I took his hand and bumped him playfully with my shoulder, smiling up like an idiot. He smiled back down - a half-cocked, indulgent smirk that told me he thought I was cute. I straightened and lengthened my high-heeled stride, trying to act a little more adult. All around us, vacationers, business travelers, and hotel staff bustled through the lobby - adults going about their adult business, doing adult things, saying adult things to other adults. And here we were, sneaking away from the reception like teenagers desperate for a dark corner to make out.

It had started as a dare - a playful, half-hearted bluff while we killed time by the open bar sipping champagne and waiting for the bride and groom.

“No way!” He swallowed a gulp of champagne. “You think you could?”

“Oh, totally,” I replied over-confidently. “Thirty-eight floors? What is that? A minute and a half? Two minutes?” I drained my glass and tried my best to look confident and sultry. “Easy. Sometimes I think you forget how good I am.”

He thought about this and set his glass down on a passing waiter’s tray. “Okay. You’re on. Let’s see.”

“Wait, really? Now?” I tried to keep the sexy edge to my tone, but I was surprised he had called my bluff. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you? You said it’d be easy.”

So, half-tipsy on free champagne and giggling like teenagers, we headed for the elevators. It felt like sneaking off behind the bleachers, risking the prying eyes of teachers or fellow students for just a few moments of the dizzying taste and feel of his lips on mine. Or like watching your parents’ SUV pull out of the driveway, counting the seconds until you could sneak your boyfriend in through the back door and up to your room. The giddy, stomach-flipping anticipation was almost as good as the feeling of his hands all over you. Almost.

The butterflies really hit me when we stepped off the plush carpet in the lobby and onto the tile that led to the bank of elevators, my heels clicking loudly off the marble walls. I looked over my shoulder. We were the only people around.

My boyfriend pushed the call button and we watched the numbers descend, my heart beating fast as I tried to gauge the relative speed of the elevator. Can I really do this? Honestly, I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t sure that it mattered anyway. It was worth it for the rush, for the sexy silliness of it. It felt good to play again.

The elevator dinged and we stepped in nervously, glancing to see if any last-minute passengers might spoil our fun. But the door closed and we were alone.

“You sure about this?” he asked, tone incredulous, as he reached for his zipper.

I answered with a cocky smile. Thirty-eight floors, I told myself. Two minutes. The door bumped shut, drowning out the sounds of the busy lobby. Before the elevator could even move, I was crouching in front of him, his already hard dick in my hand. I gave it a single stroke before plunging down with my mouth.

I felt the warm, guilty flush that comes from doing inappropriate things in inappropriate places and I briefly flashed back to those high school encounters and the electric volt of feeling hot, smooth skin for the first time. But I knew I didn’t have time for that now…

As I bobbed up and down, I angled my head and strained my eyes to see the digital numbers slowly ticking up.

...6… 7….

Yeah, I got this, I thought, settling into a quick, steady, up-and-down rhythm. I focused on the sensation of his smooth, wet shaft sliding over my tongue, flattening it as it filled my mouth.

...14… 15...

Why wasn’t he cumming yet? Was he doing this on purpose? I glanced up at him. No, he was feeling it. I could tell - his head pressed back against the wall, his breath ragged, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handrail.

...22… 23...

My calves were burning from crouching in heels, so I shifted to my knees. It was more vulnerable, more risky. If the doors opened, I wouldn’t have enough time to get up, but I could concentrate better without the strain on my legs.

...29… 30…

Oh, shit! I was beginning to realize that I might not make it.

I pumped frantically, my jaws aching, my hand cramping and my knees scraping on the tile floor. I gave it everything I had, ignoring the clenching sensation in the back of my throat as I plunged too far down on him.

He let out a low moan and gripped my hair and…

Ding!

The door opened in a flash.

I scrambled to my feet just as the door opened, my boyfriend frantically trying to tuck himself back in his pants but ultimately just able to cover his still-wet cock with his hands.

A man - tall, handsome in a perfectly tailored suit - glanced at both us as he stepped, hesitating, into the elevator. He seemed confused, but was he puzzled about our sudden scramble or about why we didn’t seem to be getting off the elevator… or had he seen everything?

