"Martin, please, watch where you put your hand!" whispered Katherine Sherbourne, as she felt the man's hand slowly edging up under her skirt. She glanced around nervously to see if any of the others in the elevator had noticed this liberty he was taking with her body.
"I'd love to watch it, but you've got a lot of skirt covering up that pretty little rump of yours."
She squealed as he pinched her bottom. She twisted and tried to turn so that she could get him to stop. Instead, he goosed her, his thumb pressing all the way up into the white cotton panties she wore. She blushed furiously. This wasn't the way she expected a boyfriend to act. He was embarrassing her in public.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?" he said innocently, his hand never stopping. He felt the smooth warm flesh of her firm inner thigh and then moved up to her snatch. The girl might have been protesting, but the man realized that she was getting a real thrill out of him copping a feel in the public elevator. Her panties were almost totally drenched with her love oils. It took all of his control to keep from using his other hand to run the zipper of his fly down the track and let his prick leap out so that he could fuck her.
Martin had never fucked Katherine. They'd done a lot of things together but they had never fucked. He suspected she was still a virgin, and was too uptight over it to say so.
He wanted nothing more than to be the one to cure her of this sexual perversion. He'd never seen anyone more attractive than this eighteen-year-old. She still carried a lot of the naive ways of a high school girl, but she was maturing rapidly – and she had blossomed out physically a long time ago. The man could peer down into her cleavage and see the succulent twin mounds of her tits swaying enticingly.
Katherine didn't wear a bra – she didn't have to. Her tits were firm and high off her chest. He loved running his hands over the milky white flesh and feeling the gooseflesh that formed under his fingertips. The way her nipples sprang totally erect and pulsed hotly against his thumbs told him the full measure of the passion of which she was capable.
If the lustrous brown hair, the chocolate, limpid eyes, or the tits thrusting impudently against her thin blouse weren't enough, the rest of her turned him on in a big way. He felt almost greedy wanting it all. Her trim waist and her flaring, womanly ass made him hard every time he was with her.
Most of all, he loved her slender, tapering legs. He was a leg man. He could watch the white flash of her legs moving all day long. And he wanted nothing more in the world than to have her wondrous legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into the sexy swamp of her seething pussy.
They'd been going together for almost two months now and he hadn't fucked her.
"Marty, not here," she said again, in a slightly louder voice. He watched as she blushed furiously. The red formed around the tops of her boobs and then spread all the way up into her neck and face. He worked his fingers under the band of her panties and started pulling them off.
The marble smooth flesh quivered and she tried to make him stop. He kept on until he managed to pull the panties over the bulge of her perky ass. The panties started to drop down her lovely legs when she widened her stance. She was acutely uncomfortable and it showed.
"Don't do this," she pleaded. "Not here, not in public. Let's… let's go somewhere and…"
"Here," he said firmly.
"I'm going to a job interview. Please, Marty, you can't make me do this here. Not in public!"
"So it won't be totally in public," he said, reaching over to the small control box as the only other passenger in the elevator got off. He quickly opened the panel and pulled the stop lever. The elevator jerked to a halt between floors, neither moving up nor down.
"Why'd you do that?" she demanded.
"So we could be alone for awhile." In the distance an alarm bell rang, but he ignored it. He couldn't think of anything else but the warm and willing girl in his arms. He pulled her close and crushed his lips to hers. For a moment, she resisted. Then she melted like snow in the morning sun.
His tongue teased her lips, dancing and darting around until he could finally force them apart and push his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues collided and began to duel erotically. Soon they both gasped for air, their bodies pressing harder and harder against one another.
"I love you so much," he managed to mutter. "And I want more of you. I want all of you!"
"Please, Martin, please, not here!" she begged. But her words were contradicted by the way her body responded. He could feel the flood of her cunt juices. Her nipples had sprung out hard and erect and threatened to poke holes in his chest. He knew she wanted him. He managed to fumble out his prick. "No, Marty, not here, not like this!"
"Then let me eat you out!"
