The Ramones were blasting in my earbuds, and I was feeling hopeful about my chances of making up with Mindy. I’d fucked up. Again. My only hope was that she would forgive me. I needed another chance. Our wedding was in two months, and I’d been caught making out with my high school boyfriend on Saturday night. Sure, we’d all had too much to drink, but Mindy wanted to know she could trust me, and she was getting tired of peeling me off some guy, understandably. Maybe I am not quite ready to give up boys for good.
I adjusted the bouquet from one hand to the other as I pushed my way through the rotating doors. The high-rise lobby was crowded with the kind of people I’d avoided in my professional career as a florist and with whom Mindy worked every day. I can’t stand corporate settings. I prefer the tranquility of my small flower shop. It’s sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a bakery on a quiet side street. We get lots of business suit types coming in to buy flowers for their wives or mistresses, but I rarely needed to go out to the business district of the city.
I felt a whoosh of air blow up my short skirt as I entered the skyscraper. I hate wearing panties if I can avoid it, and the air conditioning felt nice after the warm summer air outside. I lazily pushed through the crowd. I was not in a hurry. Mindy was here all day, and I wasn’t needed back at the shop for a while. Honestly, I hoped she would forget all about my indiscretion and have a quick fling with me in the ladies’ room; I was feeling horny.
Some asshole pushed past me as I waited for the elevator, but I didn’t mind too much. I’m sure he was in a bigger hurry than I was. I entered the filling elevator after him and stood near the back, trying to protect my flower arrangement of pastel hydrangeas, roses, and peonies. I’d attempted to include all of Mindy’s favorites in her bouquet, unsure how she would accept my attempt at an apology.
Mindy is a real smoke show. We met at a club about a year ago. We danced, then kissed, then we ended up entangled in bed for nearly an entire weekend. She is petite and feminine but has a strong personality. People are often surprised to learn she is a high-powered lawyer but are rarely surprised she is a lesbian. I guess she reads that way.
I, on the other hand, am constantly being hit on by men. I love the attention and I take it as a compliment. Frankly, I love to swing both ways, and I know I’m going to miss a good cock fucking occasionally. I know I must give it up to be married to Mindy, but I still have time before the wedding.
The elevator doors opened again and a few more people pressed in. I took a half-step backward to make some room and my ass brushed against the guy behind me. I heard him clear his throat and mutter something unintelligible over my music, but it was not like I had a choice. There was no room, and I was trying to save my flower arrangement from being smashed.
I could feel the guy behind me digging in his pocket for a moment, then noticed an unmistakable presence against my ass. My head snapped up, and I’m sure I looked surprised, though I’m not sure why I should. I was pressing my ass against him like we were grinding on the dancefloor, after all. The guy was getting hard, and from what I could tell he was pretty big. Instantly my mind began to go to slutty places.
In a moment I decided to take a chance. My time for finding a guy with a nice cock was growing short. The elevator was crowded, sure, but a quick glance around informed me that no one was paying attention. Everyone was absorbed in a screen or was just staring straight ahead toward the elevator doors.
I turned my head to look the guy square in the face. He was handsome but looked panicked like I was about to scream and call the cops. I tried to give him a reassuring look and bobbed my eyebrows up and down as if to let him know that I was aware of his erection and wanted some more. It didn’t seem to make any difference to his expression. Men are so dense sometimes.
I turned back toward the elevator doors and gave him a moment to get his shit together. I had something in mind, but I needed him in the right headspace. We had another few dozen floors before my departure, and this elevator was slow, to put it kindly. I resolved to try, confident I could avoid detection by the other passengers, and certain that I would never tell Mindy.
I nonchalantly pressed back against him and raised my ass a little, feeling his cock glide along my skirt. I wanted to get a sense of what I was in for and if this guy was up to the challenge. I couldn’t quite tell, so I shifted the flowers to my right hand and dropped my left down by my side. I slowly reached back until I felt a palm full of penis. He was much bigger than I’d expected, easily the biggest cock I’d encountered, and holding it gave me a thrill between my legs that instantly made me wet. I felt his dick spasm and that’s when I knew we were golden. I quickly gave one more look around the elevator to make sure we weren’t being watched.