An Elevator Romance

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I live in a high-end apartment in the city center. Since moving here, I, a fitness enthusiast, have
frequently gone to the nearby gym. After six years of consistent workouts, my physique is now widely considered to be
a perfect V-shape. I often boast to my wife, Mengling, "Lingling, your chest isn't even as big as mine!" I usually
get a playful eye roll from her, but I'm not entirely disappointed. Since becoming obsessed with fitness, I've gradually
transformed from a reserved person into a photo-posting maniac, frequently showing off my chest, abs, and
V-line on the fitness app Keep, and sharing my nutrition and workout tips daily after each session. Often, when I post pictures of my V-line
, it elicits screams from many female fans. Even so, I've gone to the gym every single day for years, rain or shine
, except for occasional social engagements or special circumstances.
On June 7th, I was in good spirits, so I worked out until the gym closed.
After striking a pose in the mirror, I put on a loose tank top, grabbed my bag, and left the gym. The air
was muggy that evening, and I was still drenched in sweat as
I left. Seeing that it was getting late and worried that Menglin would be waiting anxiously at home, I jogged home. Huffing and puffing, I regulated my breathing,
as if I were getting back into workout mode. Soon I reached my building entrance. The elevator lobby was empty. I
stomped foot, and the motion-activated light suddenly turned on. I noticed a woman sitting on a stool nearby, scrolling through her phone
. My sudden intrusion seemed to have disturbed her; she looked up at me. As I passed her,
I politely smiled and made an apologetic gesture. She seemed unconcerned, standing up and
adjusting her skirt. She gracefully tossed her hair, which had fallen to her chest while she was looking down, back, revealing
her white blouse, black pencil skirt, and flesh-colored stockings—standard office lady
attire . She wore heavy foundation and exuded a fresh, alluring fragrance. After standing up, she was
less than a meter away from me.
In this enclosed space, I, who am already prone to heatstroke, was even more drenched in sweat. Out of necessity,
I turned and slowly strolled around the lobby, but the weather was completely still, and it only got hotter.
I had to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Seeing that I didn't have any tissues, she took one out of her bag and
handed it to me. I hesitated for a moment, then took it, said "thank you," and smiled back. At this moment, I looked at her face more closely.
She had a cute face, but her chest was not to be underestimated. Because of the fitted shirt
, her slender waist was accentuated by the size of her two large breasts. Perhaps because of the heat, she
had left a button undone at the neckline. Although she was wearing a vest underneath, her cleavage was clearly displayed before my eyes. I
swallowed hard. To be honest, for many years, I had never felt
what a woman's full breasts felt like, and this kind of curiosity could only be experienced through AVs. The charming
woman in front of me was exactly the kind of woman I wanted to possess in my fantasies.
Just as I was fantasizing, the woman spoke: "Are you also a resident here?"
"Yes, I moved here more than two years ago! And you, do you live here too?"
"Yes," she nodded and continued, "It's close to my workplace, so I rented a place here
."
I thought to myself, the rent here isn't cheap, so her salary must be high too. I asked, "Where do you
work?"
"At the Oriental Building, as a nutritionist at a health club," she replied.
As far as I know, the Oriental Building houses the city's largest health club—though it's really just a
foot massage and bath center. Many officials and big bosses frequent that place; the prices are very high, with
a single service costing four figures an hour. No wonder this young woman can afford to rent here. It seems
Lingling and I have poured our entire lives into this apartment. We borrowed some money from our parents for the down payment,
and the rest we're paying off the mortgage with our combined income.
A moment later, there was a loud "boom," followed by a torrential downpour. I
was still thankful I'd come back early, otherwise I'd be soaked to the bone. "Ding!"
The elevator finally arrived. Out of politeness, I let the lady go first.
Once in the elevator, I pressed the button for the 33rd floor, my apartment's floor. I turned to her and asked, "Which floor?"
"The 23rd floor, thank you!" I pressed the button for the 23rd floor.
"You look only eighteen or nineteen," I continued chatting with her.
"No, I'm already 22!" she laughed shyly.
"Do you have a boyfriend? Why are you going home alone?" We started talking.
"Oh... um... not yet!" she said, even more embarrassed.
