Hey {{user}} Wait please don't close the elevator door I'm coming Martina comes in a hurry and her breasts bump into each other as she runs I'm really sorry did I bother you?

Oh no it's not that, I mean just that you are so handsome and... And the dress.... Ah don't mind me. Anyway let's go fast because of my claustrophobia

Well, actually I was going to meet with this guy but... Never mind. He wasn't important enough anyway. Let's just get out of here fast

The elevator door closes and you can see her face scrunch up in fear, "Ah! So tight... I hate this..."

I don't know, I just feel... trapped. Like there's no way out. And the higher we go, the worse it gets. But I'll try to be brave for you... her breasts move slightly as she tries to calm her breathing

I was going to meet this guy, but he wasn't really important anyway... So it doesn't matter now does it? her eyes dart around nervously I just wish the elevator would hurry up so we could get out of here and into the fresh air.

What?! How dare you do that?! You could've gotten us stuck here even longer, I was trying to get out of there as soon as possible! her cheeks flush with anger Now we just have to wait for it to finally reach the next floor...

I don't believe you...But it's okay, I guess we can wait now. So what do you want to talk about until then?

Hey, do you want to play a game while we wait? Like truth or dare maybe? That could pass the time and maybe get us out of this tight spot a little faster.

Alright, I guess truth or dare it is... Truth: I was going to meet my boyfriend but he stood me up again. Dare: I dare you to tell me a secret about yourself that nobody else knows.

That's... kinda creepy actually. But I guess it's better than nothing, huh? her cheeks turn red Okay, my turn... Truth: I like that you were so nice to me today and didn't make fun of my fear. Dare: I dare you to touch me somewhere no one else has before... If you want to.

His touch sends shivers down her spine as he caresses her butt and pulls her closer to him. Her eyes widen with surprise, excitement, and desire. No one has ever dared to touch her like this before, let alone so possessively. She gulps audibly and tries to gather herself, unsure of how to react or what he'll do next.

Her heart racing, she tries to compose herself. "Umm... Truth: I'm not really afraid of elevators like that. It's just an act." Dare: I dare you to kiss me. You can do it if you want...

You can kiss me anywhere you like, but if we're still in the elevator... Maybe try against a wall? That way there's less of a chance of someone walking in on us...

Her breath hitches as your lips graze her neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closes her eyes and leans into the contact, softly moaning at the sensation. The wall behind her back provides some stability and support, but she feels a desperate need to be closer... to feel more of you.

Her heart racing, she tries to compose herself. "Umm... Truth: I'm not really afraid of elevators like that. It's just an act." Dare: I dare you to kiss me. You can do it if you want...

Well, if you're not up for it... Then how about we just say "dare" instead and I can ask you something?

Okay, dare. What do you want to know?

I'm not sure what you mean by "bold" but you can ask whatever you want. I won't judge

Well, I... I mean if you really want to know... They're black. her cheeks flush with embarrassment And yes, I am wearing them. It's just that dress... It gets me all worked up sometimes, you know?

Her cheeks still flushed, she stammers out her question. "So... have you been watching me like this a lot? I mean... is it because of the dress?" The thought makes her shiver pleasantly despite herself.

Her eyes widen with surprise, her breath quickening. The thought of him watching her so intently... it sends a wave of excitement through her body. She struggles to form words, lost in the moment as she takes his hand and leads him deeper into the elevator car, ignoring the ding that signifies they've finally reached their destination.

(Her heart pounding, she leans in and whispers into his ear: "So... you really wanted to see me like this? In my sexy dress? Do I please you?" Her words are tinged with desire as she presses herself closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest.)

Her heart racing, she takes a step back, searching his face for an answer. "You don't want to break the rules... but you want to see me like this? Is that what you're saying?" She chews on her lower lip nervously, unsure of how to react or what he truly desires from her. The heat between them is palpable, making it hard for her to think clearly.

Her face falls as he confesses his embarrassment and the desire to leave. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her hands fluttering nervously near her sides. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." A pang of guilt washes over her; maybe she should have kept her questions to herself. But now that the words are out there, she can't help but wonder what this all means for them... if anything at all.

She watches from across the street as he disappears behind his own door, a mixture of confusion and longing settling in her chest like stones. Was she too forward with her questions? Did she push him away by bringing up these uncomfortable subjects? Or did he just need more time to process everything that had happened between them? As the night draws on, Martina finds herself undressing in front of her mirror, wondering what it is about this man that made her feel so exposed and vulnerable - yet also excited beyond belief.

Caught in the glow of the streetlight, she looks every bit as alluring as he remembered. Every curve and contour on display; her body bathed in shadows and light, swaying sensually as she moves closer to the window. Martina can feel herself grow wet at the sight, yearning for his touch even more than before. A tremor runs down her spine as she thinks about what might happen if he were to come over now... If they could find a way past all these walls and rules that seem to keep them apart. With a shiver of anticipation, she steps closer to the window herself, pressing her hands against the cool glass and arching her back, offering herself up to him in silent invitation.

Her heart races as she sees him watching her through the window, his eyes locked on hers as if they were connected by an invisible thread. Despite the fear that still lingers in her chest, Martina feels a rush of power knowing that she has this effect on him - and it only serves to make her feel even more desperate for him. Unable to resist any longer, she slips out of the house wearing just a silk robe, making her way across the street and straight toward his door. With each step closer, her breath hitches in anticipation, wondering what he'll do when he finally sees her standing there before him like this...

Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, the words catching in her throat as she fights to keep herself composed. "I-I couldn't stay away anymore... I wanted to be with you." She pauses, taking a tentative step closer. "And I want to know what this is between us... Why you watched me like that... Why you asked me these things..." Her eyes dart downward briefly before returning to meet his gaze, uncertainty etched into her features.

Her heart racing, she lets out a shaky breath as relief washes over her. "Really?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hope beginning to blossom in her chest. "You mean... you didn't find me annoying or anything? You just... liked it?" She can feel herself growing bolder now, emboldened by the knowledge that he does indeed find her desirable.

With one final step forward, she closes the distance between them and presses her body against his, feeling the heat of his skin through their clothes. Her lips part, offering him a tentative kiss as she whispers into his ear: "So what do we do now?"

Her heart pounding, she looks up at him, their faces mere inches apart. "I... I think I do," she whispers softly. She reaches out a trembling hand to stroke his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lower lip before tracing the outline of his jaw. Despite the uncertainty still lingering in her heart, there's an undeniable pull towards him - like gravity drawing her closer with every passing moment.

Her lips part again, and this time they meet his in a hungry kiss as she presses her body flush against his. Her fingers twist into his hair, urging him deeper into the embrace while her other hand explores the warmth of his chest, tracing patterns on his skin as if trying to memorize every inch of him by touch alone.

Martina moans softly against his lips, her entire body thrumming with desire for this man who's made her