I Thought I Was Alone
I was all hot and bothered already. I’d arranged to go round to Mike’s, my boyfriend’s flat – he’d been away for a couple of weeks on work and we hadn’t seen each other in what seemed like ages. I’d decided that when I saw him, there wouldn’t be much conversation; it would be a case of get in, get naked and get dirty. I’d even dressed up for the occasion. Or rather, dressed down; I’d bought some black, lacy underwear and a set of stockings and suspenders. Match these up with a pair of killer heels, some slightly slutty make-up and you know you’re in for a good time. Cheesy as it sounds; I’d just put a long coat over this ensemble and driven over to his place with one thing on my mind.
I got into the lift to go up to the third floor, when it stopped. I hammered on the buttons for a bit, but soon realised this was going to take some time. After finding an intercom in a hidden panel, I explained to security that I was stuck in the lift. The deep male voice on the other end said that he would get to work on it immediately, but to prepare myself for a bit of a wait.
The trouble was, I was horny as all hell and I kept imagining my fella’s hands and mouth all over me. I even fantasised about letting him have his wicked way and have anal sex, which I know he loves. Within minutes I was as wet as I ever have been. With no-one around, I did what comes naturally. I started thinking about my guy, whilst gently pinching my own nipples until they were as hard as bullets. As I visualised Mike pulling my thong down, I began to narrate the whole thing out loud. Soon my fingers were between my legs and I brought myself to an explosive orgasm, leaning against the wall for support.
Suddenly, the lift moved and I was on the third floor. As the doors opened, I heard the same deep, male voice coming from the intercom:
“Uh...miss...next time you use the intercom, you might want to make sure it’s turned off before you do anything else...”