Imagine you are stuck in an elevator with a sexy stranger ... for hours. Comment your thoughts and I'll pick up the story from there ...
It's Friday afternoon. After a long day you are the last one to leave the office, breathing a sigh of relief as you let the doors click shut behind you and step into the elevator.
Absorbed into snippets of random thoughts, you don't even register that there is already another person in the cabin. Only as the elevator suddenly judders to an unscheduled stop between floors you look up - and find yourself face to face with a stranger.
A stranger who is - it has to be said - attractive. Sexy even. There is a a hint of tension in the air. But you are of course professionals. So nothing will happen except for polite conversation.
Or maybe not?
What would you wish to happen? How would the situation evolve as the hours pass?
Write your thoughts into the comment, and I'll pick up from there. I'll be your sexy stranger ;)
(and remember the upvote, of course ;) )
Essex man thoughts
oi oi savaloy, any time is wank time , maybe like i might get some easy easy boy the little man with one eye ia waking up,
oi you never know yep any time when the wifes not around is possible for a wank.
Do ya think nah nahhhh easy easy
BING ground floor
Oi oi savaloy lucky escape lucky escape if she turned round the one eye man was building a tent. Never mind one for the wank bank when I get home I might have time to meet Colonel Glove and his five lovely daughters if the wifes not around.
Oi oi
Hmmm - your Essex twang is a challenge although it suggests a flexible mouth ;)
But your wife is not around, and we have hours in the cabin. Not just seconds.
Maybe you decide that touching would cross too many lines. But we would then find ourselves in opposite corners, looking at each other, and telling each other a story just with our eyes while getting lost in gazing at each other's bodies ...
(And sorry, there is no way you can hide that tent ;) )
light goes off... (you know what happens next, don't you?)
when it turns on again...
only one of us is still alive...
you mean, the light comes on, I sit on your contorted and dissheveled body, clothes scattered, moans still hanging in the air ... still gripping your softening shaft deep inside me as I realise that, sadly, your heart was not up for the sudden excitement?
lol I didn't expect this.
I bet you didn't. No excitement without risk ... ;)
But, may I ask, what happened in the alternate universe where you are the survivor as the light comes on?