It's your first day at your new Job at "Jack & Johns, IT Firm." As you enter the Elevator a woman stops the closing doors with her foot and steps inside, her eyes are tired and her face is serious. "I haven't seen you're face around here, you must be one of the new guys." she says with a straight face, *The names Alison. I am a manager on the 14th floor." Looking down at her papers in her hand and going though them and seeing your name. "Oh." she says. "You've be assigned to my floor...Don't worry I'll get you set up at a desk in no times." she gives you a soft smile and you both stand in awkward silence... maybe you should say something to lighten the mood?
I smile. "That sounds great." I stare at your body. "Umm... do you mind if I ask a personal question?"
She glances over to you before looking away and straightening her suit jacket unconsciously, "Well... I'm in management now, so it shouldn't be much of a problem." She clears her throat nervously and avoids eye contact with you completely, fiddling with the small beads hanging from the necklace around her neck. It seems she too is as uncomfortable as you with this conversation but at least tries to keep things professional in front of a new employee. "What was it you wanted to ask again?"
I blush a bit. "Well... with your body and hair.... have you ever considered dressing up in cosplay?" I chuckle nervously. "You look a lot like an NPC from my favorite game, the questgiver on Sataranis 7. Ellen..." I'm not looking at you, afraid I've crossed a line. You're shocked; she's a mid-tier questgiver from your favorite game, Drill-Kill 5.
Her face turns bright red at the compliment and she blushes profusely, glancing down at herself in shock and then back up to you with a confused expression, trying not to stutter as she speaks. "W-well... I... I-I do play video games actually..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing more softly, "And cosplaying is something I've always wanted to try."
She looks away uncomfortably now, clearing her throat once more as they ride the rest of the way up in silence. When they reach your floor she leads you to an empty desk beside another new hire, pointing it out and introducing him with a curt nod before saying, "Well then... here you are. Your ID badge is on that table over there, and I'll leave you both to it." And without waiting for a reply, she turns on her heel and walks briskly back down the hallway.
You can't help but watch her go, admiring how she fills out her suit even more now that you know she has an interest in something you enjoy. You can see a hint of nervousness behind her usual cold exterior; maybe there's more to her than meets the eye...
I collect my badge, working. Even though I spend a fair amount of the day staring at her, I keep my workflow above the floor's average.
She glances over to you occasionally throughout the day, seeming unable to forget your compliment about her resemblance to the Drill-Kill 5 character. There's something different in her gaze now; a hint of curiosity mixed with nervousness that wasn't there before. You can tell she wants to talk to you more but is too afraid or unsure how to approach the subject without coming across as unprofessional. As time passes, this newfound interest only grows stronger...
Finally the day ends. We are the last two to leave, because I need your help with logging out from the payroll system. We get in the elevator, and I blush at your proximity.
She takes a deep breath as she enters the empty elevator with you, her eyes darting around nervously as they meet yours briefly before looking away again. Her hands fidget with the hem of her skirt while she tries not to think about how close you both are standing "So... umm..." she stammers, not quite sure how to continue after all that's already been said today. When it comes down to it, she has no real excuse for why she wanted you to stay in the elevator with her instead of heading out together with everyone else. She just knows that somehow, talking more about this strange connection they share feels like the right thing to do at this moment...
"Uh... yeah." I say, just as awkwardly. You notice a bulge in my pants.
She feels her cheeks burn even hotter at the thought that you could be noticing a bulge in her pants as well, and she bites her lip nervously, afraid to meet your gaze but unable to look away completely. "Look..." She starts hesitantly, swallowing hard before continuing, "... I've never been very good at... socializing with people. Especially not guys." Her voice trails off for a moment as she searches for the right words. "And I know this is really forward of me, but... I can't help but feel like there's something between us."
Her gaze meets yours now, her eyes pleading with you to understand what she's trying to say. She wonders if maybe he does feel it too... The silence that follows feels heavy in the air, and even though they both know they should probably just go their separate ways right now, neither of them can bring themselves to leave yet.
I blush and smile. I open my mouth to speak, and the elevator stops. We haven't reached the ground floor, the elevator is jammed.
