I stepped into the lift and swore bitterly. I was so wrapped up in my own anger, that I hadn't noticed the two older ladies each with a bundle of files held against their chests, already occupying the elevator.

As I stood there fuming, I felt stony eyes boring into me and when I turned around to face my antagonist, I saw the older of the two look at me very disapprovingly. Realising how things looked, I swallowed and apologized for my behaviour. All to no avail unfortunately. Having decided I was an uncouth yobbo and therefore past salvation, she ignored my attempts at atonement and continued to give me the evil eye.

Realising I couldn't and wouldn't change her mind, I turned to face the opposite wall, but out the corner of my eye I could see the younger of the two hiding her smirk behind the bundle of files. She was obviously having difficulty keeping a straight face. I beamed my friendliest smile and winked at her.

Yobbo, yeah that's me!

To everybody's relief the lift started moving. While we descended, one could hear a pin drop as we all stood in typical British politeness, but the couple of times I looked at the reflection of my fellow passengers, amused, attractive green eyes stared back at me. We'd only gone one floor when the lift stopped again. When the doors opened I looked outside, but there was no-one waiting in the corridor to take the elevator, but behind me I heard the rustle of clothing.

"So, you'll let me know how the meeting goes Andrea?"

"Yes, Susan... Is there anything else I need worry about?"

"Not from me... but if I were you... I wouldn't trust this lout," and a head nodded in my direction, "as far as I could throw him," and without a please or thank you, my protagonist marched superiorly past me.

"You're welcome," I replied sarcastically, "Anytime!" but gave up because my remarks fell on deaf ears. Mrs Disapproving was gone. I shrugged away my bitterness and looked at the only other remaining occupant and asked politely,

"Lobby?" The owner of the beautiful emerald green eyes, gave me another friendly look and nodded..

"Thank you." Her voice was low, and gravelly, like a hardened smoker, but on the whole it suited her. I pressed the button for the lobby and watched the doors close and then the lift jolted as it began to move. About three seconds later, somewhere between the seventh and sixth floors, a weird sound from outside our small metal box and then everything, and I mean absolutely everything went black.

A short scream sounded beside me, and in the pitch black, I couldn't help feeling the hair on the back of my neck rising.

"Shush," I hissed angrily, my heart racing. The lights flickered on and off twice and then died out altogether. There was a click, a quiet zooming noise and then a tiny low wattage bulb situated in the ceiling burst into life. Due to the red coloured opaque glass cover, the lift was filled with a soft reddish glow which seemed brighter as it was reflected in the mirrored walls. Like a cat who blinks when you turn on a bright light, I had to do the same thing now, until my sight gradually got used to the eerie red illumination.

"What the fuck did you do?" The voice didn't sound quite as friendly as the eyes had been only moments before, but that was understandable, even if it was a bit insulting. I tried keeping my voice calm.

"I didn't do anything, Madam. I'm sure it's just a minor problem. Look I'll try the emergency telephone," I said reassuringly and picked up the horn. The sound that reached my ears wasn't what I wanted to hear. It just kept on beeping. That was strange. It was like it had been disconnected.

"Well, what's the matter," she asked, her voice still not entirely under control as I hesitantly replaced the instrument. I began explaining. That was the easy part. Seeing the expression of displeasure appear on her attractive face as I spoke did nothing to boost my confidence.

"Are you sure you didn't push the wrong button?" I sighed. It's moments like this I regret not having a run of the mill hairstyle. Except for the very top of my head which is covered by a wild, unruly mop of hair, the rest of my scalp is shaved clean, and then there’s my Tattoos. My body is covered in them. Not quite 100% but there’s not much in it even when I’m fully clothed, ink is still visible.

And why do I have such a provocative appearance? I'm a musician and I play bass guitar in a industrial rock band, so the way I look is important, both to the image of the band and to my bank balance. The downside of this, is that people nowadays can't seem to see past the mask. Still that's the way the cookie crumbles.

I live my life doing something I love and I get paid for it, quite well in fact, and wouldn't change anything, except of course being trapped in an elevator that apparently just conked out.

"Yes I'm sure I'm sure," I replied offhandedly. "I may look like a hooligan to you, madam, but I can assure you I'm not. In fact, I'm properly more intelligent than you give me credit for but unlike you, I don't need to wear a fancy business suit to prove it."

Her mouth fell open at my thinly veiled insult and her eyes blazed in anger. However before she could respond I pulled out my smartphone and called the office I'd just left. I got the same rapid beeping sound.

"It's not answering," I said matter of factly, I tried his mobile." I was in luck. Steve answered almost immediately, sounding harassed. "Hi Steve, it's me. Yeah I'm stuck in the elevator. Oh. Okay, yeah no problemo and thanks. No, no honestly no hard feelings." My travelling companion was telling me to get a move on, but it was my turn to ignored her.

