Captured by Charms
Warning: This story includes mature content and is intended for readers over the age of 18. It features themes of sexuality, role play, and adult situations. The characters depicted are consenting adults and are purely fictional.
In the past few years, my job has dominated my life. I used to have an active social life filled with friends, boyfriends, and hookups. However, after turning 30 and wanting to focus on my career, I've been increasingly dedicated to my job, often forgoing a personal life. This has left me with no sex life as well.
It was late at night, and I was struggling to finish my novel before a conference presentation I had the next morning. I decided to change environments to try to help me sleep better. As I sat by the fireplace in the hotel lobby, I noticed a lady in a short skirt that seemed to constantly ride up. It appeared that she had forgotten the skirt would keep rolling up when she moved around. Each time the skirt changed positions, a man with a wicked smile on his face would watch her. She finally pulled her skirt down, hopefully unaware of the audience he had.
I had never experienced such a ridiculous fantasy scenario. I often imagined having sex with a stranger when bored or masturbating. Now, I was stuck in an elevator with someone who could make this fantasy a reality.
I got up to warm my hands and reached for my skirt's hem to adjust it. Just as I turned around, the man's eyes met mine, and he smirked. Annoyed, I sat back down, fixing my book to try and refocus. However, the man's gaze never faltered, constantly meeting mine.
I decided it was time to head to my room and polish the presentation. I pressed the elevator button to go to the fourth floor, and the man quickly entered the elevator behind me, pressing the button for the six floor. We were the only two people in the elevator, making the situation oddly intimate.
In a moment of panic, the elevator unexpectedly stopped without warning.
"I'm sorry, folks. Maintenance is on their way," announced the voice from the intercom. "Press the call button to talk to me. How are you doing?" I pressed the button. "I'm doing fine for now, but it won't be long, will it?"
"They'll have things up and running soon," said the voice.
My heart pounded and my cheeks flushed. Suddenly, the stranger moved closer and looked me straight in the eye.
"I'm Barry. We seem to be in quite a pickle here, huh? What's your name?"
"Allie. I'm here for the conference."
The smell of his cologne hit my nose as he neared me.
"Trying to get some rest? You seem out of breath. Are you claustrophobic?" he asked, moving even closer and standing right against me. My heart rate sped up, and my body responded to the closeness and his interest. My pussy was growing wet, and I could see Barry noticing the change in my behavior and countenance.
"I'm sure they'll let us know when we're good to go," said the voice over the intercom.
Ignoring it, Barry continued, "I hope the confinement here isn't too uncomfortable. How are you handling it?"
Again, my heart raced at the thought of an envelope pushed to its limits. I found it difficult to ignore the feelings bubbling up in me, especially since Barry was now touching my forearm and smelled so good.
"I'm okay," I lied. "I'm sure they'll have us out of here soon."
Suddenly, we heard the familiar sound of the elevator starting once more. I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to have escaped. I managed to back out of the elevator and stepped onto the fourth floor. But as the elevator doors closed behind me, his final smirk haunted me.
My mind was racing with excitement. The experience of being stuck in an elevator with an attractive stranger had awakened the part of me that craved sexual intimacy. Despite the brief period of time, I had experienced an elevator fantasy come to life. I couldn't believe it had actually happened.
As I entered my room and began to ready for the conference presentation, I felt a frenzy of emotions within me. The elevator fantasy was alive and well, and despite the possibility of never seeing Barry again, I was excited to have this experience. And I had a feeling I'd like to return to this scenario if it ever came up.
"Nah, I'm not afraid of small spaces. I have commitments to attend to tonight before the conference. I'm presenting tomorrow." I adjusted my skirt.
"You'll have everyone's attention. You're so stunning."
He stood near me, only about a foot away. His gaze swept from my face to my feet and back up, lingering on the space between my skirt and legs. I could feel my neck warm.
The voice spoke again.
"Unfortunately, there's some bad news. Maintenance needs a component, and they can retrieve it, but it'll take at most two hours for them to install it. Should we remain here, or would you prefer to call the fire department? Are you all okay?"
Barry bent down and hit the button. "I'm fine, and I'd rather not make the evening news."
I hadn't even considered that possibility. The last thing I wanted was for my coworkers to witness me exit an elevator in a short skirt with a man. The teasing I'd face afterward.
I hit the button. "I'm fine too. But if there's anything you could do to expedite their arrival..."
"Certainly."
"So, here we are."
"Here we are."
"There's something enjoyable about being in close quarters with an attractive woman."