He pushed the button for the lobby and stared resolutely forward. I coughed and swallowed hard, standing back against the wall, knees still stinging. My boyfriend stood as still as a stone, nonchalantly trying to pretend he wasn’t actually shielding an enormous erection. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and chuckle to myself. The first adventurous thing we’d done in… well, years - and we were caught.

The floor numbers ticked back down so slowly I could have given my boyfriend two blowjobs. No one spoke, of course, but it was impossible not to feel the tension. My cheeks burned as I watched the back of the man’s head, wondering what he was thinking. What had he really seen? Me on my knees hungrily shoving a cock down my throat? Now that the initial shock of embarrassment had passed, the thought of someone seeing me so vulnerable - so sexual - brought a warm flush between my legs. Was he shocked? Offended? Did he wonder what kind of girl would do such a thing? Maybe he thought I was an escort… wait… maybe he thought I was hot enough to be an escort! The thought was so amusing, and so… unexpectedly hot that I let out an involuntary little snicker.

I covered my mouth and tried to hold it in, but the tension had cracked. My boyfriend let out a barely restrained hissing laugh, and the stranger turned his head just a bit with the hint of a smirk on his lips.

By the time the elevator reached the lobby, we were all chuckling and shaking our heads. Our eyes had met. We’d shared a laugh. There was no doubt he had seen and we had been seen, and there was no doubt we had all enjoyed it. Or at least found it humorous.

So when the doors slid open at the lobby, I expected him to nod and take his leave. We would return to the reception for more champagne and a few laughs about the crazy thing we did. But he didn’t move. He turned slightly to look at us with a broader smile. The doors closed.

“Want to try that again?” he asked, his hand halfway to the button for thirty-eight. He didn’t give us much time to think. He pressed the button and turned to face us as the elevator lurched upward again.

I glanced quickly at my boyfriend, and then back to the stranger. His blue eyes sent a slight shiver down my spine and another flush to my pussy. I felt my knees bending, felt myself sinking down. And just like that, I was sucking my boyfriend in front of an absolute stranger.

I worked him like before, steady and smooth. But before long, I noticed my movements lengthening, stretching. It was the same cock, same place, same motions. But it felt so completely different. Just having the stranger’s eyes on me was making my body respond in ways I’d never felt before. I was… performing.

My hands snaked up the back of my boyfriend’s legs to his ass. I pulled him into me, let him slip out of me, pulled him back again. I angled my head slightly back, looking for the stranger’s blue eyes. They were glued to mine, and I felt a thrill at knowing I held both men captive.

I shifted my leg and pulled my skirt up as far as it would go, reaching between my legs. I watched with a wave of pleasure as the stranger’s eyes dropped from mine to the space between my legs where my fingers pressed hard at my wet pussy. I knew he couldn’t see much from his angle, but I wanted him to have no doubt that I was touching myself. And I wanted him to know I was touching myself for him. I wished to God I hadn’t been wearing panties. I wished I could lay back and spread my legs and show myself to this stranger. I wished he would kneel down and bend toward my wet pussy…

I had no idea what floor we were on when my boyfriend let out a low moan. I felt his cock contract and I knew what was coming.

I pulled my mouth from him and used my free hand to stroke his cock until his hot cum spurted over my burning cheeks, over my lips and tongue, and into my hair. My eyes never left the stranger’s.

I pivoted slowly, letting my skirt stay up by my hips, letting the stranger see my hand still lightly rubbing at my pussy, my fingers sneaking beneath the fabric as my tongue darted between my lips to taste the cum on them. The bell dinged for thirty-eight and I pushed myself to my feet, never breaking eye contact, leaving my hand under my skirt until just the moment the door opened. He smiled at me before his eyes shifted to my boyfriend’s face. “Luckiest man in the world.” He turned and stepped back onto thirty-eight, the floor he had left just minutes ago. I watched him disappear down the hallway, hoping he was heading right back to his room with my cum-covered face and dripping pussy on his mind.

I just stood there, pussy throbbing, my boyfriend’s cum dripping from my chin to the elevator floor as the doors closed and we began to go down again. I had never felt so adult in my entire life.