After sparring with my office rival, Jeff, during a meeting, I was delighted to find myself in the elevator car alone.

A quiet, solitary ride between floors was exactly what I needed to get my head on straight again.

Just as my eyes drifted closed, a sharp ding echoed through the small space, signaling that someone else was about to enter. At first, all I could see was a large, masculine hand with long, thick fingers. Then the doors to the elevator opened fully, revealing my companion for the ride.

Jeff smirked at me as he stepped into the elevator. “Always a pleasure, Kat,” he said, his gaze fixed firmly on my cleavage.

The doors closed with another ding, punctuating Jeff’s sentence.

The truth is that Jeff got under my skin in more ways than one. Whenever he looked at me with a glint of a challenge in his steely gray eyes, an insistent pulse picked up between my legs.

Today was no different. The gap between my thighs had already grown wet, making my stockings so damp that the fabric clung to my skin. A backlog of laundry meant that I was going commando, so there was no barrier to prevent the thin material from molding itself to my pussy, perfectly forming to fit the shape of my mound.

Now I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel if Jeff’s big hands were to caress my skin. When we shook on a recent deal, I noticed that the pads of his fingers are lightly callused. A shiver traveled up my spine as I imagined that thick, roughened skin brushing over the soft insides of my thighs.

Right as things really started to heat up in my mind, the lights in the elevator dimmed and the car jolted to a violent stop, sending us both to the floor.

I landed sprawled on top of Jeff. Somehow my thigh had gotten wedged between his legs. In my haste to stand quickly and minimize the awkwardness of the encounter, I rubbed right against Jeff’s raging erection. It poked my hip, like a nice little nudge from the universe urging me to drop the pretense of professionalism and ride that fucking cock.

The elevator’s emergency lights flickered to life, bathing the car in a warm, yellow glow. Our eyes met and, I swear, this electric charge of attraction arced between us. All that sniping and bickering was little more than foreplay. It was time that we finally experienced the main event.

I’m not sure who made the first move, but we came together somewhere in the center of the elevator. Within seconds we dissolved into a tangle of limbs. Our hands were everywhere, mapping the planes of one another’s bodies while we tugged at the cumbersome office attire that stood in our way.

My pencil skirt was already rolled up over my hips when a static hiss sounded from the corner. A disembodied voice informed us that it would take a couple of hours for help to arrive.

Jeff looked at the elevator’s speaker panel, then back at me. “How many times can I make you come in two hours, Kat?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure, but I was pretty fucking excited to find out.

Jeff slid down my body and settled in between my legs. His broad shoulders bumped against my thighs, urging my legs to open even wider.

He skimmed his thumb over the seam in my stockings that ran directly over the center of my pussy. Pinching the sheer material between his thumb and

forefinger, he pulled it away from my body and asked, “You’re not attached to these, are you?”

The second I shook my head, Jeff tore the stockings at their stitches. Using his thumbs, he pushed the material to one side, clearing the way for his tongue to land on my mound. He charted a path between my pussy lips, starting from the outer edges and gradually circling toward the center.

Every sweep of Jeff’s tongue brought him closer to my clit, leaving me breathless with anticipation. Then, finally, he pressed it against my nub and licked me from top to bottom.

I groaned as the tip of Jeff’s tongue tapped against my hole. He circled the sensitive edges, teasing me with the suggestion of penetration. I was so ready to feel him inside me — even if it was only his tongue.

Jeff, however, appeared to have

different plans. He moved away from my vagina and licked his way back to my clit. When he reached his target, he sucked it between his lips and gave it a quick flick with the tip of his tongue.

My toes curled and my fingers flexed. Gasping for breath, I gathered just enough air to scream, “Oh, God!”

All the blood in my body seemed to rush straight to my pelvis, flooding the area with heat that felt like little flames licking at my skin. That’s when I really started to lose control.

I writhed on the elevator floor, completely overcome with pleasure.

My back arched, pulling me up to a sitting position as the first orgasm washed over me.

Jeff looked up and pinned me with a self-satisfied smirk. “One,” he murmured as he continued to nuzzle my pussy.

My muscles still twitched from the force of my orgasm, but that wasn’t

stopping Jeff. He curled his strong fingers around my hips, flipped me onto my belly, and pulled me up onto all fours in one fluid motion.

Now both of my holes were exposed and perfectly displayed for Jeff’s viewing enjoyment. One callused fingertip traced my pussy hole.

After dipping a digit inside me, Jeff returned his attention to my folds. He trailed his slickened finger from one side to the other, tracing my dips and curves.

From there, he plotted a path to my asshole. His finger swirled around it, spreading my juices so that he could

easily slide over the delicate skin, then

he eased his finger inside.

Jeff pushed gently against the thin wall between my asshole and my pussy. Adding that tiny bit of pressure made the pleasant sensations spread from my ass to my pussy.

I tilted my head back, groaning. There was only one finger up my ass, but it made me feel incredibly full.

Once my body had relaxed, Jeff pulled out his dick and dragged the tip of it against my slit. I was so fucking wet that he was able to ease inside me with a single push of his hips. He began to move them rhythmically, driving his dick in at an angle that had him hitting my G spot with every thrust.

Having never truly come down from my first orgasm, I could already feel the second one roaring toward me. Spasms started to rock my pussy as my walls grew tighter, gripping Jeff’s dick.

I was already so close when Jeff moved his free hand around to my

front and nestled it between my thighs. One, two, three rotations of his fingers over my clit and I came again, stronger and much wetter than before. Warm liquid spurted from my pussy. Rivulets ran down my thighs, thoroughly soaking us both.

“Two,” Jeff said huskily.

He continued to fuck me hard and fast, riding the waves of pleasure right along with me. “You’ve got more in you, I know it,” he said. My quivering pussy seemed to concur.

I rolled from one crest to the next, sucking in short breaths of air to sustain myself. We were both moving our hips now, pounding away at one another as though we could work out all the years of tension between us with one afternoon of hot, animalistic sex.

“Come on, Kat, give it to me,” Jeff growled. The flat of his palm landed on my ass cheek, delivering a brief bite

of pain followed by a warm, tingling

sensation that spread to my cunt.

The walls of my pelvis grew

impossibly tight, ready to milk Jeff for every last drop of pleasure that he had to offer. The pulse in my pussy intensified as my muscles contracted, gripping his dick.

Before the groan escaped Jeff’s lips, I could hear it rumbling in his chest. “Three!”

Jeff’s shout was long and loud. He drew out the word, holding onto it for as long as he could. The sound echoed off the elevator walls, drowning out the harsh hiss of my own shallow breaths.

The fluorescent elevator lights flickered back to life the moment Jeff eased his dick from inside me. That was the only warning we received before the car

resumed its journey to our floor. We righted our clothes as quickly as we could, making ourselves appear semi-presentable with seconds to spare before the doors opened.

We shared a knowing smile, then went our separate ways. There was no doubt we would go head-to-head in the boardroom again, but at least all future occurrences would now be capped off with hot, dirty sex.