Did he just say that? I couldn't miss the alteration in my respiration. He heard it, too, didn't he?
"May I inform you that I find you super attractive and exceptionally sexy in that short skirt?"
My pussy was craving attention. I clung to the railing attached to the wall. I leaned against the wall of the elevator. Fear and desire coursed through me. My thoughts and body were both drawn to this situation. I glanced down and saw the bulge in his pants. My pussy spasmed a couple of times, and my underwear became very moist. I felt my heart pounding.
He smoothed stray hair from my face and moved them behind my ear, his fingertips making contact with my ear along the way. Then he touched his fingertips to my lips.
"Your lips are so..."
He leaned in, and I leaned toward him, too. He exerted pressure against me and we kissed. I felt his hardness on me.
"I'm uncertain. I don't really think...it might be fixed rather quickly," I panted.
He rubbed against me once more and his lips touched my ear.
"Two hours. We've got plenty of time," he said. He believed I desired it as well, based on my response and arousal. "I think you want me to be inside you." His finger stroked the inside of my thigh. My hips moved towards him. My mind and body both knew this moment and desired it.
"Say it. One word. Do you want me inside you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
Barry stepped away from me, unzipped his pants, and took out his magnificent cock. It was attractive enough that if he dropped it on the ground where I was standing, I would fall to my knees to ensure it didn't break. He stroked it a few times and inquired of me again.
"Do you want me inside you?"
He removed his shoes and took off his pants. He closed the distance between me and approached me, pressing me against the wall, rubbing his cock against me. His fingers entered my wet folds, and I arched into his hand. His fingers played with my pussy as if he'd been doing so for years. I grew weak.
"You're so wet. So prepared." He removed his fingers and walked away from me. "Remove your clothes. All of them."
I hesitated, but he pinned me against the wall again and rubbed his cock against me. His fingers traced my soaked underwear. And then he took a step back, telling me to remove my clothes.
I took off my clothes.
"You're so lovely. I desire to enter you with my cock, and then fuck you. I won't if you don't want me to. This can all end before it begins. Tell me. I want to hear you say it," he instructed.
I inched toward him. "I want you to fuck me." My breath was uneven and my pussy yearned for something to fill it. "I want you to insert this big, beautiful cock inside me and fuck me like crazy." I'd never wanted it so fiercely. My hips jerked.
He pushed me into the wall again and positioned himself between my legs. He took off my underwear and we both stared at each other. His voice reverberated from my pussy, accompanied by his tongue tantalizing my clit and fingers in my pussy. I clung to the railing and pushed into his face as I sought to impale myself on his tongue. He held my thighs and moaned into my pussy. The vibration from his deep voice, alongside his tongue taking my clit and fingers in my pussy, drove me wild. #paraphrase #paraphrase
A mysterious figure halted his actions and rose to his feet. It felt as though he could anticipate my arrival. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss while simultaneously rubbing himself against me. My hips tilted in his direction. I was preparing to apprehend his penis when he turned away.
"Not quite yet. You need to kneel on the ground," he instructed gently.
He took my hand and led me to the floor.
"On your knees, dear."
His hands, fingertips, and lips were seemingly everywhere as I shifted my position and took up the specified stance.
"What's your name?" I panted. "I've never..."
"I'll treat you gently," he reassured me.
He removed his hand from between my legs and found my clitoris, massaging it with slow circular motions. I swayed back and forth as he stimulated me. He took his hand away, grabbed one of my hips, and I felt the tip of his penis grazing my vagina's entrance. The imminent climax prompted eagerness and a desire to have his penis inside me. I groaned and pushed my hips into him, wanting to feel him. However, he stepped back.
"No. Not right now," he stated.
He pulled away, and I felt his fingers inside me instead.
"Do you want it?"
"So desperately," I moaned. My hips were rocking. I touched my clitoris, craving the climax.
Without warning, I felt the head of his penis at my vaginal entrance and his hands holding down my hips while he penetrated me at a leisurely pace. I groaned and started to rock faster.
"No, dear. Slow down."
He restrained my hips while he inched his penis in and out of me deliberately. I groaned from pleasure and desire.
No stranger had ever made love to me like this man. He thrust deeply, then pulled out almost halfway before performing a series of quick, shallow thrusts, only to plunge his penis into me once more. He was taunting me. My legs tingled from my toes to my knees, and I felt a building pressure in my lower abdomen. I started panting uncontrollably and cried out. He pulled his penis out of me, and I climaxed forcefully.