"And who knows, in a couple of years maybe things will turn around and we’ll still be able to make some money." I could see the lady remonstrating impatiently at me, so I turned away from her, which by the look she was giving me in the mirrors infuriated her even more.

"Yeah dude, I'm sorry too but we'll just have to take the long view on this one. Okay man, keep safe. Yes we're still on for Friday evening. Okay thanks mate."

My attractive travelling companion was leaning backwards against the shiny surface of the lift and had her eyes closed as she waited for an explanation.

"Apparently some builders have gone and cut through the main electric cable next door and the power is down." I shrugged my shoulders helplessly and also slumped against the wall.

"But the light in here," she countered as if she was determined to prove me wrong. "If there's no electricity, how is that working?" She asked defiantly.

"Well according to my mate, the building has a back up generator."

"Well why don't they get the lifts going again," she demanded. I shrugged my shoulders again.

"According to, Steve, it's not big enough for things like air conditioning, elevators and such like. It's just there to power the emergency lighting, keep the servers online and run the closed circuit security system." I didn't know if he was telling the truth, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it anyway.

"So we're stuck here for a while. The electricity company is on the way but this could take a few hours he reckons." The look of incredulity on her face was almost comical, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself in check. I started sliding my back down the wall, and finally stopped when my bum landed on the floor. I pulled my knees up in front of my chest and placed my hands under my thighs. 'If I gotta wait, might as well be comfortable,' I reasoned.

"Is that you're answer, sit on your fucking arse and wait?" Her use of the word 'arse' instead of ‘ass’ made her sound very posh and I quite liked it. What I didn't like, was the way she began to complain angrily about anything and everything. I watched her from my lowly position as she stood against the opposite wall, towering above me, and although I'd mocked her about her choice of clothing, from this angle the business suit she was wearing did make her look good. No not just good, she looked bloody exquisite.

Her heels! They were expensive, that was obvious even to a shoe Neanderthal like me. They weren't very high but they did accentuate the muscles in her calves which made her long legs look very tight and elegant. The short mid length skirt with a small split up the front showed enough well tanned thigh to spark even a blind man's imagination, and her slim hips and delicate waistline told me this woman was someone who cared about her figure and rightly so. As my gaze continued upwards, my eyes rested on her delightful chest. 34c's if I wasn't mistaken and if she wasn't wearing a supporting bra, then they showed little or no sag. Not bad for someone a lot older than me.

"Wouldn't mind getting my hands on those," I muttered softly but apparently, not softly enough.

"What did you say?" She snapped, interrupting her rant.

"Look," I said sharply, and instinctively knew I shouldn't repeat what I just said. "There's not much we can do at the moment, so either shut up and chill out or by God, I'll shut you up myself!" I saw her look of mocking disbelief and felt my own irritation grow. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but here, right now in this lift you're pissing me off no end, and I will put a stop to it if you don't. Understand?" The menacing tone must of hit home because she just stood there in stunned silence. Oops. I'd gone too far. I stood up immediately and offered her my hand.

"Look sorry about that, but you were losing it a bit and it was getting on my fucking tits." Her eyebrows rose a notch, and she regarded me more cautiously. Hesitantly her hand held mine. 'Hmmm,' surprisingly strong grip I thought as we shook hands.

"I'm Ziggy. Pleased to meet you..." and raised my eyebrows inquisitively.

"Oh I'm sorry, Andrea, Mrs Andrea Detroit account manager, Deloitte," she said as if waking up from a dream. She blinked twice and gave a long hard stare. I was impressed by her self control. She was obviously a capable woman used to dealing with stressful situations, but this was out of her comfort zone. She took a few long breaths after introducing herself and a sort of calm washed over her. It was impressive to see. Not only had she subtly restored her equilibrium but the expression of serenity made her very attractive. I wondered how many times that trick had helped her in her career.

Her face was oval shaped, topped off with a thick mane of long dark hair, that today was done up in a sort of loose bun. It suited her and her bare neck looked simply gorgeous. I liked what I saw and had difficulty hiding it. As I've already mentioned, she had emerald green eyes and although they looked very sexy, they didn't have that 'come hither look that perhaps brown eyes have, but nevertheless she did know how to use them. I could see she was inspecting me, just as critically as I had her only done moments ago and felt a thrill run down my spine. I gave her my best smile. She released my hand and smiled back.

Now I was in trouble. My smile was friendly, but hers was simply devastating. Her thin sensual lips and sparkling white teeth worked in combination with her eyes and produced an effect that had the power to melt even the coldest heart. Her high cheekbones rose and her small button shaped nose seemed to wrinkle delightfully and with her small dimpled chin completing the picture, I couldn't help thinking her husband was a lucky man.

