I had left my husband at home with the children and had gone to the city for a couple days of shopping and relaxation. At Macy’s I paused as I looked at the men’s cologne. Should I?
My heart pounded as I looked over the displays.
“May I help you?” The woman behind the counter asked.
“Yes.” I couldn’t believe I was going through with it. I had discovered the brand of cologne purely by chance. “Do you have any ‘Very Valentino’?”
The woman turned to the case behind her and retrieved a small bottle. “We have it in two sizes.
The aroma made my knees go weak. “I’ll take that size.”
I had taken a long bath in the hotel room and was getting to slip into bed. I closed the curtains, and slipped into the bed. Reaching up, I turned the lights out. The room was black, not a glimmer of light.
The smell of the cologne hung in the air as I held the towel I had sprayed close to my nose. It brought back the memories. I took my hand and put it between my legs, I was almost surprised to find myself already wet. My mind traveled back to that day...
I didn’t pay much attention to the man standing in the back of the elevator when I got on. Maybe I should have. I just got on, turned and faced the door, and pressed the button for the thirty-fifth floor.
The door closed and the elevator began to rise. Just past the eighteenth floor, all the lights went out and the elevator stopped. It was pitch black, not the slightest hint of light
“Great,” I muttered.
I remembered the man in the elevator with me. The aroma of his cologne reached my nostrils. He was moving closer to me. My body tensed up. I looked up, praying for the lights to come back on.
His arms closed around me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. He was taller than I was, as I could feel his chin on the top of my head. His grip was commanding, but not forceful.
‘This can’t be happening to me.’
Slowly his hands moved over the front of my suit coat, his palms flat against my body. I closed my eyes hoping it would end. His hold on me was too great, I tried to squirm away from him to no avail.
His fingers undid the buttons to my coat. My heart pounded as he slipped his hands into my coat. He held his hands flat against my stomach, and they started to move slowly up my body.
‘Why won’t the lights come on?’ My eyes close, hoping this is just a bad dream. His hands are just below my breasts. His touch was firm, I tried to squirm away, but his grip was too tight.
I curse my body’s reaction to his touch in silence. I can feel my nipples harden and my areolas crinkling as his hands cup my breasts. His hands are spread open, completely covering each breast. In a slow and deliberate motion, he pulls my breasts upwards, his thumb, and forefinger squeezing my breast until he is pinching my nipple.
‘No!’ I scream silently as I feel a wave of pleasure flow through my body. I don’t want to feel like this. Over and over, he relaxes his hold on my breasts only to repeat his fondling until he is pinching and pulling on my nipples.
‘Why do I feel so warm?’ I can feel the heat growing between my legs, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me.
It’s feeling of fear and excitement that I am experiencing as his fingers begin to undo my blouse. I don’t want him to do this, but I yearn to feel his hands on my naked breasts. His hands feel warm and strong as they touch my naked belly. They don’t have the soft feeling of a man that sits behind a desk, they have a feeling of a man that uses his hands for his work.
‘Please.’ My voice in my head pleads. I’m not sure what I’m pleading for though. His hands are cupping my bra-encased breasts. My nipples are so stiff that they ache. It’s almost a relief when his fingers pinch them.
I can’t believe my body is betraying me, I can feel a warm growing inside of me. My desire grows even more when he slides my bra up over my breasts, and begins to fondle them. I don’t want to admit it, but I like the feeling of his hands on my bare tits. It’s almost as if he knows how I want to be touched.
‘I wonder what it looks like?’ I wonder as I feel his hard heat pressing ever closer to me. Part of me wants him to stop and another part of me wants him to continue. I shudder when he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolls and pulls on them at the same time.
I feel his hips moving, humping me slightly and a warm flush crosses my face as my own hips respond involuntarily.
‘Oh my god, he’s not!’ I scream silently as I feel his one hand drop and pull my dress up. His foot pushes against mine, forcing my legs to open and his right hand moves over the silky material of my underwear.
‘He’s going to find the dampness and know I’m becoming turned on.’ I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as I feel his fingers run between my legs.
‘What will he think if he slides his hand in my panties and find that I’ve shaved myself?’ My face burns even hotter as I remember masturbating to a story I had read online, and then seeing the look of excitement on my husband’s face when he realized what I had done.
His hand slips into my panties as his other hand continues fondling and squeezing my breasts and nipples. I feel his fingers pause for a moment on my smooth mound. His hardness presses even harder against me.
‘No!’ I whisper to myself as his finger pushes between my now swollen labia to my creamy wetness. He hooks his finger slightly, drags it back, and presses against my excited clit.