Passion in the Elevator

page views:1 Publication date:2022-03-25

A newlywed couple moved into the apartment across from mine. The woman, Momo, was tall and cheerful. While not as pretty as my wife, she was still very likable. My life gradually began to change.
We started bumping into each other more often. At first, I didn't think much of it, but gradually I had a vague feeling that this coincidence might lead to a romantic encounter. So, I deliberately created opportunities to meet her every morning. After getting dressed, I would turn off the lights and look through the peephole. If her door opened, I would also open my door and go out, naturally ending up taking the elevator and walking together.
Gradually, we became more familiar, and our conversations became increasingly relaxed and casual. Momo was about my age, almost 30. Her husband was six years older than her, had a lot of work-related social engagements, traveled frequently, drank a lot, and disliked exercise, making him look more like he was over 40.
One morning, seeing she looked exhausted, I joked, "Did you and your husband stay up too late last night and not get enough rest?" She pinched my arm and said, "Go away, don't talk nonsense." I replied, "Hehe, I heard it all last night, your bed was creaking and groaning until very late." She didn't laugh or say anything, but instead gave a "humph." She laughed and
said, "300 rounds? You're bragging!" I said, "You don't believe me? Let's have a contest sometime and I'll show you what I'm capable of." She smiled teasingly and said, "Sure, I'm afraid you're no match for me!"... And so, we often half-jokingly talked about these flirtatious topics. Our relationship became more and more enjoyable. She became more and more open around me, talking to me about everything, whether she was happy or unhappy, and sometimes seeking my advice when she encountered troubles at work or in life. Later, we exchanged phone numbers and would text each other during work hours. Once, I asked her what she would do if her husband saw our text messages. She said she always deleted them after we texted.
One morning, I saw her leave through the peephole. I deliberately didn't go out to see her reaction. She didn't press the elevator button immediately, but glanced at me twice and waited at the elevator entrance. After a while, seeing that I hadn't moved, she pressed the button. When the elevator came up and the doors opened, she looked at her watch, didn't go in, and continued to wait.
I was secretly delighted; this time, I had a chance. The elevator doors closed for a while. She looked at her watch, guessed that she didn't have enough time, and pressed the button to open the elevator doors again, preparing to go in.
I immediately opened my door and went out. She pressed the elevator button, pretending to be nonchalant, and smiled, saying, "I came out late today. I thought you had already left!" I smiled back and said, "Really? But I thought you came out quite early!" She looked at me for a moment, then pretended to be angry and said, "Why are you so annoying!" Then she got into the elevator. We stood side by side, neither of us speaking, and neither of us pressed the button for the first floor. After the elevator doors closed automatically, I touched the back of her hand with my little finger. She turned her head and looked at me coldly, and I looked back at her expressionlessly. I turned my head to look ahead and gently and tentatively took her hand. She also quietly turned her head to look ahead. We looked at each other calmly in the reflection of the elevator doors, without any reaction. I intertwined my hands with hers, our fingers tightly clasped.
Then I gently squeezed her fingers together, and she turned her head to look at me knowingly.
I pulled her arm slightly and pulled her close. She subconsciously placed her right hand on my chest as a form of resistance but did not resist. I pushed her back against the elevator wall and leaned in to kiss her. She kept her eyes open and her lips closed, neither cooperating nor dodging, her right hand only symbolically pushing against my chest. I took her right hand behind my back, and she obediently placed her hand on my back, then closed her eyes and slowly opened her lips to kiss me.