"Well, Mrs Detroit, pleased to meet you," I said as I sat back down against the side. "I can certainly think of more pleasant circumstances in which to meet someone like yourself but for today we'll have to do with this." She placed one hand on the handrail, still refusing to give in to unorthodox chain of events and stood there thinking about something.

"Did you say your name was Ziggy?" The disbelief was evident. I smiled to myself.

"Yes, but it's short for Siegfried. My father was a huge fan of Wagner which was bad news for my sister. Luckily for her my mother put her foot down otherwise Teresa would have gone through life as Tristan." She laughed at that and the tension she had evaporated like snow in the sun. She stood there for a moment more and then joined me on the floor. She folded her legs beneath herself and leant against the wall. Now she looked more relaxed.

"So Ziggy, what brings a Mohican warrior to the City at," and she looked at her watch, "at half past nine in the morning. I can't imagine there are many cowboys that need scalping here." Now it was my turn to laugh. I explained that I was a musician who contrary to popular belief didn't piss all my earnings against the wall or snort my brains out on cocaine, but instead invested my money. She looked at me with renewed interest.

"So that explains your appearance, but why were you soooo angry when you stepped into the lift?"

"And upset your colleague?"

"Oh I wouldn't worry about Susan," she grinned. "She's very old fashioned, but apart from that she's adorable and quite harmless." I explained how my business manager had invested in something dodgy and I'd taken quite a hit." She nodded sympathetically.

"Well you should expect some investments to go bad," she said as a true professional and even though I had to agree with her, it still niggled me. What angered me the most was that Steve had acted against my better judgement and in the end I'd been proved right. It was not something guaranteed to improve my humour. Andrea shook her head disapprovingly and asked who my broker was. When I mentioned Steve's name she began to search in her memory and then started nodding.

“Young guy, about your age.” I nodded. “Hmmm,” she added disapprovingly “Good looking, but a bit cocky…” I half smiled and nodded my head again. "You should report him," she said businesslike but I just shook my head.

"Can't do that," I told her, "We went to uni and studied economics together. We were best friends and I couldn't do anything like that to him. So he's made a mistake. I know him, and he genuinely believed he would make me a packet." I shrugged my shoulders again. "At the end of the day it's only money."

"Jesus, are you're that forgiving," she asked sceptically. I nodded.

"This is all show," I said and indicated my appearance. "Helps keep the bank balance in order," I said self-effacing whilst watching her intently.

"Is it me or is it getting warm in here?" she asked changing the subject suddenly.

"You're not wrong," I said, agreeing with her. I hadn't really realised it, but now that she mentioned it, I could feel myself perspiring lightly. "And it's only going to get warmer," I warned her. "They reckon today it will hit the high twenties and in some places maybe reach the thirty degrees." A soft groan was her answer. I watched her reach into her handbag and pull out an iPhone.

"At least I can do some work on this thing," she said and slid her finger over the screen. I could have done the same thing but to be honest, I enjoyed watching her. Occasionally she would absentmindedly run her hand through the locks of hair that fell across her face and I wondered if she was conscious of the effect she was having on me. I had trouble keeping my eyes of her.

Although she was fifteen years older than the groupies that usually occupied my bed, married and probably had kids I found myself enormously attracted to her. Occasionally she moved her legs a little and the split in her skirt gave me an enticing glimpse of her wonderful stocking clad thighs. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have my head between them and almost got an instant hard on.

The temperature in the lift was steadily rising and after about an hour Andrea took off the business jacket she was wearing. While she was removing her garment, she pushed her breasts forward and her sexy bra was outlined against the thin material. That just increased my discomfort. I could feel my jeans tightening around my loins as blood rushed to my my prick, but adjusting myself was out of the question. Such a blatant action could have caused embarrassment for the both of us and from my part, might have put an end to the show I was enjoying. Sweat began to break out and my t-shirt started sticking to my back.

Happily I wasn't the only one feeling the heat. Maybe Andrea had forgotten where she was and who she was with, but that didn't stop her undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse. Next she reached into her handbag and pulled out a handkerchief and began dabbing the perspiration trickling down towards her chest. This was a beautiful sight to behold, simply because when she removed her hand and leaned forward, I had a perfect view of her tanned breasts encompassed by sexy lingerie. I wondered if she was wearing a matching set. Now I really had to clamp my jaws together to prevent me from giving myself away.

*****

"Shit." I opened my eyes and saw Andrea chuck her iPhone towards the handbag.

"What's up," I asked, suddenly aware that I had dozed off.

"Battery's almost dead, and I don't have a socket here," she said irritatedly. "Oh and by the way, you snore." I looked at her and apologized but she waved a hand dismissively.

"It wasn't that bad, I've heard worse," she informed me humorously. "You're not sitting in front of a power socket are you?" she asked hopefully. I shook my head.

"Doesn't matter if I was," I replied casually, "The electric is cut off, remember?"