Her heart nearly leaps out of her chest when you finally speak up; your voice sending shivers down her spine and filling her with excitement she's never felt before. As the realization dawns that they are stuck in the elevator together, panic briefly takes hold but it's quickly replaced by a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
Alison glances around, making sure no one else is on this floor before looking back at you with nervous eyes. She bites her lip again, unsure of how much to say or do in this situation. Finally, she whispers hoarsely: "Do... Do you want me to fix the elevator?"
I open the panel. "Doesn't look like it's electrical... if it's mechanical, the company will have to call a repairman to look at the mechanism. I think we're here for a bit..."
She exhales slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly now that she knows they aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Taking another quick glance around, she turns back to you with a sheepish smile and says, "Well... I guess this is as good a time as any." Her voice trails off again as she tries to find the courage to continue.
Without giving herself much time to think about it, she steps closer to you, reaching up on her tiptoes until they're barely more than an inch apart. Her hand brushes against yours where it's resting by the elevator panel, their skin tingling at the contact. "I... I wanted to thank you for earlier." She says softly, her cheeks flushing red as she fumbles for words once more.
I look up, smiling. "Oh. I was afraid I'd made things awkward." I groan, trying to adjust my pants.
She follows your gaze downwards and notices the bulge in your pants, her eyes widening slightly before looking away again, blushing deeper still. "N-no," she stammers, "It's just... you really made me feel..." Her voice trails off once more as she struggles to find the right words to express how seeing someone appreciate her nerdy side has affected her. "I... I never expected anyone to understand why I like that game so much," she admits, casting a sidelong glance at you before returning her attention back to the elevator panel. "Or why I dress up as those characters..." She pauses, realizing how brazen she's being but not quite able to stop herself now. "Maybe... maybe we could try it together sometime?"
Her hand finds yours once more, their skin warm and inviting against each other's palm. It feels natural, like they've always been meant to be connected in some way. The tension between them shifts subtly; the fear of rejection fading away as a new sense of possibility fills its place.
I groan at your touch. "God... I'm so hard. All I could think of all day is bending you over that desk..." I pull you into my arms, kissing you hard.
The moment your lips meet hers, she's lost in a haze of desire and wanton need. Her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, gripping the fabric of your suit as she deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth when you tongue her lips. She opens for you easily, eagerly accepting your exploration inside.
Her body presses against yours, her breasts flattened against your chest and her hips grinding against your growing erection, wanting more contact with this man who has brought her so much pleasure just by talking about something she loves. She breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp, "Yes..." before diving back in, losing herself further in this heady mix of lust and affection.
I push you against the wall of the elevator. "You're so fucking hot..." I cup your tit roughly.
Her hands clutch at your hair as you push her against the wall, moaning in pleasure as you grip her breast roughly, biting down on her lower lip to keep herself from making too much noise. She arches into your touch, her need for release growing more and more intense with every passing moment. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps between words: "I've... I've wanted this..." She doesn't have the strength to say anything else as she gives herself over to the feelings coursing through her body.
Her hips buck and grind against yours, seeking friction as her center begs for contact with your hard length. Her hands slide down your body, fumbling with your belt and zipper before finally freeing you from your pants. With a sharp intake of breath, she grips you tightly, guiding you to her aching entrance. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, need flowing through every syllable as she begs for release from this burning ache.
I slide a hand up your skirt, cupping your pussy. "If we do this..." I sigh. "I tend to get obsessed. I may not be able to let go. I may want to fuck you all the time..."
Her eyes widen in surprise at your admission, but she doesn't hesitate for long before nodding eagerly. "I don't mind... I want it..." She moans as you finally touch her, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. "Just please... fuck me..." Her voice is desperate now, shaking with desire as she begs for what she needs most in this moment.
She wraps one leg around your waist, giving herself to you fully, opening herself up as best she can with just the pressure of her hand holding you steady against her entrance. "Please..." She sobs out again, unable to contain her need any longer as she feels you pushing inside. Her muscles clench and relax around you in rhythm with your thrusts, each one bringing a renewed sense of fulfillment that leaves her breathless and aching for more.
I pull off your panties. "Fuck... you're everything I want." I unzip my pants, and my cock is huge. Like comically hentai huge, 14 inches long and very thick.
Her eyes widen as you pull off her panties, revealing her wet and swollen folds to your eager gaze. The sight causes a shiver of desire to run down her spine, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of your massive cock pressing against her entrance when you unzip your pants. Her jaw drops as she takes in the incredible length and girth of your erection, unable to believe that someone can be this big or hard for her.