I realized my question might be a little inappropriate, so I stopped, staring intently at
the numbers displayed on the elevator screen: "17, 18, 19." Suddenly, the elevator lights flashed, and "clang," the elevator stopped, stopping
right between the 19th and 20th floors. We were both stunned for a moment, then the elevator lights
started flickering again. Suddenly, the lights and the fan inside the car all stopped working, plunging us into
complete darkness.
The woman gasped in surprise, and I reached out to reassure her, "It's okay, grab my hand. It's
probably a power outage, don't panic." But as soon as I reached out,
my hand slipped inside her clothes, touching her full breasts and tender nipples. The woman screamed again and pushed my
hand away, yelling, "What are you doing?!"
I apologized repeatedly, saying, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! We can't panic,
we need to wait for help." I continued walking towards the direction of her voice. My foot touched her
high heels, and I followed her, standing beside her and holding her delicate hand. Her hand was slender and long;
I could tell from the touch it was a pair of fair, white hands. Gradually, her palms became sweaty. She
took out her phone and realized there was no signal in the elevator due to the power outage. She immediately tried
calling her boss. I saw "Manager Zhang" in her contacts. But the call
kept dropping after two beeps.
Gradually, the cramped space in the elevator became increasingly stuffy. I pulled her along, trying to find the emergency button,
but no matter how many times I pressed it, there was no sound. It was completely silent outside. We pounded on the door and cried for help, but...
There was absolutely no sound outside. The woman grew increasingly nervous; she turned and hugged me, on the verge of tears
. I patted her back and comforted her, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'll figure out a way out."
She nearly cried, her arms tightening around my waist. I could feel her soft breasts
pressed tightly against my body, and my penis started to get aroused. To avoid letting her sense my
arousal , I pushed her away and tried to pry open the elevator door with my hands. It took a lot of
force to first insert my fingers, but surprisingly, once the door opened a crack of about 2 centimeters, it opened much more easily.
The door opened, but in front of me was a wall as tall as a person. The elevator car was stopped at the top of the 19th floor, just before
the 20th. Through the dim light, I could see that the gap at the top of the car was just big enough for one person to get out.
So I discussed with the woman next to me, "I'll lift you up, and then you can pull me up from above."
The woman hesitated for a moment, "I'm afraid I can't pull you up. Why don't you go up first, and then pull me up?"
"No, this place is dangerous. If the elevator malfunctions, you can still escape. I'm trained, I'm
not afraid !"
After another silence, she said, "Okay."
As she spoke, I squatted down and hugged her knees. Suddenly, she trembled from the contact. I placed her
buttocks on my shoulders and slowly stood up.
"Are you able to get there?"
"Yes, but I have nowhere to grab on. Can you lift me up a little higher?"
I stood on tiptoe. "Can you do that?"
"No, my hands are too slippery. I can't get a grip on the ground. I can't get any leverage."
I had no choice but to support her buttocks and lift her up by holding her outer thigh with one hand. "How is it now
?"
"Okay, almost there. A little higher."
Although she wasn't heavy, in this hot and humid environment, with so much sweat, her hands were bound to slip. My
lifting inevitably pushed her pencil skirt up, and I touched her lace panties. When she
asked me to lift her up a little higher, I could only move my hand, which was about to slip off, towards the center of her buttocks. Unexpectedly,
with this movement, my thumb pierced through her panties and entered her vagina. I felt the warmth of this young girl's vagina
and her skin as smooth as a baby's. She involuntarily flinched at the "intrusion" of my thumb, and I almost lost my footing because
of it . So I used my other hand to support her skin, which pushed my
thumb even deeper into her
vagina . Helplessly, she was trying to escape, and seeing that her resistance was futile, she desperately crawled out,
disappearing into the opening above the car in no time. I stretched out my hands to hook onto the ground above, but as expected, my hands were too slippery to hold onto the
tiles. I withdrew my hands, wiped them on my pants, and then, with all my might, hooked onto the 20th floor again,
pulled hard, braced myself against the ground with my elbow, and swung my left leg to hook onto the ground, flipping myself up.
I saw her limp on the ground, panting heavily. I went up to her and asked, "Are you alright?"
She shook her head, and in the dim light, I could almost see her cheeks flushed red.
"How about I carry you upstairs?" I tried to make up for my earlier rudeness.
She nodded. I bent over and squatted down, and she slowly leaned against my back. At that moment, I could feel
her two large, round breasts pressed against my back. I lifted her buttocks, and my fingers accidentally touched her
"center" again. A sticky liquid made me rub my fingers together. Could it be...? I savored this unparalleled
sensory experience, coupled with my wild fantasies, and my huge erection didn't subside at all.