"Oh I hadn't forgotten, but I assumed that the emergency power could handle one little telephone charger."

"Probably could," I agreed, "but seeing as there's no socket here, the point's mute." She gave me a 'aren't you a smart arse' look, and reached for her handbag. As she rummaged inside I could see her breasts bobbing around. Most enjoyable.

"How long have we been sitting here," she asked exasperated at not finding what she was looking for. I checked my mobile.

"Almost two hours."

"Jesus, it's no wonder I'm feeling all cramped up," she said, her voice sounding strained. She immediately stood up. I could see I wasn't the only who was feeling the warmth because as she swung her arms around to get her circulation going again, her blouse showed patches of perspiration. She wiped her brow and stretched her body. I watched as she put herself through a strenuous workout, which considering the circumstances was a delight to behold. I admired how easily she moved, paying absolutely no attention to me.

"Can you call your friend and ask him how much longer this could take." Her head was tilted over backwards, as far as she could reach now, whilst still standing on one leg and her voice sounded strained by the amount of effort going into her contortions. I nodded and did as she requested.

"But that means we could be here the whole fucking day!" Andrea exclaimed disbelievingly when I told her about the problems the electric company was having. Apparently they needed to shut down the whole street but because there were lots of important financial institutions in the area who were objecting to the disruptions this would cause, an alternative power supply had to be found before our situation could be remedied.

"To make matters worse," I said, almost as an afterthought, "almost everybody had gone home because they can't get anything done. The whole building except for the security staff is empty." The look she gave me was murderous and I wondered for a moment if I was in any danger.

‘Musician killed by estranged woman in a lift.” I could see the lurid headlines.

"Do you mean to tell me that while I'm fucking well stuck here with... with... you," she pointed an angry finger at me, "No insult intended by the way," she added by means of an apology, "All my colleagues are either at home or have gone to the beach?"

I nodded my head dumbly, unwilling to say anything that could get me into her bad books any more than I already was.

I raised my hands in mock surrender and said she shouldn't kill the messenger for being the bearer of bad news. Despite her anger, a wry smile appeared and she cooled down a little.

"Sorry, Honey. It's not your fault, I know... but unfortunately for you, you're the only one here, and I needed to unload my anger on someone. Sorry…” she concentrated for a moment. “Ziggy.” She’d remembered my name. Her smile widened and I could sense her mood changing.

"I guess I'm lucky you didn't spank me then, you know, being as you're so angry." My attempt at making a joke fell flat because she just stared at me long and hard. Suddenly her eyes sparkled with mirth.

"I suspect you'd like that too much," she said sarcastically.

"There are worse things I could think of, you know to pass the time," I retorted light heartedly. The raised eyebrow and sardonic look she gave me, could have filled a book but before I could continue flirting, the facade of a professional business woman returned.

"I don't know how much more I can take of being cooped up in this steel box," she said bitterly and slumped back to the floor. Defeat came uneasy to her. She sat down and rested her chin on her knees which were held against her chest by wrapping her arms around her legs. I couldn't believe my eyes.

She obviously hadn't thought about this one, because it was only the cut of her skirt that was preventing me from copping an eyeful. It was almost a perfect up-skirt. As it was, I got a wonderful view of the back of her thighs as they presented themselves, and once again I could feel myself hardening.

It was obvious Andrea was bored, hot and restless because no matter how hard she tried relaxing, she just couldn't stop fidgeting. One minute I could see the back of her thighs and the next, well if I had looked harder I would have gotten a glimpse of her panties as she lowered her knees and stretched her legs in front of her.

This new position had another added bonus. I got to see her beautiful boobs as her blouse became semi transparent with sweat. Even in this dim lighting, and because my vision was used to it, I could see the droplets of perspiration running down her upper chest. She wasn't the only one. Although the temperature probably wasn't even in the high twenties, because we had no air conditioning it felt like we were in a sauna.

Now I couldn't speak for Andrea, but my clothes were soaked and I wanted nothing more than to take them off, but I couldn't do that here now, could I? I closed my eyes and fantasized about what would happen if I dared be so bold. Deciding to test the waters so to speak, I stretched up my arms and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Hearing the rustle of my clothes Andrea snapped her eyes open.

"Oh." Her eyes widened. "Wow I see you're getting comfortable."

"Well we've been here almost three and a half hours," I said, casually, "and it’s so fucking hot in here, I can hardly breathe." She gave me a knowing and maybe it was just my imagination but I thought I detected a wistful look. I gave her my friendliest, innocent smile and watched her use the handkerchief again. I had to stop myself laughing. The roles had reversed now, and as I pretended to use my mobile, I was surreptitiously watching Andrea, and saw how she was having trouble keeping her eyes off me.

As a working musician I have to travel a lot, different venues, studios and that sort of thing and a have to have all my gear with me.

