Elevator-sex Stories

As Duncan and I stood side by side in the elevator, I couldn't resist sneaking glances at him. It was the third time in two weeks that we'd found ourselves in this situation. Foolish romantic that I was, I'd begun hoping it was fate. He's too old for you, Amelia! I chastised myself. At twenty-five, I knew better than to fall for a man who was at least fifteen years my senior. Besides, I doubted he gave me a second thought...

I’ve been thinking about you and your smirk. It told me that we had only just begun. As I walk up the hill to my apartment complex, a memory flashes through my mind… I didn’t notice before, maybe because I was still high off my orgasm, but I didn’t notice how you were looking at every inch of my body. Water dripping down to the floor. I can’t stop thinking about it. What did you think of me? The horny girl next door… and...