I first thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, then sucked on the tip of her tongue. She hesitated for a moment before relaxing her tongue and engaging in a passionate French kiss with me. I continued to suckle, and she breathed softly with her eyes closed. I placed her hands on my shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed passionately. I slipped my right hand under her clothes from behind and began to caress her back, while my left hand rested on her breasts through her sweater. My right hand slid up and down inside her clothes on her back; her skin was incredibly smooth and soft, like a baby's. I tentatively fiddled with her bra clasp, and when she didn't react, I skillfully and gently pulled it open. Her bra snapped open, and she didn't resist, but deliberately tightened her arms around my neck in response. Her back was now completely flat, and I caressed it wantonly. My left hand slipped inside her bra from the front, grasping her breast. Her breasts weren't full, just the right size to fit in one hand, and they were delicate, soft, and elastic. I squeezed her entire breast with my left hand, gently flicking her nipple with my thumb. Her arms tightened, and her kisses became more passionate, her breathing turning into soft moans.
I pressed my lower body against hers and rhythmically thrust forward, and she responded by contracting and relaxing her hip muscles in rhythm with me. I switched hands to caress her other breast; her nipple quickly hardened under my touch. I released her tongue and began kissing her cheek, then sucking on her earlobe. She gently twisted her head and let out a distinct hum. I moved her hands from my shoulders to my waist and gestured for her to slip them inside my clothes. She obediently did so, sliding her hands inside and gently scratching my back. I moved both hands forward and cupped her breasts, continuing to kiss her tongue. She gripped the back of my shoulders tightly with both hands, her breathing and moans becoming more pronounced. I freed my left hand and reached behind her, slipping it down to her waist and inside her pants. She was wearing jeans, and although they weren't belted, it was difficult to get them in because of the heavy winter clothing. I grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them forcefully, while my lower body continued its rhythmic movements. I tentatively placed my palm on her buttocks, my middle finger sinking into the cleft, sliding down and around it until it gently touched her labia. Her labia were thin and tender, tightly closed, and very dry.
I slid my middle finger back and forth on her labia, and soon, her dry labia began to secrete fluid. At this point, her reaction became intense. She began to suck on my tongue forcefully, and her hands slid down my back into my pants, gripping my buttocks tightly and coordinating with my thrusting movements, making soft moaning sounds... Just as I was enjoying this wonderful process and wanted to continue deeper, the elevator suddenly started moving.
We both jerked at the same time, and she immediately pushed me away. I quickly pressed the button for the 17th floor (we were on the 18th). The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and finding no one outside, I pulled her out. She asked, confused, "What are you doing?" I said, "Let's go to your place." She said, "No, I'm late for work." I pointed to my swollen lower body, pretending to be in pain: "Look at me, how am I supposed to go to work now?" She looked at me and chuckled: "Serves you right for being so naughty!" She pulled me down the stairs. At the corner, I suddenly pushed her against the wall and reached inside her clothes to kiss her. She shook her head, avoiding my mouth, saying, "Stop it, I'm late for work. I'll let you come to my place after work tonight."
Reluctantly, I let go of her, saying, "Let's take the stairs, we'll take a taxi to work later." As we walked downstairs, my hands continued their erratic behavior. My right hand reached into her pants from behind and touched her buttocks, while my left hand reached into her clothes from the front and kneaded her breasts. She adorably frowned, wiggled her hips, and bumped into me, saying, "How can you be so horny!" I teased her, taking a few steps and kissing her every time, and she reciprocated with a French kiss.
We made our way up to the fourth floor in about five or six minutes. At the corner of the stairs, I pushed her against the wall again and we French kissed. I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them, then suddenly lifted her sweater, exposing her breasts to me. She moaned and tried to pull her sweater back, but I didn't let go, leaving her breasts exposed.
I released her tongue and kissed her neck, gently stroking it with my tongue. My right hand tightened around her body from behind, while my left hand continued to knead her breasts. I continued downwards, past her rolled-up sweater, tilting my head, bending my legs, and sucking on her nipple. Her nipple was light-colored and tender, like a young girl's, becoming erect in my mouth as my tongue teased it. She moaned softly, lowering her head to lick my ear, even inserting her tongue into my ear canal and stirring it around. A ticklish, pleasurable sensation instantly spread throughout my body.