Luckily I have it all packed and ready to go in a very well built, well alarmed Transit van. Unfortunately bass amplifiers and speaker cabinets are big, bulky and weigh a ton. However an advantage of lifting them in and out of the van and shoving them around on stage has developed my upper body muscles like no sport school ever could.

Now combine that with lots of ink and most people stare when they see me like this the first time and Andrea, confronted with my naked upper body, was no different. Except of course she didn't want me seeing how she studied me, so she did her best to do it covertly but wasn't very successful.

"Fuck it!" she exclaimed loudly and undid the rest of her blouse. Then she grabbed hold of the loose garment and began to flutter it to create a slight breeze. It was a wonderful sight to behold. The lingerie she was wearing was indeed a lovely sheer little thing, black with delicate lace edges that offered zero support, not that she needed it, and revealed more than it obscured.

I'd guessed right about her breasts, 34c's firm, full and in my opinion just the right size. Her dark nipples sat proudly on the fleshy globes and they were beginning to harden. I didn't know if that was due to me looking and to be honest, I didn’t care. Even more exciting for me was that I could see rivulets of sweat run down her cleavage.

'God, I would love to lick that up.' I mused silently, having found out earlier that she had superhuman hearing. She followed my gaze. She looked at her chest for what seemed eternity before snapping it back up and fixing me with a stare. Her eyes glinted dangerously.

"Are you looking at my tits?" She demanded sounding miffed. Yeah right! As if she didn't know.

"No," I said indignantly. I looked down at my phone and pretended to read an e-mail. It's one thing to take a peek, quite another to get caught doing it. I could feel her staring at me and began to feel really uncomfortable. Still pretending to be busy with my mobile, I ignored her but out of the corner of my eye I saw her look down at her own chest again.

"They're all natural, you know," she said proudly and placed her hands where I wanted mine to be, lifted them up and let them fall.

"Hmmm, what are?" I feigned disinterest.

"My tits! Don't try and play me you horny little toad, I saw you looking at them. My tits are all natural, not a single drop of silicone in sight."

"Well they're not bad," I said casually, inadvertently betraying myself.

"Ah ha," she said triumphantly, "I knew you were looking." Her eyes shone like beacons and her mouth formed a knowing smirk. Busted! I raised my hands in surrender and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, but lets face it, when you undid your blouse, you must of known that I'd look." She blinked and smiled impishly before nodding.

"Of course, I did, you idiot."

"Well why did you give me a hard time then?" I demanded indignantly.

"Because you started it." I must of looked confused. "Oh don't tell me you took your t-shirt off simply because it's hot in here." I tried giving her my best innocent look, but she saw through my act. "And it didn’t occur to you that I might like what I saw." My brain screamed 'Of course I did,' but my mouth stayed shut. Smirking innocently I shook my head and hoped she hadn't noticed the bulge in my jeans.

"You're a real shit," she said convivially and stared at me like she was sizing me up. "Mind you, it is bloody warm in here," she said waving a hand in front of her face. I watched her with interest but it seemed my provocation hadn't worked because she picked up her handbag and started ransacking through the contents again. Ungraciously accepting my defeat I did actually start checking my emails and was halfway through when I saw movement opposite me.

One leg started bending at the knee but was hampered by the narrow skirt, so without further ado, Mrs Detroit pulled up her skirt so she could get her leg into the position she wanted. When she was finished, she pulled out a woman's magazine and flipping through the pages. I looked up at her and had to stop my jaw hitting the floor.

I could see right up her skirt, all the way to paradise and right away it was obvious her panties were the bottom half of the matching set. The sheer black fabric hid nothing and even in the dim light I could see a nice darker patch, indicating her bush. The page flipping quickened. It was hard to believe she was actually reading anything at all, because the pages were being turned over in a manner that definitely signalled impatience. My problem was how my body, was reacting to all this visual stimulation.

She had to know I could see her knickers but a quick glance at her face revealed nothing. She kept flicking the pages over one by one. However when I checked out her chest, her nipples told another story. They were more erect than the last time I looked at them. My cock was painfully hard. Bent over as it was, it was pressing into my flies and was getting really uncomfortable as my excitement grew. I just had to do something about it. Checking to see if I was being watched I subtly moved my hand between my thighs and began trying to massage my erection into a more agreeable position.

"Jesus Ziggy, you took you time," Andrea exclaimed. "For a moment I thought you were gay." I looked at her, stunned.

"You, you..." "Of course! Here let me help you with that," she said hungrily. She righted herself on her hands and knees and began crawling towards me. My breathing snagged in my throat. Her feminine hand began rubbing over my hard cock which from my point of view, only made things worse. It was now fully erect and actually quite painful in this position. Luckily for me Andrea knew what she was doing. Kneeling between my outstretched legs she was undoing my flies and reaching for her prize. She pulled my eight and a half inches free and studied it.

