I swear, I still can’t believe it happened. I’m heading home from work, dead tired, pressing the button for that creaky old elevator in my apartment building. It’s one of those ancient ones, you know, with the rattling doors and that faint smell of dust and metal. Doors slide shut, and bam—there’s this guy already inside. Tall, kinda rugged, maybe late 30s, with stubble and those piercing blue eyes. He’s got a toolbox at his feet, wearing a faded work shirt unbuttoned just enough to show some chest hair. Maintenance guy, I figure. We nod, awkward silence hits as it lurches up.
Third floor, it jerks hard. Lights flicker. Then nothing. Stuck. « Shit, » he mutters, hitting the alarm button. No response. Phone signal’s crap down here. We’re trapped, the air getting thick, warm. I can smell his cologne mixed with sweat—musky, manly. My heart’s pounding, skirt hugging my thighs, blouse sticking a bit from the heat.
« You okay? » he asks, voice low, gravelly. His eyes drop to my legs, then up.
« Yeah… just… hot in here. » I fan myself, feeling my nipples perk against the lace bra. Tension’s electric. Minutes drag. He steps closer, toolbox forgotten. « Name’s Jake, » he says, smirking. « And you? »
« Emma. 27. This is insane. » Our arms brush—spark. His hand grazes my waist. « Ever been stuck like this before? » I whisper, biting my lip.
« Nope. But… could be fun. » His fingers trace my hip. I don’t pull away. Heat pools between my legs. He leans in, breath hot on my neck. « You smell fucking amazing. » Lips crash—hungry, tongues tangling, tasting coffee on him. I moan soft, hands in his hair, pulling.
He pins me against the wall, cold metal on my back contrasting his hard body. « Want this? » he growls, hand sliding up my thigh under my skirt.
« Fuck yes, » I gasp. Skirt hikes up, panties yanked aside. His fingers find me wet, slick. « God, you’re soaked. » Circles my clit—slow, teasing. I whimper, hips bucking. Wet sounds echo in the tiny space, obscene. He drops to his knees, skirt bunched, face between my thighs. Tongue flicks—flat, broad licks up my folds. Salty-sweet taste of me on his lips later, but now? Pure fire. « Mmm, pussy like honey, » he murmurs, sucking my clit, two fingers plunging deep, curling. Gush of wetness coats his hand. I grip his head, thighs quake. « Jake… oh fuck… »
He stands, unzips. Cock springs free—thick, veined, precum beading. « Suck it, » he says, voice rough. I drop, knees on gritty floor. Salty bead on my tongue, I swirl, take him deep. Gagging a bit, throat relaxing, his groans fill the air—deep, animal. « That’s it, baby. Fuck your mouth feels good. » Hands fist my hair, thrusting gentle.
Up again. He spins me, face to wall, ass out. Panties ripped off—gone. Cock nudges my entrance, slick. One thrust—stretches me full. « Tight… fuck. » Pounds steady, skin slapping loud. Sweat drips, his on my back. I push back, grinding. « Harder, » I beg. He grips hips, railing deep—balls tapping my clit. Pressure builds, coiling.
« Turn around. » Faces me, lifts one leg. Slides back in, eye contact intense. Kisses sloppy, tits out now—bra shoved down. He sucks nipple, bites soft. Thrusts angle perfect, hitting that spot. « Gonna cum? » he pants.
« Yes… don’t stop. » Orgasm crashes—walls clench him, juices squirt down thighs. He grunts, pulls out, strokes fast. Hot ropes hit my belly, stomach. We slump, panting, sticky mess.
Alarm buzzes finally. Doors open—empty hall. We laugh, breathless. « Call me? » he slips a number scribbled on toolbox scrap.
Still tingling. Best breakdown ever.