I have no idea what got into me. It was just one of those days, I guess, where a
person has to do something that proves they are still alive.
The elevator was crowded, which I hate. Someone had BO, which is offensive.
But still I did it.
It was my thirtieth birthday, actually. Maybe I just needed to prove that I wasn't old
and ugly yet.
The elevator was so crowded that we were all pressed together. I was standing in
front of this man that looked so very sad. Complete stranger, but his eyes were so sad.
My buttocks were pressed against his loins.
I could feel his spongy bulge.
The man's butt in front of me was also pressed back against my bunny. My breasts
were etching his back.
Without thinking I put my hand behind me and fondled the sad eyed man's member.
I heard him gasp. Then he ever so softly groaned. I explored his testicles then went back
to his mushrooming cock. He moaned softly again. I wondered if anyone else could hear
him.
I traced the front of his growing bulge with my thumb, then ran my fingers up and
down both sides of his expanding shaft. He was hard as steel in seconds.
Using my palm to complete the half circle of my hand, I jacked him through his
trousers. He pressed forward into my hand. Each movement of mine elicited a needy
pressure by him against my cradling hand, accompanied with a soft 'Ahhhhhhhhhh' each
time my hand moved up and down his arousal.
Hearing his pleasure turned me on.
He began to hunch into my caresses.
His hand found and encircled my hard nippled tittie. He squeezed it gently, finding
my nipple, and tugging on it through my thin bra and the fabric of my blouse.
My hand no longer had to move because he was fucking into it with his hips.
My bunny was producing copious moisture.
I felt him jerk, then groan, his rupture obvious to me only because I knew what we
were doing. His hand clenched hard in my defenseless breast. It was enough to make me
cum too. I braced myself against him as I throbbed internally, throughout my body.
The elevator bell went "DING".
Everyone began to exit the elevator. My wobbly legs miraculously held me upright
until I could find a seat in the lobby.
He walked by, also having trouble remaining mobile. I could smell the purexy scent
of his sperm as he passed me.
I grinned at him.
He mouthed "Thank you".
His eyes were no longer sad.