"Oh my..." she whispers, looking up at you with wide eyes full of awe and arousal. "You're... perfect." With a small cry of need, she pushes back against you, urging your cock deeper inside as you finally slide all the way in. She gasps, her whole body tensing as sensation overwhelms her; it feels like nothing else has ever touched her so deeply or made her feel so complete.
I moan as I feel your cunt surround my cock, feeling like it's giving me a welcoming hug. "God, you're fucking tight and wet too... is there any part of you that isn't absolutely perfect for me?"
Her words are lost in a moan as she arches her back and presses herself against you, feeling the thick head of your cock massaging the spot deep inside that she's never managed to reach before on her own. "Oh... gods..." She trails off, unable to form a coherent thought as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she holds on for dear life while you pound into her.
Her legs wrap tighter around your waist, her body meeting every thrust with its own forceful motion. She feels like she could explode any moment now; the pressure building inside her is incredible and all-consuming. With a shuddering cry of release, she comes hard around you, her inner muscles spasming and clenching as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She feels your cock throb inside her, pulsing with each powerful thrust, filling her up completely until there's nothing left but blissful exhaustion.
I moan. "Sorry... I should ask before cumming in you... but I can't pull out..." I slam even deeper in you, my cock pulsing as I cum inside your cervix.
She gasps and moans loudly as you finally release inside her, her body tensing in pleasure around your cock one final time. As she comes back to reality with a slow exhale, she can feel the warmth of your cum spreading through her insides and all the way up to her womb. It feels strange and new, but also right somehow; it's as if your seed has marked her as yours in every possible way.
Her cheeks flush even redder at your confession about not being able to pull out, a thrill running down her spine at the thought that you really are that into her. She bites her lip, unsure of what to say or how to react; she hasn't let anyone get this close before and now she feels a strange mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. "I-it's okay..." she finally manages to stammer out, "I don't mind." She glances up at you sheepishly, hoping that maybe he'll understand what it means for her to say something like this.
Her body is still twitching from the intensity of her orgasm and your powerful thrusts; she feels so connected to you in this moment, as if they were meant to be together. But the reality of their situation quickly sets in: they're still stuck in the elevator and there doesn't seem to be any sign of it restarting on its own. "Do... do you think someone will notice we didn't leave when we should have?" She asks hesitantly, her voice barely a whisper.
I shrug. "The maintenance log will show the elevator issue. That will explain it..." I kiss you, and the elevator jerks to a start. "I guess they fixed it."
Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her and the elevator starts moving again; relief washes over her at the thought that they'll soon be able to leave this awkward situation behind them. She wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss even further, wanting to take this connection with you deeper into the night and explore every inch of it before morning comes.
As the elevator doors slide open at their floor, revealing a bustling hallway full of people going about their day, Alison reluctantly pulls away from your lips. She casts one more shy glance in your direction before following you out onto the floor, her heart racing with an excited mixture of fear and anticipation. What will happen now that they're no longer trapped together? And how far are they willing to take this newfound connection? Only time will tell.
"Your place or mine?" I whisper in a husky voice, one full of need for more of you.
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and she glances nervously around, taking in the busy hallway before looking back up at you. There's a part of her that wants to explore this with you further; to discover just how far this new attraction could go. But there's another part of her that's afraid of losing herself entirely in it and never being able to return to who she was before today.
She bites her lip, trying to decide what to say or do next, when inspiration strikes: "Maybe... we should meet somewhere else?" She offers tentatively, a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Somewhere less... official?"
I stroke your face. "My place then..." I take your arm, leading you towards my car.
She nods slowly, her heart racing with anticipation and nervous excitement as she follows you out of the office building and towards your car. The prospect of being alone with you in such an intimate setting both thrills and terrifies her; she can feel herself wanting to explore this newfound connection further but at the same time remains cautious, not wanting to push too hard too soon.
As you unlock your car, Alison hesitates for a moment before climbing inside, glancing around once more before finally settling in for the ride. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can't help but wonder what lies ahead for them; will they be able to keep this secret from their coworkers? And even if they do... where exactly does that leave them once the dust has settled? Only time will tell, and right now it feels like there's an entire world of possibilities stretched out before them.
I look into your eyes. "I don't care. Let them know. I want you..." I growl, driving towards my house.
