That day, I happened to be working overtime, about an hour later than usual. I saw the elevator just stopped, and I hurriedly called out before the door closed.
"Oh, please wait. I'm getting on!"
"It's been a while, Andrew. Good work today."
"Good work, Mr. Smith. Are you heading home now too?"
"You too, Andrew? To be honest, I wanted to do a bit more, but the labor laws have been strict lately."
Mr. Smith laughed as he said that. Even though it was by chance, I felt lucky to be with Mr. Smith. He was the senior who helped me during my new employee training, reliable, kind, and his teaching was clear and easy to understand. A cool, handsome guy with a refreshing demeanor. The kind of senior you admire. We were in different departments, so I didn't get to see him often, but just seeing his face boosted my motivation.
"We haven't seen each other lately because we're in different departments, but you seem well."
"Yes, I'm enjoying my work."
As we were having a short conversation, the elevator suddenly shook violently. The lights went out. No way, did it stop? Mr. Smith pressed all the floor buttons and then the emergency button.
"The elevator has stopped. It's the third unit in the K Building."
Even though Mr. Smith pressed all the floor buttons, the doors didn't open, which meant it stopped in an awkward position. We didn't know when help would arrive. I couldn't help but grip the handle of my bag tightly.
"Understood. Please take care of it."
"Mr. Smith..."
"They said they'll come soon."
A pitch-dark enclosed space. Inside the elevator, not knowing when help would come. Suddenly, fear and loneliness overwhelmed me. In the elevator where the heating had stopped, I began to shiver from the cold and loneliness, rubbing my arms as if to hug myself tightly.
"Andrew... are you okay?"
"Uh, yes. I'm okay..."
I was aware that my voice didn't sound okay to anyone listening. But if I didn't pretend to be strong, I wouldn't hold up. It was good that it was dark because my face must have looked pale, making my words less convincing.
"The heating seems to be off too. It's cold, so come closer."
"Y-yes."
I timidly stood next to Mr. Smith. Even so, I hesitated to get too close, leaving about 15 centimeters between us, settling in a spot where our shoulders barely touched. When I glanced at Mr. Smith, our eyes met.
"Why are you so far away? Come closer, it won't help otherwise."
"Well, it's just that I'm nervous..."
He pulled my arm, and I fell into his chest, being embraced. The surprise stopped my breath and my trembling at the same time. My bag slipped off my shoulder with a thud. Hesitantly, I grasped his jacket.
"Mr. Smith?"
"It's cold today."
He said that and sealed my lips. Surprised by the light kiss, I looked up. Even so, I didn't refuse. I slightly stood on tiptoe, silently asking for a second time.
His tongue pried open my tightly closed lips, entwining with my fleeing tongue. Before I could say anything, he sealed my lips again, and the cologne that always gently wafted from him smelled stronger.
"Mmm, ah, Mr. Smith, I can't stand..."
"This is getting dangerous..."
Mr. Smith pulled away without saying anything. I didn't say anything either. It had been so cold that I was shivering, but now my body was unbearably hot. I wouldn't have minded if things had continued as they were.
"Are you okay? It'll start moving soon."
In less than ten minutes, the maintenance people arrived, and we were rescued from the elevator. Thinking about it, it was probably a good thing it stopped there. It wasn't as cold as inside the elevator, but the stairs were a bit chilly as we descended.
"I was surprised it stopped. I'm glad help came quickly."
"Yes, it was surprising."
We somehow walked together to the station. I couldn't look at Mr. Smith's face. Should I ask about why he hugged me or why he kissed me? It all felt a bit awkward to ask, and maybe the suspension bridge effect made my heart race. We had been having a casual conversation, but naturally, we stopped in front of a love hotel.
"What do you want to do?"
"If you're okay with it, Mr. Smith, I have no reason to refuse..."
He took my hand, and we went through the automatic door, pressing the button for a suitable room.
Another elevator. The thought of the kiss crossed my mind, and the heat that had been smoldering inside me rose in temperature. I wondered what would have happened if help hadn't come for hours. Such thoughts crossed my mind. As soon as the heavy metal door opened, I was kissed, and with a loud noise, the door closed and locked behind us.
"Mr. Smith, wait a moment. Maybe a shower..."
"Sorry, I can't wait right now."
With that, we tumbled onto the bed. The orange light was so bright it was almost dazzling, and I fumbled to dim it a bit between kisses. In the meantime, my jacket was tossed aside, and Mr. Smith clumsily loosened his tie. Is it cliché to find such a sight exciting? I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
"It was so cold earlier, but now it's so hot."
"Mmm."
His hand slipped under the hem of my camisole, tracing the lines of my body, and a faint pleasure brushed my skin. When I took off the camisole, I heard Mr. Smith gasp at the sight of my exposed underwear. Gently, his lips descended into the hollow of my collarbone.
