The New Neighbor
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Chapter 3: The Elevator Incident
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Elevator Incident - I'd been living alone in my sixth-floor apartment ever since my husband died in that tragic accident a few years ago. The building was old, with a shared courtyard where neighbors sometimes crossed paths, but I usually kept my distance. That day it was pouring rain, one of those downpours that turns the streets into rivers. As I entered the courtyard, I saw a tall man, his skin as dark as ebony, soaked to the bone, waiting in front of the elevator door.
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It happened one Tuesday morning. I was going down to do the shopping, presentable, in my respectable widow’s floral dress, when the elevator stopped on the seventh floor.
Tendai and Jabari got in, dressed for work—they’re construction workers, I think, or something that requires wearing those tank tops that show arms like tree trunks.
“Good morning, Mrs. Elena,” said Tendai, with that smile that always seemed to spell trouble.
“Good morning, guys,” I replied, already feeling the heat rising up my neck.
The elevator doors closed. Tendai pressed the emergency stop button.
“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I knew perfectly well what they were doing.
“We have fifteen minutes before someone notices the elevator’s stopped,” Jabari said, approaching from behind. His hands found my hips. “Fifteen minutes is a long time, don’t you think?”
Tendai knelt in front of me, lifting my dress with an efficiency that spoke of practice. His tongue found my center before I could protest—not that I would.
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