It was an ordinary day, and I was late to work. I was putting on the tie, straightening my unruly hair, and buttoning up my shirt while I waited for the elevator. Two men were already inside when the door opened. I resided in the 48th level of a really tall building—50 storeys, to be exact. Before I met you, the ride to the ground was dull. Mrs. Sharma, 47th floor. When you walked in, I waved. After waving at me, you moved to stand next to me in the crowd.

Others may have thought of us as ordinary neighbors who happened to visit at the same time. Who's going to tell them that, while your spouse is reading the newspaper in another room, I've fingered your wet pussy, stroked your hairy cunt, and tasted every inch of your body? I've stripped you bare, torn your panties, and given you a raw sex with just your heels. You've been moaning as I mark my territory with a hickey on your neck and you're curling your legs around my waist to make me fill your tummy.

I lay my hand on your tight skirt as the door shuts. I massage your butts slowly, feeling as though my fingers are getting lost in the crack as I move them along ur ass. A couple more persons entered on the 40th floor. I got on my knees to tie my shoelace and then carefully took off your skirt from the back as I stood up. You covered yourself up by placing your bag in front. We have become dependent on our smartphones due to the digital age. Nobody was aware of what was happening behind closed doors. With better access to your ass, I began massaging your ass over the fabric of your underwear. A few more people came in on floor 25.

I moved the panty aside so I could see your chut better. I gently tickled you by gently stroking the vicinity next to your pussy without actually touching it. I could feel your underwear getting wetter. I ran my fingers over your damp pubic hair till your faces revealed nothing but sheer lust. I didn't waste any time in caressing your insides with my fingers inserted. This continued till we got to the ground floor. Everyone stepped out of the elevator. When you attempted to escape, I grabbed your underwear and dragged you back. Not so quickly. I hit the button for basement 1.

I hit the stop button as the elevator was closing, and it came to a stop, leaving us stuck. I gave you a hard kiss while pushing your back up against the elevator door. then turned you over and bent you so that your ass was pushing on my groin. The sound of a security guard suddenly comes through the speaker, "madam aap theek hai na ander." To have better access, I spread your legs and pulled down your panties."Speak to him," I said. I shoved my 12-inch long, hard lund inside you as you hit the reply button. You gasped "Aaahh" and covered your mouth to keep silent.

"Hello madam" gaurd said again.

"Haaaaaann, bhaiya. Vo mmmhh.. hum theek hai " ur breathing getting eratic " aap jaldi se lift chalu karwane ki kosis aaahnn, koshis kariye mmmh." You pushed the call button aside quickly. It was becoming more difficult to maintain your balance. You were moaning uncontrollably in this closed elevator, your palms jammed against the door and your left cheek crushed against it. I pinched your nipples and touched your tits over your skirt. A few thrusts later, I felt the lift begin once more. I'm not sure if it was fear of being discovered, but with the next thrust, we both arrived at the same time. Regaining our calm, we separated ourselves as the door opened once more.

Getting back our composure we stood apart as the door opened again. We both walked our seperate ways, with your juice around my lund and my cum dripping from ur chut as you walked with it like a lube