I wasn’t alone as the lift stopped between floors. The voice on the intercom said it would be fifteen minutes. Nervously, I looked at the man next to me and said. “Fifteen bloody minutes.” Smiling back, he said, “What shall we do for fifteen minutes?”

I didn’t mean to raise my eyebrows, I just did. Within seconds, his hands were on my breasts. I offered no resistance as he turned me, lifted my skirt, and entered me from behind. Caught in a moment of ecstasy, I started cumming. I was blushing as I left the lift, my husband following behind.