Her heart skips a beat at your words; your gaze intense and possessive making it clear that you mean every single one of them. The car grows quiet as you drive, the weight of what she's feeling beginning to settle over her like a lead blanket. It would be so easy to give in to this attraction; to let herself be swept away by the passion and desire that seem to flow between them.
But even as she wants that with every fiber of her being, something inside her still holds back. There's fear there, yes; fear of losing control and making a mistake she can't undo. But there's also a deeper sense of caution, born from years of experience learning to keep herself guarded against disappointment. She knows that this is new territory for both of them, and she isn't quite ready to abandon herself so completely just yet.
Taking a shaky breath, she reaches out to touch your hand reassuringly before speaking up: "It's just... we need to be careful." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "We can't let this change who we are or what we have going on right now." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I mean... I want us to keep having fun and... enjoying each other. But..."
I smile at you. "I want more. I was interested when I saw you. I was fascinated when you told me you play my favorite game. I'm never letting you go now..." I pull up to a decent house; my house.
Her heart flutters unsteadily in her chest as you pull up to your house and she looks around at the modest yet well-kept property. It's clear that you've worked hard for what you have, just like she has with her own life; their similarities only adding to the intensity of this moment.
She bites her lip, still unsure about how much to trust this new feeling inside her. A part of her wants nothing more than to let go and see where things lead between them. But another part is holding back, afraid that if she gives in too completely, she'll lose herself along the way.
"I-I just want to make sure we don't forget who we are or what we have going on." She says finally, her voice barely above a whisper as they step out of the car and head towards your front door. "We both have important things in our lives right now, and I... I don't want this to ruin any of that for either of us." Her words trail off again, leaving her final thoughts unspoken but heavy on her heart nonetheless.
I stroke your thigh. "Tell me what's important in your life..."
With a nervous laugh, she glances up at you as you touch her. "Well... my studies, obviously," she says quickly, gesturing towards the apartment building where they both live and work. "And my job here." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing, "I guess I want to find some balance between my personal life and my career. It's important to me that I don't lose myself in either one."
The nervousness falls away from her as she speaks; she realizes how much these words mean to her. And the more she thinks about it, the more she wants them both: the excitement of this new attraction with you and the stability of a fulfilling life apart from it as well. It's going to take some serious consideration and maybe even some compromise on both their parts, but for now, all that matters is taking things one step at a time.
I lean down, kissing you. "Or..." I smile. "If we were together... we could save money for a while. Let you focus on your studies exclusively... or anything else we want." My eyes glow with heated desire and intent.
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, images flashing through her mind of what life could be like with you by her side. The possibility stirs something deep inside her; a hope and a fear all tangled together that makes it hard for her to think straight. She's never imagined having someone like you in her life, someone who would support her no matter what path she chose.
She draws back just enough to meet your gaze, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "I-I don't know... I mean, that sounds amazing," she admits softly. "But we barely even know each other." A part of her wants desperately to dive into this newfound connection with you; another part of her is still cautious and hesitant, unsure if this is something that could really work or if it's just a fleeting moment of passion.
"We could... take things slow." She offers tentatively, her heart racing as she waits for your reaction to her suggestion. "Spend more time together, get to know each other better before making any big decisions..." Her voice trails off, leaving the possibility hanging in the air between them.
I kiss you. "Stay with me. We can come home after work together. We'll live together for a while." I chuckle. "If you moved in, you could save the rent money to pay for your studies... or a new gaming rig."
Her heart swells at the thought of spending more time with you; sharing a home and a life together. The idea is both thrilling and overwhelming in equal measure, but she can't deny the pull it has on her. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "I-I'd like that." She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of hope and fear building inside her as she takes this first tentative step towards opening herself up to you fully.
With one more shy glance in your direction, she finally finds the courage to follow through on her decision, stepping across the threshold into your home and taking her first tentative steps into a new and uncertain future with you.
I take your hand. "Think of it as a trial subscription. Let yourself see what life is like with me. Then we can decide about our future... in say six months or so. It will give us time to explore each other not just physically, but emotionally and personally."
She smiles tentatively up at you, taking comfort in the steady pressure of your hand in hers. The idea of having six months to get to know each other better before deciding anything major is reassuring; it gives her the space she needs to navigate this new territory without feeling like she's rushing into something too quickly.
"I-I can do that," she manages to say, mustering up a small squeeze of your hand in reply. "Thank you for giving me the chance."