Last night, i went out with some friends to this fancy rooftop bar. we were all dressed up, drinking cocktails, and just enjoying the vibe. i was wearing this tight black dress that hugged me in all the right places, and i couldn’t help but notice the way the bartender kept checking me out every time i went to the bar.

as the night went on, my friends decided to leave, but i wasn’t ready to call it a night. the bartender, let’s call him L, caught me at the elevator as i was heading down and asked if i wanted to grab a drink with him after his shift. his confidence and the way he smirked had me saying yes before i even thought about it.

we ended up alone in the elevator, and the tension was insane. he stood close, his cologne making me dizzy in the best way. “you’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he said, his voice low.

i just laughed, teasing, “is that so?” but before i could say anything else, he pressed me against the wall, his lips on mine. his hands grabbed my waist, sliding down to my ass, pulling me against him, and i could feel how hard he already was.

“you’re trouble,” he whispered, lifting my dress up and slipping his fingers under my thong. i was already soaking, and when he slid two fingers inside me, i let out a moan, gripping his shoulders to steady myself.

i unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, and holy fuck, it was perfect—thick, hard, and so ready for me. he lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the elevator wall as i wrapped my legs around him. he slid inside me in one deep thrust, and i swear i saw stars.

he fucked me hard and fast, the small space making every sound echo. i bit my lip to keep from screaming as he filled me over and over again, his hands gripping my ass, his mouth on my neck.

when i came, i buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the sound, my whole body trembling. he followed right after, groaning as he came deep inside me. we barely had time to fix ourselves before the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

we stepped out, both of us grinning like idiots, and i gave him my number before walking away. let’s just say, that wasn’t the last time i’ll be taking an elevator ride with him.