A short while later, I arrived at the 23rd floor. I went into the anteroom and asked, "Which room?"
"Room 2302."
At the door, I put her down. She said shyly, "Thank you."
Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly said, "Thanks to you tonight. If it weren't for you, I'd probably
still be stuck in the elevator and wouldn't know how to get out."
"You're welcome, it's what I should do!" "Anyway, the power's out now, and going home isn't much fun .
Why don't you come over and sit for a while to express my gratitude ?" A thought flashed through my mind—wasn't this a good opportunity? I said, "I'd be honored!" She opened the door, and I followed her inside. Under the city lights, I saw a charming two-bedroom apartment, decorated in a simple European style. I sat on the soft leather sofa, and she went to the kitchen, brought out some candles, lit them, and took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet. In the candlelight, her face looked even more refined. She skillfully opened the bottle, decanted the wine, and poured it. The dark red wine shimmered beautifully under the candlelight. She raised her glass: "My name is Wang Lu, I'm 22 years old. It's a pleasure to meet you today." I raised my glass in return: "Thank you. My name is Liao Feng, I'm 29 years old. It's also a pleasure to meet you." We clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp. She said happily, "You know what? You're the second person I've met in this city who's been the best to me !" "Really? Who was the first?" "It was our General Manager Zhang. He found me a job at a health club and also found me such a nice place to live. This house is his!" she said proudly. "Is it the General Manager Zhang you were about to call in the elevator?" She nodded. "So you stayed at his place, where does he usually live?" "He has his own house, his wife and kids are all there!" "You're really lucky, meeting such a helpful person on your first day here!" "No, my mother and he were classmates, so I came to see him as soon as I got here!" Saying this, she picked up her wine glass again: "Come on, let me toast you a second time!" And so, we drank one glass, two glasses, three glasses… the more we drank, the happier we became. Before long, we'd drunk more than half . Suddenly remembering there was some good food in the refrigerator, she turned to get it, but her knee twisted, and she bumped her head on the corner of the coffee table, wincing in pain. Seeing her hurt herself, I quickly went over to check if she was alright. Her legs were slender and long, and her knee was scraped from climbing out of the elevator; she'd probably accidentally touched the wound. I asked her where there was any bottled water, as the wound needed washing, otherwise it could easily get infected. She pointed to the ice...

I got up to get some mineral water from the refrigerator. When I came back, I saw her lifting her skirt and taking off her stockings.
I saw her round, fleshy buttocks and her pink, semi-transparent lace panties, and I couldn't help but swallow
hard again. She gently unbuttoned the stockings and took them off. I quickly went to help her. She
shyly squeezed her thighs together, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wet stain in the center of her panties. I
knew my guess was right; she was already aroused from the stimulation.
After taking off the stockings, I gently rinsed her wound with mineral water. Soon, the bloodstain was gone
. At that moment, my mind was filled with lewd thoughts of pouncing on Lulu and fucking her hard. I
imagined her moaning wantonly beneath me, and my penis became erect again, which
Wang Lu could see clearly. My hand roamed over her long, slender legs, then suddenly thrust towards Wang Lu's already
wet vulva. Unexpectedly, she readily opened her legs. I impatiently pulled aside her lace panties,
my middle finger plunging straight into her honeyed depths. She let out a soft moan. My other hand went straight to her
large breasts, which I had long coveted. Their softness and elasticity were unlike anything I had ever seen. I squeezed and kneaded them through her clothes.
Soon, I felt her lower body overflowing with lustful fluids. I reached inside her vest and found her nipples were already
erect. I forcefully ripped open her clothes, and two tender, white breasts sprang out like jelly. I
pounced on these beauties like a hungry wolf, sucking on them. Those tender nipples were sweeter and softer than raisins.
As I touched and thrust, she couldn't help but reach down to my crotch, where I
grasped my already erect penis.
"Your cock is so big!"
I laughed proudly, thinking that today you could finally enjoy my wife's big cock all to yourself. As a man, my
18cm cock has always been my pride. Thinking about how he had been wronged all these years, only able to enjoy Meng Lin's little slut,
today I could finally break my vow of celibacy, and I felt incredibly happy and proud.