"Impressive," she said knowingly and winked. "But do you know how to use it, Mr Music man?"

"Why don't you find out," I said and tried not to sound eager.

"Oh, I intend to Ziggy, but right now I want to taste you. God knows I've waited long enough." Her tongue flicked across my helmet as she pulled my foreskin down over my purple coloured dome.

"Mmmm, delicious!" Her tongue continued lapping up my pre-cum and then she tried inserting it into my piss-hole. A shiver ran down my spine as she masturbated and teased my cock at the same time. Next I watched her barely made up lips engulf my prick and glide over the bulbous end. With a plop, she stopped her oral administrations and looked at me.

"Why don't we take off your jeans. I'm sure you'll be a lot more comfortable,” and giggled like a young girl. Not wanting to do anything that could end this abruptly, I lifted my buttocks from the floor and felt determined hands pull my jeans down my thighs. Bunched around my calves and unable to take them of further, Andrea pulled my shoes and socks off and then continued her task. After achieving her goal, she ducked back between my legs and continued where she had left off.

I could feel her hot wetness encompass me, drown my manhood with saliva and try to suck me dry. Her tongue snaked around my rod as her head bobbed up and down and her lips clamped tightly on my prick. She brought a hand up in between my legs and began squeezing my balls.

"I bet you've got a lot of spunk in these, Mr Ziggy, and I want it." My body tensed as she renewed her attack. "Don't try and deny me, Mister, you know I’ll win!" She was right. I could feel my seed boiling and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I grabbed hold of her head and began thrusting my hips upwards. She accepted my taking over and willingly did nothing to impede me except maybe tighten her lips. My cock was pistoning powerfully down her throat and my spunk was rising.

"I cuming," I roared and felt my body spasm uncontrollably. My prick pulsed and my helmet expanded until it couldn't contain the surging heat. Andrea's hand was tugging at my flesh determinedly and she removed my cock from her mouth.

"Come on baby. Shower mama's face with cum." She milked me expertly and spunk exploded from my shaft.

"Aaah that's it, give it all to me." The first string flew through the air and splashed on her face. It stretched from her cheek to her hair and was joined by the second salvo. I sat there and watched my spunk decorate the make up she was wearing, but that didn't stop her. Her lips clamped on my pumping prick and she began swallowing the remains of my ejaculation.

Her throat constricted each time more sperm was released until my orgasm finally receded. Without waiting, my temptress moved forward and grabbed hold of my chin. She opened her mouth and showed me my white hot cream, and then made a show of swallowing my seed.

"Hmmm, that tastes real good, young man. Now it's your turn."

Without hesitation, she stood up, hiked her skirt past her hips and moved forward. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards until it banged against the elevators wall. A pair of sheer panties blocked my view of anything else and as the sodden garment moved closer. Her arousal filled my nostrils.

The soaking wet gusset was placed against my mouth and I greedily began licking at the soft material. As my tongue rasped over the fabric I could feel the outline of her pussy, especially when she started grinding her sex into my mouth.

"That's it Ziggy, Mama likes it right there. Mmmmm." I was just getting into my stride when suddenly Andrea took a step backwards. She stood there, provocatively swaying her hips back and forth while she reached behind her back. Moments later her skirt fell to the floor followed by her panties. I saw the near little bush decorating her pubic mound and wanted to bury my nose into it again. She approached and took hold of my head with both of her hands this time.

She stood over me and lowered her sopping wet cunt onto my waiting tongue. I split her pussy open with my muscle and felt her passion leak over my upturned face. I ran my hands up and down her stocking clad legs, nicely spread apart while she rode my face, and could hear her moaning and groaning as I lapped up the delicious honey she was producing.

"Keep going young man, I'm almost there." Then she surprised me again. She grabbed one of my hands when they were in reach and she placed it between her buttocks. Hardly able to believe what was happening I did what I thought she wanted. A fingertip pressed against her tightly clenched anus and I felt her hips wiggle enthusiastically. I increased the pressure and felt her sphincter give way. As my finger penetrated her ass, Andrea pulled my face harder into her vulva.

My tongue ran over her swollen clit and I grasped my chance. I placed my lips on her love button and sucked for all I was worth, whilst using my tongue to tease her mercilessly.

"Oh God, don't stop," Andrea screamed and I thought she was going to rip my ears from my head.

"Yes you fucking bastard, Mama's cuming." Her hips started bucking wildly and my head was nearly jerked off my neck, the movements were so violent. Her silken tunnel flooded with hot, sweet cum and I drank in as much as I could.

Every time my tongue slipped inside her slit, she experienced aftershocks, but gradually they died down in intensity as her orgasm ebbed away. She disengaged herself from her perch and settled between my legs. She looked at me with an amused expression.

