Perverts and lechers

I remember it was a Wednesday, an average day, neither particularly good nor bad. As usual, I was the last one to leave work. After finishing everything, it was already past eight o'clock, and the outside world was long dark. I took the elevator down from the eighth floor where the expansion department was located. The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, the doors opened, and someone entered.

Damn! Turns out there were other people in the company who left late like me. At first, I felt a little relieved, but that feeling quickly vanished, replaced by a sense of astonishment. The

person who entered was a woman, around thirty years old, of average height and build, with large eyes, a small mouth, a slim waist, and straight legs. Her long hair was styled in a bun, and she was dressed like a young married woman. When the woman saw me, she glanced at me with a slightly surprised expression.

When her gaze met mine, I felt as if I had been pierced. Actually, her eyes were very gentle, but somehow, that gentle gaze felt like a sharp sword piercing my heart. I felt a mixture of relief and bewilderment. But more than anything, it was an irresistible feeling.

The woman glanced at me and then ignored me. After entering the elevator, she stood on the other side, far away from me. Then, the elevator doors slowly closed. In that instant, a beastly thought crossed my mind. But it was just a fleeting thought. And then I felt uneasy.

Actually, this woman wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a certain charm. A mature woman's charm, a gentle woman's charm, a quiet and serene charm.

The elevator was very quiet, with only the slight sound of the car moving downwards. I stared at the red numbers on the elevator screen, hoping they would slow down. Of course, my gaze would occasionally drift towards the woman. Because I was positioned diagonally behind her (at about a 45-degree angle), I could see her figure very clearly from behind. Her waist was indescribably slender, yet her buttocks were remarkably full; the feeling was simply irresistible, making one want to touch her. Actually, I'm not a particularly lewd man. Although I enjoy watching Japanese AV, I'm still a far cry from being a pervert. But for some reason, seeing that young woman today stirred a strong impulse within me. Perhaps it's because I've been too depressed lately, and my heart craves excitement. Or maybe I've been watching too many films featuring married women lately, blurring the lines between reality and the AV world. Anyway, it's a very indescribable feeling. I really wanted to pull that woman into my arms and kiss her passionately.

The elevator was dark; in the dim light, the woman seemed shrouded in a hazy allure, while a faint fragrance wafted through my nostrils, reaching my senses. The scent was soothing. In my mind, I screamed: "Elevator, elevator, can you slow down? Please, just stop! I'm begging you!" Let me spend a little more time with this woman!

I know I'm bored, and it's childish to shout this in my head, but to my utter surprise, the elevator actually cooperated! Just as we were about to reach the bottom after passing the second floor, it suddenly stopped with a bang. Then the elevator went completely dark. Then came the woman's scream.

I was startled at first, but immediately, I felt an urge to laugh out loud. Damn elevator, I love you so much!

The woman's screams continued to ring in my ears until I took out my phone, bringing some light into the elevator.

As soon as my phone lit up, the woman immediately stopped screaming and moved to my side as fast as she could. At that moment, I finally understood something: what women fear most isn't perverts or lecherous men, but darkness, rats, and cockroaches. In this situation, I could easily have taken advantage of this woman, but she still moved closer without hesitation—clearly sending herself to the wolves!

Of course, I wouldn't be that lewd! "We're from the same company, after all!" She came up the elevator from the fifth floor, probably from the purchasing or finance department. I'd been to the finance department twice, and I didn't think I'd seen such a striking young woman there. So she must be from purchasing, I figured out in my mind. She spoke first. "Hurry up and ring the bell!" she said, a very gentle and pleasant voice, though her tone was completely panicked.

Her voice sent a shiver down my spine. A despicable thought suddenly crossed my mind: was her moaning in bed this gentle and pleasant?

Just then, my phone went black again, and the elevator was pitch black once more. In the darkness, I thought I felt the woman tremble, and then she grabbed my arm, her hand shaking uncontrollably, clearly terrified.

"Don't be afraid!" I said, and then pressed the button on my phone, and it lit up again. This faint light seemed surprisingly bright in the darkness. Perhaps out of fear or nervousness, even though the elevator was now lit, the woman's hand was still tugging at my arm.

A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild again. The woman beside me said, "Go press the button!"

I hummed in response but didn't move. She shouted, "Why aren't you going yet?!" There was a hint of anger in her voice.

Damn it! I cursed inwardly, "Don't you know how to press it yourself? You're not short enough to not reach it!" It seems all women are the same; no matter what little trouble arises, they always think of relying on a man. "

How am I supposed to go with you dragging me along?" I muttered under my breath. Only then did the woman realize she was still holding onto me, letting out another shriek and quickly withdrawing her hand. Because we were so close, the light from my phone was shining directly on her face. So even though it was dark, I could vaguely see that her face was bright red, like a ripe Fuji apple, appearing exceptionally beautiful in the dim light, making one want to take a bite.

After I let go, I headed towards the door to press the alarm. It's really funny, she was standing at the door and I was inside. I never expected that after the elevator crashed, she wouldn't press the alarm but would run inside instead. But thinking back to her awkwardness, it was actually quite cute. Damn! The cuteness of a mature woman is much cuter than that of those little girls!

