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Something About Elevators

Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Job/Place-of-work, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

around my waist. “Mackenzie, you know I love you.” “I know,” I replied. “Mackenzie, I’m trying to woo a new client.” “What’s her name?” Charles rolled his eyes. “I’m not dignifying that question with an answer.” “And you wonder why I’m suspicious,” I said and pulled away. Charles grabbed me and kissed me forcefully. “I love you Mackenzie. It’s why I’m busting my ass to do this.” The kiss made my toes curl and my hair straighten. Yeah, Charles knew how to end a fight. “I love you too, Charles.” Now, that damn kiss made me horny and wet, but we were both at risk of being late so sex had to wait. I drove to work and of course, traffic sucked. I ran to catch the elevator that was filling up fast. It was pretty full, but I managed to squeeze in along with a few others. Many of the employees get off between the third and fifth floor. I’m usually the last one on, but today I noticed the light for the twelfth floor was on. After the few who got off on the seventh floor left, I noticed a man standing in the back wearing a nice suit. We were the only two left on the elevator. As we passed the eighth and ninth floor, the elevator suddenly lurched and stopped. I went flying and would have landed on my ass had the stranger not caught me. His strong arms incased in the expensive Italian suit (I could tell when I was this close) held me up and I could smell the erotic aroma of his expensive cologne. A moment later we were plunged into darkness for almost a minute before the emergency ... lights came on. “Are you all right?” he asked. His voice was deep, sexy, and accented. “Yeah,” I said. “You?” “Fine.” He stood me back up and asked, “What was that?” “Fucking elevator just malfunctioned. Oh… shit… damn! I’m sorry.” Me and my damn filthy mouth. “It’s fine,” he replied. “I take it this happened before?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Too often if you ask me. “I’m Samuel,” he said, extending his hand.” “Mackenzie,” I replied, taking his hand. Samuel was tall, dark haired, dark skinned, and sexy as fuck. The man filled out his suit in a way men should. I had to force myself to stop staring. “Do you work here?” he asked. “Yes, I’m Mr. Tomkins’ personal assistant or secretary depending on who you ask.” “And you’ve been trapped in here before?” “Yeah, but usually at the end of the day, not at the beginning.” “Just my luck then,” he said. “Where are you from?” I had to know where that accent was from. “Egypt,” he replied. “Your accent is unique.” “What accent?” “Well… to me… that is…” Samuel began to laugh. “I’m teasing you. I know you American’s hear an accent when I speak.” I stepped over to the emergency phone. “Hello? Hello?” I called out. Nothing. I replaced the phone and sighed. “Looks like a power failure.” “Is that why the lights are so dim?” “Yup, and why the fucking phone won’t work. Shit! I mean…” Samuel laughed again. “I don’t mind your swearing,” he said. “In fact, I find it kind of sexy.” I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed. “I didn’t want you to think I’m trashy.” ...