FabSwingers.com forum: The lift

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

The doors are closing and just before the lift descends, a hand appears to reopen them. In you walk, apologetic, slightly ruffled as you had to run.

But you see me, and my surprised smile as you get in and take your position facing sideways to me. You give a shy, embarrassed smile. You compose yourself and stand straight.

The lift starts to descend. I try not to look at you as I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But I notice you from the corner of my eye also take a second glance. My eye catches yours briefly.

We both smile, shyly. The lift is moving slowly. I notice your breathing relax. You smooth your hair, which is over one shoulder.

You quickly check yourself in the mirror behind me.

'You look fine,' I say. You smile and your head tilts ever so slightly.

I can hear my own breathing. Every shuffle or movement seems loud.

You reach for something in your pocket and your pass falls out.

I crouch down to pick it up from your feet. I slowly take the vision of you in. Your heels, your slender legs. I'm eye level with your midriff. Your skirt is demure but can't hide your figure. I have the pass in my hand, but I haven't yet got up. I look up at you from this position and our eyes meet.

Your smile is coy, yet seductive. I slowly rise and hand your your pass. You take it, but I don't let go...