I often see the alarm button when I ride elevators, but I've never paid attention to it. Because I almost never thought I'd be trapped in an elevator. I never expected to actually be fooled by the elevator today. But it was my own choice. Damn it, I hope the security department isn't here right now, and I hope the elevator repairman doesn't come tonight. While my mind was racing with these thoughts, I reached out and pressed the alarm. After pressing it, I pulled my hand back.

I have a bad habit of making big movements, no matter what I do. My movement when pressing the alarm was also quite large; my elbow pulled back quite far. Just as I pulled my elbow away, I suddenly felt it touch something. It felt soft and elastic. I felt a slight stimulation to my libido. I immediately realized it was most likely the woman's breast. I quickly moved my elbow forward. Actually, I really wanted to linger there a little longer, but my instincts made me move away. After moving my elbow away, I felt a little regretful. Then I turned around, and sure enough, the woman was already standing behind me. She must have been afraid of being alone in the dark, so she followed me wherever I went.

I glanced at her face carefully, wanting to see what she thought of my accidental touch on her breast. To my surprise, she was completely unfazed, as if nothing had happened. I felt a pang of disappointment: Had I not touched her breasts? But it seemed like I should have touched her breasts! Although I'm considerably taller than her, she was wearing high heels and her breasts were very perky, so what I touched was most likely her breasts. And that bouncy, that soft feeling—it couldn't be wrong!

Why did she look so calm? She was probably pretending not to know. Perhaps she thought it was just an accidental thing, so she didn't react much. Or perhaps her mind was already filled with panic, so she didn't notice what had just happened.

I was mentally analyzing the situation, but the woman was completely oblivious. Seeing me turn around, she immediately asked, "Did you press it? Is anyone coming?" "

Yes," I said. "Wait a bit, they should be here soon." While saying this, I secretly hoped that all those idiots in security would be out of the office.

The woman said "Oh," and then remained silent for a short while. After about three or four minutes, seeing no one arrive, she couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Why isn't anyone here yet? Maybe we should call 110!" "

Ha," I said. "Okay," I thought, amused. Calling 110? I don't know about other things, but don't I know how inefficient those bastards are? I'd rather find a way to climb out myself than rely on them.

But since the beautiful woman had asked, I naturally complied and immediately called 110 (the police emergency number). A short while after the call, I heard someone banging on the elevator door. Then, it seemed like the sound of pulling on the elevator door came from a short distance below. It was as if someone was deliberately pulling open the door on the first floor. Immediately afterward, a voice shouted at the top of its lungs: "Is anyone in the elevator?"

Damn it! If there's no one in the elevator, who pressed the button? I cursed inwardly. It was probably those security guards or maintenance workers coming to ruin my trip.

The woman, hearing this voice, seemed to see a savior and shouted loudly: "Yes, yes!" She practically screamed at the top of her lungs, as if afraid the people outside wouldn't hear her. In the silence, her shouts grew even louder.

Seeing her so excited, I actually felt a sense of relief. Damn it! With these people here, I guess I won't have a chance to show off anymore. Frustrated, I thought, the woman's voice was still ringing in my ears: "What's going on?" "Is the elevator broken?"

Then a voice from above said, "No! There's a power outage!"

A power outage? My heart skipped a beat. I asked, "When will the power be back on?

" The voice said, "There's still one person inside. How many of you are there?"

"Two," I said. The voice said, "That's good. We just called the power company. They said there seems to be an accident somewhere, which is why the power is out. They're already working on it, and the power should be back on soon. Since you have each other, don't panic, just wait together."

Haha! I was overjoyed. I felt like I'd been hit by a cannonball. As for those guys at the power company, I always had confidence in their repair speed! Haha! This is great, now I should think about how to get through the time.

"Ah?" The woman let out a sound of disappointment, worry, anxiety, and confusion.

The people outside said some more comforting words and then left. A loud bang came from below; it seemed the elevator doors had closed again. Damn it! I've always disapproved of the security guards' work attitude, but from another perspective, their irresponsible attitude has a positive aspect!

The woman was getting anxious, repeatedly saying, "What should I do? What should I do?"

I wanted to laugh inwardly, but said aloud, "Don't worry, the power will be back on soon." After a pause, I added, "It says on the elevator that you should stay calm in an emergency."

The woman turned to look at me, nodded helplessly, and then there was a long silence. Then I put my phone back in my pocket. The elevator became dark and quiet. The woman seemed a little scared, her breathing becoming noticeably rapid. So I took my phone out again, set it to flashlight mode, and said, "What? Are you afraid of the dark?"

The woman nodded, then unconsciously moved closer to me. I was secretly pleased. Actually, turning off my phone earlier was just a little trick, meant to get her closer. Sure enough, she fell for it without a second thought. It seems women are all rather dim-witted creatures~~~ After a moment of silence, I spoke first: Why don't you call home? It might not be back for a while.

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