I switched the position of my hands and began kissing her other breast, using my left hand to hold her sweater from behind, and my right hand to unbutton her jeans. She pressed her right hand against the button and softly said, "No." I stopped what I was doing with my right hand, stood up, and kissed her tongue again. Then I unzipped my pants, took her hand, and guided it into my pants. She resisted slightly but then yielded. I placed her hand on my penis, and she gently grasped it, slowly stroking it. The slight friction between her delicate palm and my penis felt incredibly pleasurable, and my kisses became more forceful and deeper.
I used my right hand again to unbutton her pants. This time she didn't resist, and I easily unzipped them. Although she was wearing wool pants underneath, they were much looser now. I eagerly slipped my right hand into her pants, but instead of directly touching her skin, I caressed her genitals through her underwear. She was wearing tight silk underwear, which covered her entire genital area tightly. I slid my fingers along, my middle finger rubbing the indentation of her underwear with a little force, and her underwear quickly became wet.
I reached my hand inside her underwear and immediately touched her pubic hair. Her pubic hair was sparse and soft, just like a little girl's. My hand continued to penetrate deeper, and she cooperated by relaxing her legs. My hand smoothly rested on her slightly protruding vulva, which was already wet. My hand slid back and forth on her slippery labia, and her hand holding my penis began to exert more force, stroking it more vigorously, and using the base of her thumb to strike the base of my penis, the sensation was intense. I used my index and ring fingers to separate her labia, and my middle finger to caress her clitoris. I slid my middle finger back and forth between her vaginal opening and clitoris, sometimes shallow and sometimes deep. More and more love juice flowed from her vulva, and my entire right hand was almost soaked. I stopped my middle finger on her clitoris and gently flicked it. She became more and more excited, and even actively moved her buttocks back and forth. I increased the force and frequency of my flicking, and her clitoris was now noticeably harder.
She enjoyed my touch, forgetting to kiss me, only half-opening her mouth and moaning softly. I stopped fiddling with her, and instead, I thrust my middle finger forward, inserting it into her vagina. Her vagina wasn't as loose as I'd imagined; it was quite tight. I tried to push my middle finger as far as I could, stirring and thrusting it in and out.
Her reaction told me she was enjoying it. She slightly parted her legs, arching her back to allow my finger to penetrate deeper, and her moans became clearer. The sound of the downstairs neighbor opening their door disturbed us again.
Hearing the sound, we both held our breath, stopped what we were doing, and opened our eyes to look at each other. This time, however, she didn't push me away. Instead, she made a face at me, bit my lip, and gently pressed her forehead against mine. Our hands were still inside each other's pants. She squeezed my penis and whispered, "Take it out!" I looked up at her with a lewd smile, and slowly continued thrusting my finger in and out of her vagina. She frowned, pouted, and tightened her legs… I whispered, "Let's go to your place!" She said, "I'm afraid I'll be late for work!"
I said, "We can take a taxi in time, and besides, you need to change your underwear!" She said, "You're so naughty! Okay, go upstairs and change your pants, then come right back down!" I smiled and said okay! ...I pulled my hand out of her clothes, straightened my clothes, and seeing no one at the elevator entrance, we walked hand in hand to the 4th floor and pressed the elevator button. The elevator was stopped on the 1st floor and took a while to move upwards. I guessed there were people upstairs, so I let go of her hand. The elevator stopped, and sure enough, there were people inside—a newspaper delivery guy. We both subscribed to this newspaper, so we recognized each other somewhat. The delivery guy looked at us with a puzzled expression and nodded at me somewhat awkwardly. I smiled back in response, and I saw Momo's face flush red; she seemed a little embarrassed.
I casually pressed the number 17. After pressing it, I regretted it a little. Because the delivery guy immediately reacted: "You're on the 17th floor, right? Here's your newspaper." He handed me a newspaper. I casually took the newspaper and said, "There's another one across the hall, right? I'll take it up with me!" He gave me another one and said thank you.
The atmosphere was really awkward at that moment, and the elevator seemed to be moving much slower!

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/109736.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=109736&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Forbidden Fruit (Part Two)

Next Page : Find a long-term lover for your wife

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Passion in the Elevator

comment Open a new window to view comments