feel you going in and out...putting more inside of me. I start to enjoy </div> <div> myself, pushing my ass back further. You bend me over, riding me. I start to </div> <div> moan...crying... begging' you to cum for me. As you slam into me, exploding, </div> <div> as the lights come on. We start to move down, we both immediately start to </div> <div> straighten our clothes. As the doors open, people rush in. You grab my ass, </div> <div> for one final squeeze. Our eyes meet. I show you my room key. </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>You lick your fingers...and nod.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>01/5/2001</B></div> <bR> </BODY>