He unhooked my bra, and his hand slipped into the gap of the lifted cup. My heartbeat was still racing, as if it was pulsing to my fingertips. I felt like my heartbeat was being transmitted to Mr. Smith through his palm, and I couldn't help but avert my eyes. As he rubbed the sensitive tip with a firm core, a tingling pleasure spread like a wave.
Just feeling his hot breath made the sensitive tip react, and he licked it gently.
"Ah!"
"Your voice is cute."
He rubbed it with his lips, and I felt a trickle of honey-like sensation. Just the caress of my chest wasn't enough, and I rubbed my thighs together. Just a little rubbing made a small wet sound. He removed my skirt and stockings, and stroked my inner thighs. He teased the edge of my leg, barely touching it, and a thrill of pleasure shot up.
"Ah, ah!"
I felt the sensation of honey trickling down and soaking into my underwear.
Just a gentle stroke of the crotch area with his fingertips made a high-pitched wet sound, and I knew without looking that I was already dripping wet. In no time, he removed the last piece, and his fingers stroked me directly.
"Ah, mmm!"
He rubbed my sensitive clit, and my hips trembled exaggeratedly. He scooped up the dripping honey and rubbed it in, making my head spin. Sweet moans escaped my lips involuntarily. He placed his hands on my thighs and spread my legs wide.
"No, it's embarrassing! Ah, don't look so closely..."
Tears of shame welled up.
"Liar. You don't hate being looked at. Because you got wetter when I looked."
Even shame turned into pleasure, and honey kept trickling down. My body and reason were screaming opposite things. Everything mixed in my head, and in the confusion, my reason and thought process melted away.
"More, Mr. Smith."
"Sure, as you wish."
As if following his slightly grandiose words, he licked my clit with a wet sound, making my spine arch. While rubbing my swollen clit with his index finger and thumb, his tongue entered and exited shallowly. Every time his tongue moved in and out, honey splattered.
"No, ah, ah! If you do that, I'll come!"
"Come, Andrew."
Being called by my name for the first time, pleasure shot up my spine.
"Ah, ah, ahhh!"
A particularly intense pleasure burst. My vision flickered, and the pleasure I couldn't escape turned entirely into voice. Even though I had just come, Mr. Smith's member, covered with protection, rubbed against my entrance. Just a little rubbing made my instinctive honeyed mouth open and close.
"Get on top. I like it when you're on top."
I swayed my hips on top of Mr. Smith, aligning myself with his honeyed mouth, and as I lowered my hips, a vivid pleasure and dull pain shot through me.
"Ah, it went in..."
"Was it your first time?"
"No, it's just been a while, and I'm not used to it..."
The boyfriend I dated in school was indifferent, and towards the end, we barely had any intimacy. It's been three years since we broke up. It's been a long time since I've accepted a man. I must have looked like I was in pain because Mr. Smith gently stroked my cheek with concern.
"Is it too tight?"
"I'm okay."
After waiting a bit for it to settle, I slowly moved my hips. The overflowing honey acted as a lubricant, making it smoother, and I adjusted the angle to hit the right spot. Maybe it wasn't enough, as Mr. Smith grabbed my hips with his large hands and thrust up from below. The strong stimulation made me moan.
"Ah, ah, no, it's hitting deep!"
He thrust up from below, and with my weight, he reached deeper than usual, making my insides tighten. He pried open my cervix, making my moans come out in broken intervals. The sensation of climax rising.
"Ah, I'm going to come again!"
"Me too."
"Ah, ah, I'm coming!"
He thrust deep inside, and my insides tightened. Almost simultaneously, Mr. Smith's member throbbed strongly.
"For a moment, I thought it was your first time and was surprised. If it were your first time, I wouldn't have let you be on top, and I would have taken more time and cared about the situation."
I discovered for the first time that he had a surprisingly romantic side.
"It's not my first time, but it was my first time on top."
"Hmm. It makes me realize how small and simple a person I am. Let's fill the bath and have a bubble bath."
"Yes..."
Mr. Smith filled the bath and added bath salts. As we soaked in the bubble bath, he suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry for being forceful in the elevator. I apologize. Seeing you look so lonely, it got to me, and your shoulders and waist were thinner than I thought, and I lost my self-control. I acted like I was rejecting you suddenly, and it must have confused you. I regret that behavior."
"I'm not angry. I didn't resist either. If it had taken longer for help to come, I might have been okay with it continuing."
Mr. Smith, looking dejected, seemed genuinely remorseful, appearing much younger than usual.
"I was annoyed that I wasn't your first, but when you said it was your first time on top, I got excited. Men are stupid, aren't they? After all this, it's strange to say it now, but Andrew, I like you. Please go out with me."
"Confessing in a bubble bath at a love hotel in formal language... Haha, I like you too. Please take care of me."
Mr. Smith hugged me tightly as I laughed, and the water splashed loudly.
Fin.