She didn't say anything, nor would it have done her any good. He was already going down on her. He had stripped off her panties. Now he lifted her skirt and exposed to the light the lustrous auburn triangle of her pussy mound. The sight of her cunt was appealing to him.
Tiny droplets of cunt juice dotted the auburn bush and her pink, puffy cunt lips were trembling, waiting for his mouth. He quickly pressed his face into her bush and thrust out his tongue.
She sobbed and almost collapsed. She pressed her back against the wall of the elevator and her legs drifted open in wanton invitation to his tongue. How she needed this! She had been deluding herself into thinking that sex was something done in the darkness of a bedroom. It was good anywhere.
In fact, this might be even better than ever before for her. She realized the possibility of them being discovered. This thrill added to the impact of his tongue swirling all over her snatch. He dragged his rough, pink tongue along her tender slit and tasted all her juices.
He worked his tongue into her cunt and released a flood of her fuck oils. She was almost at the point of coming, he realized. This made his tongue work even faster against her pussy lips.
"Marty, oh, God, Marty, this is too much!"
She felt electric surges throughout her belly. They spread like wildfire and robbed her of all her strength. Her legs turned weak and watery and she hunkered down just a little more, her back firmly braced against the elevator now. This opened her legs to the point where his tongue finally surged all the way up into her cunt hole.
She shrieked in joy. Her entire body began to shake like a leaf in a high wind and she realized that she wasn't far from coming.
"Faster, oh, sweet Jesus, tongue fuck me faster!" she cried out. The words burned in her ears. She didn't usually talk like that.
She was turned on by the fact that her boyfriend obeyed her command. He tongue fucked her with enough speed to send his tongue slithering deep into her cunt and cause friction against her softly yielding pussy walls. She shuddered deeply once, and then bit her lip as she came.
The pleasant feelings mounted and then smashed into her like a fist. She cried and moaned and felt tears of joy running down her cheeks. That didn't matter. All that counted now was the way his rough, pink tongue parted her cunt lips and thrust far and fast into her pussy.
He slurped loudly, lewdly, and this turned her on even more. She didn't understand what it was about having her pussy eaten out that made her into such a limp, drained wreck. The feel of his tongue was sensuous to be sure, but it had to be something more than that. Perhaps it was the intimacy involved. There was no way that they could be more into each other's body than having his tongue reaming out her pussy.
The girl realized that there was one other way they might be closer, but she was still a virgin and intended to remain that way until she married. She had discovered, with Marty, an infinite number of ways of having a lot of fun sexually without actually fucking.
Like now. Her body trembled again, and the seething insides of her cunt convulsed in orgasm once more. A flood of frothy juices poured from her cunt and drenched the lips and mouth of her lover. He continued to obscenely suck and lick all over her cunt lips until she came still another time. He left her feeling drained and totally weak.
He looked up at her saying, "Now it's my turn to get some kicks. Go on. Suck me off!"
She looked down at his prick, still hard and throbbing with virile life. The feelings of arousal inside her body increased instead of dying down after her repeated comes. She knew that sucking his prick would be one way of helping to quell the rampaging feelings inside.
He stood silently as she dropped to her knees. She cradled his balls in the palm of her hand as if they wore the most precious things in the world – and to her right now they were. She hesitantly touched just the tip of his prick with her ruby lips. The man groaned and involuntarily jerked his hips toward her face.
She took just the purpled knob of his cock into her mouth. She used her lips all over it to caress and tease and incite. The way his cock bounced and jerked told her that he was having a hard time controlling his ejaculation. The balls she held tenderly in her hand throbbed and boiled, lurching inside the hairy little bag of his scrotum. She knew the lead-heavy jism trapped inside wanted out.
And she was the one who was going to sample his tasty jism.
"Go baby, go!" he cried as her lips tightened around his fuck stick. "I love the way you give head!"
She pursed her lips into an 'O' ring and then used her tongue. She tried to force the agile pink tongue all the way down his piss-slit. They both knew this wasn't possible, but just trying made them both even hotter. She slowly circled the head of his cock and then teased the tiny flap of skin dangling down under the cleft head. She felt his cock stiffen in lust even more than it had been.
