I never liked working late, but the report had to be finished before Monday. By the time I packed my laptop, the office was already dark and quiet, the hum of the vending machine the only sound. I headed to the elevator, relieved that the night was finally over.
When the doors slid open, someone was already inside: Samantha, from the legal department. She was leaning against the back wall, scrolling through her phone. Her black dress hugged her curves perfectly, and her heels made her legs look endless. She looked up and smiled.
“Burning the midnight oil too?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, stepping in beside her. “I swear this company runs on deadlines.”
She laughed softly, pressing the button for the lobby. The doors closed, and the elevator hummed to life.
We only made it three floors before the car jolted to a stop. The lights flickered, then dimmed.
“Are you kidding me?” she groaned. She hit the button again, but nothing happened.
I tried the emergency phone, but it just rang and rang. “Looks like we’re stuck.”
She sighed, leaning against the wall. “Great. Just what I needed tonight.”
For a while, we sat in silence, the only sound the faint buzz of the light above us. I glanced at her, and she caught me looking. Her lips curved into a small smile.
“What?” she teased.
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just… you don’t seem too stressed for someone stuck in an elevator.”
She shrugged, her eyes playful. “What’s the point? We’ll get out eventually. Might as well make the best of it.”
The way she said it sent a shiver down my spine. I shifted closer without even realizing it. She tilted her head, watching me, her gaze lingering a little too long.
“You know,” she said, her voice lower now, “this is the most privacy I’ve had in weeks.”
My heart skipped. “Is that right?”
Her smile widened, and before I could think, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting faintly of wine. I froze for half a second, then kissed her back, my hands sliding to her waist.
The kiss grew hungrier, her tongue pushing past my lips, her fingers curling into my shirt. I pressed her against the wall, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” she whispered, her breath hot against my neck.
I kissed her harder, my hands roaming her curves. She moaned softly, pulling me closer. The cramped elevator made it even more intense. There was nowhere else to go, no way to escape. Just us, heat building fast.
Her dress rode up as she wrapped her legs around me, her back pressed hard against the mirror. I held her up, kissing her deeply, the small space filling with the sound of our breathing and the faint squeak of her heels against the wall.
“You’re crazy,” I murmured between kisses.
“Then stop me,” she whispered, daring me.
Of course, I didn’t stop.
She gasped as I slid inside her, her nails digging into my shoulders. The elevator rocked slightly with our movements, but neither of us cared. Every thrust echoed in the confined space, her moans bouncing off the walls.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling with pleasure.
I gritted my teeth, holding her tight, moving faster. The risk of someone fixing the elevator and finding us only made it hotter. She clung to me like she couldn’t get enough, her head tilted back, lips parted, eyes closed in bliss.
Her whole body shook as she climaxed, her cries muffled against my shoulder. I followed soon after, groaning as release tore through me, my body pressed hard against hers.
We stayed tangled up, panting, sweat dripping down our skin. The elevator smelled like heat and sex, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.
Finally, she laughed softly, brushing hair from her face. “Well,” she said, still breathless, “that’s one way to kill time.”
I grinned, kissing her once more. “Best elevator ride of my life.”
Almost on cue, the car jolted again and started moving. We quickly straightened our clothes, fixing hair and smoothing fabric. By the time the doors opened in the lobby, we looked almost normal again, almost.
As we stepped out, she gave me a sly smile, her voice low. “Let’s just say… overtime has its perks.”
And with that, she walked ahead, leaving me with weak legs, a racing heart, and the certainty that I’d never look at elevators the same way again.
