She tried to shrug it off and get ready for work. Another long, boring day of wishing she was anywhere else getting fucked by anyone, everyone. She sighed, got showered and dressed. Even though she was distracted, Kimmy was careful to make sure she looked good. And she did. At 27 her body was in perfect condition. Her tits were firm (if a little on the small side), her stomach was flat, her ass was round and her legs went on forever. She pulled her dirty blond hair into a ponytail, pulled on a body fitting red dress with matching stiletto heels. Not very practical, but very sexy.

Kimmy gave herself a last once over in the mirror, grabbed her purse and teetered off to the subway. The ride was rough for her. Being pressed up so closely against strangers was very arousing, and she blushed, glad no one could hear her thoughts. One day, she told herself, one day I’m just going to drop to my knees and suck the closest cock. That would be a nice change to a boring routine. The thought made her smile.

She was still grinning when she walked into her office building, just missing a crowded elevator. Kimmy pressed the button to call the other one, but nothing happened. Shit, she thought. I’m going to be late. Just then one of the maintenance men, Miguel came by and told her the second elevator had been out of service over night, but would be active in just a moment. She nodded at him, straightened her dress and stroked her hair while she waited.

Just as Miguel had promised, the elevator arrived soon, and Kimmy walked in. She pressed the button for her floor and took a deep breath. Another boring chore, standing in an elevator. She realized she should have thanked Miguel better. If he was in the elevator with her now she could let him stroke her tits, or squeeze her tight ass. Even though she’d never do such a thing, the very idea made Kimmy wet. She pressed her legs together and licked her lips. This was going to be a very long day.

Suddenly the elevator car jerked to a stop and Kimmy was thrown to the left. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Stupid heels, she thought. The elevator remained still, and she cursed. Kimmy got up on her knees and reached for the panel to use the emergency phone. She tried to stay calm as the phone rang for a few moments. Finally a voice responded and she explained that she was stuck in the elevator. The voice on the other end told her to hang on, as if she was going anywhere. Three or four minutes passed and Kimmy began to panic. What was going on? She yelled into the phone for help, but got no response, though the line was still open. She could hear voices in the background. Fuck, she thought. That asshole forgot all about me, and I’m stuck here.

Kimmy dropped the emergency phone and reached into her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and called the building’s front desk. She was relieved to hear Miguel’s voice on the other end. She told him she was stuck in the elevator. He gasped and asked if she was alright. She told him yes, but explained her inability to get help. He promised to work on it and call her right back. She thanked him and hung up.

Calmed from her conversation with Miguel, Kimmy was no longer afraid. Instead her earlier thoughts of him crept back into her head. She imagined him coming into the elevator to rescue her, and thought of ways to show her appreciation. She moaned as she felt herself get wet again. She sat down on the floor of the elevator, phone in her lap to wait for Miguel’s call.

In the meantime Kimmy’s mind continued to wander. She imagined that Miguel was stuck in the elevator with her, and the lights had gone out. In the dark they stood close to each other, not speaking. After a moment she felt his hand slide down her back to cup her ass. She moaned. His had slid lower, beneath the hem of her dress, and back up again, on the inside. He let his fingers creep up between her legs to her damp panties. His fingers slipped inside and played over her engorged clit and dripping pussy lips. Kimmy spread her legs to give him better access and let her head fall backward as his fingers started to vibrate on her pussy with a buzzing sound…

Kimmy was jolted from her fantasy by her phone vibrating in her lap. Her eyes flew open, she was still sitting on the floor of the elevator alone, panting. She grabbed the phone, and gasped hello. Miguel was on the other end, promising that help was coming, but it would be another 30-40 minutes. From her voice he thought she was upset. But she was actually so turned on she thought she might scream. An idea formed in her head. She told Miguel that she was afraid, and would he please call her every five minutes just to check in? He agreed, and she smiled.

Kimmy let herself fall back into her fantasy, but not before sliding her phone under her dress and pressing it up tightly against the soaking gusset of her panties. And right on cue, five minutes later it vibrated to life. Kimmy moaned and squeezed her hard nipples. She grabbed the phone and could smell her juices on it. She flipped it open and thanked Miguel for calling. She’d talk to him again in a few minutes.

They continued like that through four calls. Kimmy would imagine Miguel there with her, fucking her from behind, bent over against the wall. And her riding him on the floor. And him sliding his dick into her mouth as she fingered herself. The fourth call came in just as Kimmy was beginning to cum. She screamed as her entire body shook.

As she began to recover from the intense orgasm she realized something was different. Kimmy opened her eyes and saw that the elevator door was open, and a group of people stood outside starting at her. I guess that call was to tell me everything was fixed, she thought. Kimmy stood with as much grace as she could muster, straightened her clothes, picked up her purse and stepped from the elevator. From behind her a voice called out that she’d left her phone in the elevator. She ignored it and kept walking.

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