The thick rod of cockflesh filled her mouth now. She sucked even harder on it and pulled another inch into her mouth. Her cheeks went concave under the intense suction she applied. The man hopped from one foot to the other in excitement.
"That's the way I love it!" he called out to her. "Give me another great blowjob!"
She began slowly eating his entire cock. She was no Linda Lovelace, but he had taught her how to get his entire length down into her throat, if only for a moment.
The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and she swallowed hard. She felt his prick slip past her tonsils and down into her throat. She held back the gag response and allowed his prick to rest for a moment in the tightness of her throat. She swallowed a couple times. Then she had to back away or suffocate from lack of air.
"Shit, I can't take much more of this!" he moaned.
She smiled around the thick plug of prick in her mouth. She still burned brightly in her cunt where his mouth had worked its magic. She loved being eaten out and she loved giving head. She loved everything about sex that she had experienced so far. Everything but fucking was neat, and that was being saved for her wedding night.
She rolled her tongue all over the very tip and then worked the bumpy pink organ over the sides of his quivering cock. The girl didn't stop even when she felt his cock begin to tense for the come. If anything, she increased the roughness of her licking and sucking.
Kissing along the side of his cock, she came eventually to his hairy bag of balls. Pressing her tongue against the side of his balls, she could feel his nuts inside tumbling and boiling in desire. She bounced the entire little bag on the tip of her tongue, and then rolled it around until he was constantly groaning in need.
"More," he begged, "Give me even more of that mouth of yours! God, it's fantastic! Tongue me all over! Eat meeeee!"
She tried. Her mouth sucked and she managed to pull in the entire bag of his balls. Gently gnawing, she had him gasping and moving constantly. The teenager's mouth didn't let him go. She pressed her tongue against the side of his balls and ran her teeth over the sensitive flesh. Finally, he cried, "Gotta come! Just gotta!"
She backed off and let him recover some of his control. This was too much fun for her. She loved the salty, tangy taste of jism as much as he got off on her woman-wine from her pussy, but she wasn't going to rush this. She wanted to prolong it as long as possible.
"Doing better?" she asked. "Think you can hang on for a few more minutes? I really get off on this! I don't want you coming too fast."
"I don't either! I love the feel of your mouth all over my balls!"
She went back to the task. Breathing hotly, she saw the effect her gusty breath had on him. The tiny curls of his matted pubic bush stirred and she knew the stimulatingly hot air went all around his balls.
She sucked even harder on the tip of his prick. She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come and then she was aware of another sound.
The ringing alarm of the elevator's emergency system had stopped. Heavy footsteps sounded on the roof of the elevator. Startled, she looked up and saw the escape hatch on the roof begin to lift.
She pointed and Marty hastily tucked his prick back into his pants. It made a terrible bulge, but his erection was hidden by the time the men dropped down into the elevator.
"Can't figure out what stopped this damned thing," the repairman said. He took a second look at Katherine – and smiled broadly. "If you got to be stranded in a Goddamn stuck elevator, she's the one to do it with," he said. He turned to the controls and opened the door. He frowned for a moment and then turned the switch back to "start".
He looked back at the two and shook his head. He knew that they had turned the elevator off but he couldn't quite figure out why. Katherine saw her panties on the floor where Marty had discarded them. She hastily picked them up and stuffed them into her purse.
"You two should be okay now," the repairman said. "Can't figure out how that switch got turned off – unless you did it."
Marty shrugged. "Why would we want to do a thing like that?"
She brushed against his still-throbbing erection as she left. "This is my floor," Katherine said. Glancing down at Marty's crotch, she wondered how long it would be before his painful hard-on vanished.
Or maybe he'd go into the john and beat off. She sighed. She wished she could go in with him and do it for her. Jerking him off was almost as much fun as sucking him off. The girl turned toward the personnel department, wondering if she would, be late for her interview, and not really caring. She'd already had a fun day.