The Tallest Building the Longest Fall

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Slut Wife, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Working in the tallest building in LA. Laudra finds a way to break the monotony of the long ride up to the top in the elevator each morning

I have been telling my editors that every story I write, has something in it that is true, I let them try to figure out what it is. Now I'm letting you the readers in on my little secret, try to figure out what is true, then send me your comment. In some stories It's quite a large part of the story, other stories its a very small part. I hope you all have fun with this. If you email me, I may even tell you what part of the story is true. Have Fun.

I don't really know quite how to start this story. I'm sure a lot of you out there will find it somewhat hard to believe. But I'm sure some of you know exactly what I'm talking about and I'm pretty sure there are some of you out there, it has happened to. I didn't think it would ever happen to me, but it did.

It started very casually, at first I thought it was just overcrowding in the elevator, but soon realized it was a little more than overcrowding. Once I realized what was going on I decided to play along. I guess the reason I played along was to break the monotony of going to the same old building, going to the same old job, doing the same old thing, day in and day out. At least that's what I thought when the game first began. I call it a game because that's the way I looked at it. He, was taking it slow and easy, to see how much he could get away with and I was allowing him to go on, wondering how far he would go before I would have to put a stop to what he was doing.

I better take time now to tell you a little about myself and my husband. Were both twenty eight years old, we'd been married seven years when the game started, maybe it was the dreaded seven year itch, that sparked my interest in playing the game, or maybe it was just plain boredom.

My name is Laura Hopper. I'm 5-8 and weigh around a hundred and thirty five pounds give or take a couple I'm 36c 26w 37h. I have blue eyes and a true Nordic blond. I'm employed as a customer relations person for a large publishing company located near the top of the tallest building in Los Angeles.

My husband Gary, has worked for the city of Los Angeles for the past five years. as a building inspector. He's 5-7 170 pounds, up about twenty pounds from when we were married.

He's an average looking guy, Sandy colored hair, gray eyes and not much of a sense of humor. We used to have a very high sex drive but we've calmed down some in the last couple of years. When we were first married we would do it any time, anyplace and as often as we could. I would still enjoy doing it as often as we ever did, but in the last six months or so Gary has slowed way down. I asked him if he was having an affair, or if he just didn't like having sex anymore and he blamed it on being to fat and promised to lose some weight. We had gotten into having public sex and the shear excitement of maybe being caught, caused us both to have the most intense orgasms we had ever had. Now we both have jobs that we would be fired from, if we were arrested for this activity.

We both knew and accepted the fact we had both been around by the time we met and soon discovered we enjoyed many of the same things and not long after we met, decided to get married.

As I said earlier, I work up near the very top of the tallest building in Los Angeles. Every morning I get there early so I don't have to wait in long lines to get an elevator to my floor. Even then its always full of people pushing and crowding to get on or off. I'm always among the last to get off, so I always tried get to the back of the elevator to avoid being shoved around.

It started with this guy getting to the back of the elevator ahead of me. I don't know why, but I always go to the left side of the elevator when I walk in. As soon as the doors opened, he would hurry in and go all the way to the back of the elevator on the left side, leaving me just enough room to get in the corner. The others would crowd in around us like sardines and we would start the long stop start trip to the top.

At first, all he did was smile when I got on as though he were playing some sort of game by getting to the back before I did. After a couple of days of seeing each other, we began saying good morning. It was around the second week that I began noticing what felt like his hand touching my butt. At first it felt more like an accidental brush, but it was enough so I felt it. Soon after that it went to a soft massage like rub right where my bubble butt, is the roundest. I tried changing position's thinking he would stop, but it didn't help. Not wanting to give up my spot, I stood there allowing him feel my butt all the way to the top. It didn't take long until the massage became more prominent by giving my butt a gentle squeeze now and then. By allowing him to touch my ass and letting my mind run wild, I was soon becoming wet by the time I reached the floor where I got off the elevator.

The first few time's this happened, I turned and gave him a sort of dirty look as I was getting off the elevator, not wanting him to know I was actually enjoying what he'd been doing, but wanted him to know I knew what he was doing. All he ever did was smile back at me with what I felt was a knowing smile. This massaging my ass went on for a week or so, then one morning, using his fingers he gripped my ass just hard enough to let me know he was doing it.

Within a week he was gripping my ass and I found myself moving back against his hand. When I began pushing back against his hand he moved his hand onto my leg just below my skirt and within a few days his hand began to move up under my skirt caressing my inner thigh. From then on things began moving pretty fast. He knew by then I wasn't going to cause trouble so it wasn't long after that, he began feeling me up and began touching the crotch of my panties with his finger tips. From then on I was soaked every morning and by the time I reached my floor, I was ready to get off in more ways than one.

I had never realized how being felt up by a stranger rubbing my pussy through my panties, would help me get through the long boring day. Every day I sat and thought about what he'd done on the way up that morning and wondered what he had planned for the next morning. How long would he go on teasing me, before getting me off. What if I moaned or screamed when I cum. That would be pretty embarrassing, but I wasn't about to stop him now. As time went on, I wondered how many times he had played this game and with who. How long would he play his little game with me, before becoming bored and find someone new to play with. By now I'd begun to enjoy playing his little game and hoped he wouldn't tire of me and look for someone new. It had become very enjoyable and I wanted him to continue rubbing my pussy, even if it was through my panties.

Ch. 02 A whole new level

It was Friday and once again I was standing off to the right side of him while his fingers teased my very wet pussy. He managed to move my panty out of the way and slide a finger up into into me, I almost gasped as he worked it slowly in and out of my hot cunt, but before I could get off, he eased it slowly out of me. As we neared my floor, I felt him putting something in my hand. I closed my hand over it and as the door opened to let me out I turned and smiled at him. He smiled back as the doors closed and left me standing there, wondering if I dared to look at what he had given me. I opened my hand to find a piece of folded paper. I went down the hall to our offices where I sat down at my desk and opened the paper. It said, The weather has turned chilly, wear a bulky knit sweater to work. If you're not wearing a bra. it will be worth extra points.

I spent much of the day wondering what he meant by extra points and most of the weekend I spent wondering what he was going to do Monday morning. I began to think maybe this game was beginning to get a little out of hand and was going to talk with Gary about it, but decided he might go to work with me and confront the guy and cause a big scene and maybe end up getting in trouble and since no one in the elevator had ever seen anything going on between us it would be my word against his. As I thought about it I decided rather than say anything about it to Gary, I would play the game besides, it really wasn't hurting anything.

Sunday turned off warm, so I decided not to wear a bulky sweater as he had requested in the note. I did put on a loose fitting, pullover sweater along with a bikini style bra. I remembered the note had said it would be worth extra points if I left it off, but oh well, not today. I wanted to show him he didn't have complete control of me, not yet anyway. As I got on the elevator that morning, I could see he wasn't real pleased with me not wearing what he had told me to wear. I smiled at him as walked into the elevator and he did return my smile.

People were still crowding onto to the elevator as I felt his hand slid up under my skirt. His fingers soon began caressing my pussy through my panties causing me once again to become very wet before we had even reached the half way point on our way to the top. I pushed back against his fingers wanting him to finger me like he'd done Friday, but instead of fingering me he continued to play with my pussy through my panties, he was punishing me for breaking the rules by not wearing the bulky sweater and no bra. He fingered my pussy through my panties until I became very close to having an orgasm, then left me there. God I wanted to feel his finger in my pussy. I needed to have an orgasm so bad it hurt. I felt like screaming, fuck me you damn pervert.

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