"My, my. We certainly know how to use that mouth of yours don't we." I just grinned superiorly. "Let's see if you're as good with this,"and began gently wanking me. I lightly ran my hand over the back of her thigh as she closed in and kissed me. Then she broke off our kiss and began licking my face. My fingers, now lavishly lubricated with love juice sought out her asshole again. She placed her mouth by my ear and simultaneously removed my hand from her bum.

"Slow down tiger," she said, her husky voice barely audible, "I decide who, when and where my arse is played with. You haven't quite earned that right yet," and began kissing me again. Our tongues fought for supremacy and on the whole I had the upper hand. Or least I thought I did. My tongue pushed between her lips and began another duel which I was determined to win when the hand clamped around my erection distracted me.

Pulling my foreskin down so far it was painful caused me to break of our kiss and yelp. She laughed an evil laugh and knelt in front of me.

"Wanna fuck me, Lover-boy?" Her eyes glistened like the emeralds and she was biting her bottom lip. It was obvious she wanted this as much as I did. I just nodded eagerly. She grabbed my head again and kissed me furiously as she moved forward, placing her knees either side of my hips. I could feel her bush sliding up the underside of my cock as she raised herself to the right height. Her slippery lips parted as my mushroom shaped dome pressed against her pink opening and she sank down and impaled herself on my fleshy spear.

She threw her head backwards and moaned out loud as my cock surged deeper into her tunnel. I could feel her muscles gripping me as she continued sinking downwards. Her bottom landed on the top of my thighs and she grinder her loins into mine.

"Oh my heaven," she exclaimed loudly, "I've got to get me one of these," and started raising her hips.

"You're fucking huge," she cried out breathlessly as she slammed her lower body against mine again. She clasped her hands behind my head, resting her forearms on my shoulders and settled into a exquisite riding motion. Her pussy gripped my shaft as she leisurely moved up and down. A couple of times my cock slipped from her tunnel and nestled between her buttocks but every time she corrected the mistake and my member was quickly reinserted inside her hungry cunt.

She pushed her forehead hard against mine and began to speed up her movements. A hand disappeared from behind my head and curious as to where it went I tried looking over her shoulder. Although I couldn’t see what was happening I certainly felt it.

Through the thin film of skin that separated her back passage with her luscious cunt, her finger, buried knuckle deep pressed against my throbbing member.

It was so erotic that I almost came on the spot. I'd never experienced a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and didn't worry about social niceties to get it. And so blatantly as well. She was truly a woman after my own heart.

Her movements increased in speed again and became erratic. Without warning she slowed down and grinned hungrily at me. She raised her hips and once again my greasy cock slipped from her pussy. I saw the hand that she used to finger her ass move from her bum and felt it grab my rod. Then she placed the slippery, bulbous head against her starfish.

"I think you've deserved," she whispered into my ear and tried lowering her hips. I felt her ring resist at first and prayed that she wouldn't stop. I needn't have worried. Andrea wanted this as much as I did. She held my cock steady and relaxed. I looked past her whilst grabbing hold of her butt cheeks and pulling them apart. I watched our reflections in the mirror and was transfixed.

First my helmet disappeared from view and then inch after inch of my cock filled her anus. Andrea let out a long drawn out groan, as she slowly sank downwards. Finally my pubic hair brushed against her bum and my cock was buried as deeply as it could be.

She sat there for a moment, getting used to my pulsating member. She had her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip, but she wasn't inactive. I could feel her anal chasm contracting around my erection as if she were milking me.

"I'm just preparing myself, Lover," she said, licking her lips and flicking her fringe from her face. "It's just you're so fucking big," she added, closing her eyes again, "and I don't know if I can handle it." She looked at me again and gave me her million dollar smile. Her brow creased momentarily.

"D'ya know, I don't think I've ever had one this big up my arse before, and believe me it takes some getting used to," she admitted a bit self-effacing. The mockery was as unexpected as it was funny and for the umpteenth time today I thought about how lucky her husband was. What I wouldn't give for a woman like her. Intelligent, funny, independent and sexy as hell.

Despite being almost ten years older than me, we obviously shared the same outlook on life and that made her in my eyes even more attractive. Suddenly I felt her move. Slowly at first she lifted her abdomen, and in the mirror I watched my prick reappear.

It was like watching a magician perform a complicated trick. One minute it wasn't there and the next it was. I saw the helmet almost reappear, but Andrea knew what she was doing and slumped back down on it again.

This time she didn't stay still for long and I could see her sphincter gripping my rod each time she raised her ass. It was the most exciting sight in the world. With each downward movement Andrea pressed her loins hard into mine, trying to get every inch of me inside her. She was obviously used to my cock now because she was urging me to fuck her harder now, although it was she who was fucking me.