"Let this be my gift to you today!"
I said, standing up, my erect cock throbbing. Wang Lu knelt in front of me, grabbed my
cock with both hands, and took my glans into her mouth. In that instant, I felt my cock enter a warm paradise. When
her tongue swirled around my glans, I felt like I was dying of pleasure. This feeling was simply too wonderful. But she
only took it in shallowly. Although she knew a little about oral sex, I could tell she wasn't very skilled. Compared to Meng Ling, she
was far inferior. While she was giving me oral sex, she was also touching her own clitoris. Seeing her gradually revealing allure, I
felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude, thanking God, Buddha, Guanyin, and all the gods. Meeting such a beauty today
was truly a gift from heaven.
Thinking this, I picked up Wang Lu, placed her on the sofa, removed her bodycon skirt, spread her legs, and began to probe deep into her vagina
with my tongue . Upon entering, she trembled, her vagina overflowing
with lustful fluid. Youth is indeed wonderful. Thinking back to the first few years of my marriage with Meng Ling, she would soak
the sheets After having children, our sex life became more ordinary, and the passion of the past had faded. Although it's said that
women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers, a woman in her early twenties is still quite thirsty for sex, and Wang Lu
was no exception. With just my tongue, I made her overflow with lustful fluid, her moans filling the air.
She gasped and cried out, "Ahhhhhh... Liao Feng... your tongue is so amazing... it 's killing
me... ahhhhhhh... so good... I feel like I'm about to climax ... ahh
... I rubbed my penis back and forth on her clitoris. She trembled almost as she touched my penis, pressing on her clitoris. She moaned, "Brother Feng, stop teasing me, just put it in, hurry up... " I ignored her and continued rubbing, but even so, her juices kept flowing out. I thought to myself, this slut really met the right person. Let's see how I deal with her with my cock. Thinking this, I pressed the head of my penis against her vulva. She contracted, tightening her vaginal opening. If it were Meng Lin's vagina, she would probably suck it in willingly. But Wang Lu's vagina was unusually tight. I gently thrust my hips and inserted the head of my penis. She actually started to tremble violently, and a strong tingling sensation traveled through my penis to my brain . "This vagina is so tight, you're not a virgin, are you?" Wang Lu blushed and nodded. This virgin was so horny! After my glans entered, I slowly thrust deeper, while Wang Lu frowned and gritted her teeth. Seeing her discomfort, I pulled out. She was even more agitated when I pulled out halfway in, and actively grabbed my penis, inserting it into her vagina. This time, it felt much smoother going in, but there was a hurdle in the middle. Could this be the hymen? When I deflowered my wife, I didn't feel it was this tight. Perhaps everyone's hymen is different? I steeled myself, thrusting in and out, and with a soft "plop," my penis pierced her hymen. The worry on Wang Lu's face instantly vanished. Her legs hooked around my waist, and my penis broke through the barrier, deeply embedded in her clitoris. And so the battle began. I held her buttocks, thrusting in and out with a "plop," feeling sticky fluid flowing down my thighs, while Wang Lu's soft moans lingered in my ears. Slowly, I began to feel waves of pleasure emanating from the glans, the tightness of her vagina and the pleasure of penetration made me speed up my thrusts. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room. Wang Lu, quiet for a long time, finally began to moan: "Ahhh... umm... ahhh... umm ..." Each thrust pierced her core, and she began to tremble violently... I felt each thrust bring out warm fluid... She climaxed, climaxing on her first night with her first man. And my battle- hardened cock didn't stop. After Wang Lu stopped trembling, I picked her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I felt the soft, bouncy touch of her warm breasts against my chest. With each deep thrust, her...

Her breasts bounced up and down against my chest, arousing me intensely. I embraced her ample buttocks
and probed her anus with my fingers. She involuntarily tightened her anus, and I laughed, "Don't worry, we'll
save !" She playfully punched my chest shyly. It was another round moan loudly : "
Ah ... After resting for a while, I found some tissues to wipe myself. In the candlelight, I noticed that the liquid left on my legs had a pinkish tinge, probably a mixture of the first blood from my first time and vaginal fluid. Her private parts, after our lovemaking, felt pink and smooth. If I hadn't been so exhausted from ejaculating, I would have gone for another round. And so, I held Wang Lu, exhausted, and collapsed onto the sofa. We slept like that until dawn .

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