My muscles spasmed as I engulfed in waves of ecstasy. I was over 35 years old and had never experienced an orgasm of this intensity from anything or anyone before. Everyone claims large penises are the key, but this individual redefined my perception. He possessed a magical penis, and, with passion, he used his fingers to deliver unparalleled pleasure. The size mattered little.
"Oh yeah, baby." He claimed. "That was fantastic." He breathed against my ear and stroked my behind as my hips twitched.
After experiencing such a potent orgasm, I was overwhelmed by sexual desire. I arch my back and he kissed and licked my posterior.
"Fuck me," I begged.
He collected some of our clothing on the floor of the elevator.
"Lie on your back." His voice was coarse.
I got on my back and spread my legs for him. Yet, instead of using my legs and hips, he grabbed my ankles, positioned them on his shoulders, and leaned into me, so my lower legs were hooked over his shoulders. I had never experienced this kind of positioning.
He leaned over me and entered me deeply. He moved frantically and powerfully. I grasped at the clothes close to me as he rammed it into me. We were both laboring to breathe and making plaintive sounds.
Suddenly, I realized he would ejaculate inside me. I had never had anyone ejaculate inside me without a condom. A few men during my youth tried, but they stopped themselves before they could finish. Shit.
"Barry, don't come," I cried. His penis acted like a piston moving rapidly. I was on the verge of experiencing an orgasm again. He was exceptional. My vagina was contracting alongside my heightened arousal.
"Almost there, baby," he warned.
He slowed his thrusting slightly, and I thought he would come, his entire body stiffened, but then he resumed his intense tempo. I felt my vagina contracting and pulsing. I was about to orgasm once more.
I leaned my head back and cried out. The novel position amplified my orgasm's intensity. It was challenging to move my legs at all. As I felt my vagina contract and pulse for the second time, he drove his penis into my vagina forcefully. It seemed to swell, and then it stiffened, unleashing a powerful climax by releasing inside of me. I experienced multiple bursts of this extraordinary sensation.
With a slight buzz in my head left over from my climax, I was still feeling aftershocks. He observed my condition and placed his palm on my genitals, giving gentle, steady pressure. His lips covered my neck whilst inserting his tongue into my ear, and I could sense another climax developing as my breathing increased. His lips gazed upon my chest, and he delicately licked my nipples. Next, he slid his tongue around my nipple earlier mentioned and brought his mouth into contact with me before devouring it. As I climaxed once more, my pelvis gyrated against the floor of the elevator. His hand remained stationed, providing constant, light pressure.
"I can't...I can't climax once more." I stuttered. "I'm not able, feeling a bit wobbly."
"Perhaps you could accomplish this instead," he declared.
"Raising my legs and having my feet against your chest?"
"I suppose that's not possible. I'm quite shaky."
He looked for an alternative.
"How about trying this?"
Raising my legs, Barry placed my feet on his chest. As if floating, I experienced a strong sense of comfort, sexiness...which seems unusual given the situation: the floor of an elevator with a stranger named Barry, or at least that was his claimed name. However, this particular man surpassed any imaginings within my fantasy.
With his fingers, he touched my nipples, swirling them. Following suit, he lightly massaged beneath my bras, taking his thumb and dipping it into my wet pussy. Deliberately, he drew the thumb from my pussy towards my hind end. Subsequently, he started briskly rubbing and teasing my anus while simultaneously putting two fingers from the same hand in me. My feet pushed against his chest while he countered them. The stimulating sensations overtook me, his hand - and what it was doing to me - becoming my entire realm.
His fingers inside of me barely moved and he gently inserted his thumb into my behind. He allowed his thumb to meander in and out whilst his fingers sashayed in and out of my pussy, incessantly, slowly. Such sensations elicited sensational delight.
"Oh...oh...I..."
"Know you'll climax once more. You look sensational, so sexy right now. Ohh...climax for me, climax for me, Ally," he said invitingly.
I grasped his hand and wrist. He stood still per my command. A triumphant orgasm ensued, and my moans emanated as this bliss suffused me.
He set me down. Finally, he realized his position and dressed himself. Rummaging through the heap of clothes surrounding us, I took mine and draped them over him since he appeared naked.
"I'm taking a seat here," I mentioned. "My legs are still shaky."
"Welcome to sit with me?" he inquired.
We sat facing each other on the floor, the wall providing a backrest for us both. Barry laid his hand across my thigh.
"Ally..."
Suddenly, over the speaker of the elevator, I heard the same voice I'd heard earlier.
"Hey buddy, you two are smoldering hot."
I stared at Barry, questioning his intentions.
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