As soon as the elevator door slides shut you lean over to me. I feel my body react to the closeness; it’s been awhile since you’ve made such a move toward me. Too long, in fact.

As we begin to descend, your mouth reaches mine. We kiss passionately, voraciously, savagely. It is the culmination of two months of loneliness. Of hurt feelings. Of frustration. Of – what’s the opposite of fulfillment? Of that, whatever it is.

By the time the elevator stops moving, we are just getting started. The door opens to the cold, empty garage, and I press the button for the top floor. It shuts, and we rise through the elevator shaft. As we do, I kiss and suck your neck, my hands caressing your curves. Your arms are wrapped around me, and I feel a spark as I think back to times when this kind of thing came easier for us.

The elevator stops on the top floor. I open my eyes long enough to peer out into the corridor. No one is waiting to get on, and good thing, too, because they’d be getting quite an eyeful. I press the button marked G, and when the door shuts we resume.

My hands slide under your top, and I exult in the familiar sensation of your skin beneath my fingertips. I’m not ready to sneak my way into your bra just yet, but we’ll get there. For now, I want to feel the electricity that I know exists between us. It’s the best.

By the time the elevator nears the bottom level of the building, you are sucking wantonly on my tongue as my thumbs caress your nipples through their cover. When we reach the garage it is once again empty; this is typical for ten AM on a weekday. I hurriedly jab a button on the panel, sending the elevator back up to the top floor.

The door closes slowly and I work my hands into your bra, feeling your excited nipples between my fingers. I roll them gently at first, then pinch them. You purr as you feel the pressure, and we start to ascend once again. Though we both know that we’ll have to stop if someone boards the elevator, it’s the furthest thing from our minds.

By the time we get to the top floor, your top has been pulled way up, your tits are out of your bra, and the elevator isn’t the only thing that’s on the rise. You can feel my arousal pressing against you, and reach down to knead it lustfully. I hump your hand slowly, rhythmically, hoping you’ll unzip my pants and take it out. It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything like that.

I press the button for the garage, and before the doors have even closed I’m sucking your nipple. I listen for the chime that signals an unexpected stop to take on new passengers, but for the most part I am focused on the task at hand. At any rate, the chime never sounds. As we move slowly, deliberately down the shaft, I’ve got my hands on your breasts, drawing both to my mouth, hungry to taste as much of you as I can.

We slow things down as we approach the bottom floor; I wonder if you’re going to suggest we wrap it up and get to the day’s errands. But you don’t, and I waste no time before pressing the button to return us to the top floor. Rather than getting back to your tits, I unbuckle your belt and slip my hand into your jeans. My fingers brush aside your soft cotton panties, and my heart thunders as the anticipation all but overwhelms me.

Your arousal is evident as my fingers move rhythmically inside you; you moan quietly, as though afraid of being heard even here in the confines of the elevator. After a moment I pull my hand out of your pants and bring it up to my mouth. I miss the taste of you on my tongue, and even as I return my hand to your panties and strum your delicate labia, I wish I was devouring you instead.

As the door opens onto the empty corridor at the top floor, you whisper “Fuck me.” Though I can scarcely believe I heard you, it isn’t something I need you to say twice. Before the door has shut, my jeans are open and I’m hurrying to free my erection. You reach down to help and my cock springs out, landing in the palm of your hand with a dull thud. It’s throbbing, aching to fill you, and as I press the button marked G, you turn away from me, yank down your jeans and panties in one single motion, and brace yourself against the wall.

In an instant I am buried deep inside you, my hands grasping your ample hips as I fuck you for all I’m worth. My pelvis jackhammers against your ass, each thrust stroking your G-spot. I reach up for your hair and pull your mouth to mine, kissing you hungrily. Then I return my hand to your hip, holding you steady as I move in and out of you.

This time when the elevator reaches the garage, we don’t even bother to stop what we’re doing. The door slides shut and I press the button for the top floor. As we ascend, you bend all the way over, your hands on the cold stainless steel floor of the car, and I move my hands to your ass, spreading you open and thrusting ever deeper. The sounds of our bodies moving in unison are conspicuous and intense, and they fuel our arousal. I reach around to your clit and circle it with my fingers even as the head of my cock continues to goad you toward climax.

We reach the top floor and keep going. Down to the garage again without stopping or even slowing down. Back up to the top floor without the slightest concern for discovery, and then when I reach for the button I’ve been pressing for almost half an hour now, you smack my hand away and press the one for our own floor. After a moment, the doors open to the familiar corridor that leads to our unit, and we pull up our pants and exit.

Looks like our errands will have to wait.