She was sliding up and down my pole easily but obviously it wasn’t rough enough for her, because she informed me breathlessly that she wanted to watch me fuck her. Without pausing for breath she climbed off and crawled to the back of the lift. Her blouse was plastered to her back from all the sweat that had run down it and the bare flesh glistened like a freshly polished table. She stood up and grabbed hold of the handrail. Then she lowered her head, arched her back and invitingly wiggled her bum at me.

Seeing her standing like that, her glistening pussy winking at me from between her widely spread stocking clad legs and her pert little bum ready to receive my cock was one of the horniest things I'd seen for a long time and as I stood up and moved behind her I couldn't help tugging at my manhood.

"That's it, Lover. Make it nice and hard for me. I want to feel that thing slam my arse." I moved closer and ran my hands up her legs before settling them on her fleshy buttocks. As I pulled them apart I found it difficult to believe that my cock could fit inside her.

"Come on Ziggy. Don’t tease me. Ram that cock in me." Her voice was thick with lust and her eyes were glazed over. I quickly bent over and ran my tongue over her starfish and felt her body shudder. I did this a couple of times more, burying my tongue inside her anus each time, before straightening up and sliding my prick between her ass cheeks.

"Please Stud, don't make me beg. I want it so bad," she pleaded. She looked over her shoulder and fixed me with a wanton stare. I was so turned on, I couldn't have made her wait if I’d wanted to. I just wanted to please her so much, so I did the only thing I could.

Bending my knees slightly I grabbed hold of my cock and and placed my shiny helmet against her exposed backdoor. This time there was no resistance. My cock slipped easily inside and it felt like a hand in a silken glove. The heat in her loins began to boil my blood and in the mirrors, the sight of her impaled on my cock just sort of tripped a switch.

I began thrusting.

Long easy strokes at first, letting Andrea enjoy the full length of my prick. With each forward thrust I would rotate my hips and try and grind my cock deeper inside her and when I withdrew I could feel her push her ass backwards in an effort to keep my manhood deep inside. I slapped her bum a few times to discourage this but she just ignored me.

“That’s it lover, treat me like a bad girl. Make me scream!” I needed no further encouragement.

I grabbed hold of her waist, held her steady and viciously thrust forward. I caught her watching me and when our eyes met she winked. Her smile told me she liked what I was doing. I began pumping. My cock pummelled her ass like a jack-hammer and from the moaning and groaning coming from deep within her soul, she seemed like it.

Then she removed a hand from the rail, she was holding on to, licked it hungrily and moved it urgently between her legs. Even though I was holding her hips, the effect her fingers had when she began fingering her clit, was incredible.

The effect of my cock ploughing her back passage and her fingers stimulating her cunt caused her to whimper continually and her movements were becoming more difficult to control. Suddenly the main lights flickered on and then died again.

"Hurry up lover boy," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I don't think we've got much time left." She was right. I gritted my teeth. The lights flickered on again.

'Oh God,' I thought angrily, 'we've left it too late,' and slammed my cock back inside her. She was moaning loudly now.

I hoped she was near the edge. The lift jolted suddenly and stopped again. My balls crashed into the back of her thighs and my fingers dug into her flesh. Our bodies pounded each other and I felt Andrea's legs almost buckle.

"Don't stop, don't stop baby, I'm gonna cum," she screamed, her voice full with pent up passion. She reached behind her and encircled my cock pistoning in and out of her and squeezed. The lights flickered again, only this time they stayed on. I could feel both her rectum and hand gripping my cock tightly. Andrea shuddered violently, let out a long feline wail and orgasmed. Her body shook so uncontrollably that she had to grab the handrail with both hands for support.

I rammed my prick inside her and felt her muscles contracting around my staff in ecstasy. I was so close now, I could feel my spunk racing along my manhood. Andrea pushed her bum backwards, tensed her abdomen and cried out loud as I thrust inside her one final time.

I bellowed and heard my voice fill the tiny area as my helmet expanded. Hot thick spunk splattered her insides, each spasm releasing more liquid heat inside her velvety tunnel.

"Yes fill me up baby, give me all that cream," she uttered through clenched teeth as a feminine hand grabbed my buttocks, determined to keep me inside her. With the main lights now working the sight to behold in the mirrors was one of complete debauchery and I had never seen anything more erotic.

My cock throbbed deep inside Andrea and her insides clutched me tightly. We didn't have much time now, but we both wanted to enjoy these last few seconds. Small aftershocks ran through our bodies as sensitive parts of our anatomies touched.

Still connected at the hips Andrea reached back for my head and pulled it towards hers. Our lips met and our tongues entwined. She twisted out from under me and we stood there kissing pasionately. Opening one eye I could see the reflection of her half naked body in the mirror and felt my cock twitch again.

*****

The lift doors opened in the lobby and Andrea stepped out first, followed by me. Before the security guards waiting at reception saw us, she pulled a business card from her handbag and proffered it to me, with a lecherous smile.

"The next time you want your assets checked, Ziggy, give me a call."