Suddenly the lift jerked, we heard a shrill shriek of metal on metal and we jolted to a halt. I fell to the floor, and grabbed for a hold at the nearest object, which turned out to be the woman. I didn’t know whether to be thankful that we had come to rest unharmed, or to apologise to the woman. In the event, both were true, so I said sorry to her, as I think I had groped her breasts as my hands went out. She didn’t seem to mind, and just smiled.
Half an hour went by, and the phone in the lift was used several times, but we eventually got the news that it would be an hour yet before the lift could be winched back to a floor to let us out.
Sitting on the floor, we all chatted, and got surprisingly friendly, exchanging names and so on. The woman became the centre of attention, as she was a good looking woman, petite, but with a carefree way to her talk, and as we talked on, a glint in her eye. She was flirting with each of us in turn.
It got hotter, and jackets and ties came off, sleeves were rolled up. Melinda just undid a button of her blouse, and then a little later, another. The temperature still increased, and I decided to take my shirt off altogether. One of the other guys, Jim, did the same. Simon didn’t though, until Melinda told him that if he would take his shirt off as well, then she would take her blouse off. I have never seen a guy undress as fast. Melinda took her time, teasing us a bit. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I am sure the other guys were sporting erections just as I was by then.
“OK, guys”, Melinda announced, as her hands went behind her, “who wants to see my tits?”.
Loud sounds of YES, and she released her white bra, to proudly present to us a glorious pair of breasts.