First Time - A Vicki Story – Chapter 1

Vicki punched the button for the elevator with mixed feelings. She was already running fifteen minutes late. Usually she arranged her day to allow herself an extra twenty minutes to walk up and down the stairs from the 40th floor, but today, she was running behind and she had no intentions of being late for her date. Of all the reasons she hated her claustrophobia, was of the toll it took on her social life.

Her impending date did nothing to make the prospect of riding the elevator more appealing; however just thinking about locking herself into the metal cube filled Vicki with panic. She was afraid, bordering on terrified, but determined to keep her date rather than allow her claustrophobia to ruin yet another evening’s plans.

The elevator was empty, a blessing. Relieved, Vicki tried not to hear the door sliding shut on its track as she shut her eyes and began breathing deeply. When she felt the sharp jolt of the box halt what seamed like an eternity later, she opened her eyes, only to find that she’d stopped three floors down and groaned as the doors snicked open, wondering if she would finish the ride with an audience.

A single passenger got in the while she debated about how sweaty she’d get and how late she’d be if she fled down the stairs, rather than face the cab’s descent. Absorbed in her own struggles, she barely registered the new occupant, noticing only that it was a tall man in an overcoat and business suit. Before she could decide whether to stay or exit, she heard the man impatiently jab the button to close the doors, making her decision for her.

She closed her eyes again, silently hoping that it would be over quickly, that the new passenger would maintain the barrier of distance, common to polite strangers. Pulse thundering in her ears, she felt the stomach dropping descent resume and then stop, only a second later. Her eyes flew open, as she looked to confirm her worst suspicions. The doors did not open and she turned to the number panel above the frame for answers.

They has stopped but she couldn’t tell exactly where as the electronic panel was blank. For the first time, she turned to look at her temporary companion.

‘What do we’, she stopped her question with a sudden flood of tears, her panic surfacing with a vengeance. The stranger touched her arm, trying to get her attention.

Hey, are you okay?’ he asked her, still distracted by their situation, but increasingly concerned about her overreaction to it.

When he stepped onto the elevator, he’d thought she was tired, or possibly sick as she had looked shaky and little pale. The other thing he’d noticed about her was the way her blazer failed to conceal the figure hugging dress underneath it.

She was becoming hysterical and Mike didn’t want to deal with a hysterical woman, all he wanted to do was figure out the problem, get out of the elevator and be on his way home. He’d had a long enough day already, leaving him tired, impatient and cranky. He was in no mood for the apparently multiple problems he’d been handed and tried talking to her ‘Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure it will be over before you know it’.

This had no apparent effect as she struggled visibly to pull herself together, succeeding only minimally. Mike took this as a positive sign and continued to speak soothing words.

‘There you go. You look a little shaky. Do you want to sit down?’ He took off his overcoat as he said this, gently folding it to the floor as a makeshift seat. Despite his valiant effort, she shook her head in reply. When she did this, a bead of sweat dislodged from her hairline and trailed down her left cheek. ‘Are you hot? Maybe you should take off your jacket?’

Although Vicki didn’t reply, she took his advice and removed her jacket, folding it onto his own coat on the floor. In spite of the bizarre circumstances, Mike caught himself checking her out as she performed this simple action. Even though she was pale, she had been nice looking before their current situation; removing the jacket revealed her stunning figure even more clearly. The form fitting black dress accentuated her nicely rounded arse and drew attention down to her tanned and bare legs.

But taking off her jacket, didn’t seem to make Vicki any more comfortable as sweat was increasingly visible on her face and at her neckline.

‘What do we do? What’s going on, are we stuck?’ She asked him again. Adding the new, if not very helpful, question Though he felt somewhat sorry for her, in his snappish mood, Mike had to refrain from pointing out that they were obviously stuck, a fact any child could see.

The delay this restraint caused in his response time seemed to encourage her to resume panicking.

‘Ohh God’, she blurted out in a tumbled-together rush, ‘we’re going to die here, I know it. Ohh God’.

Despite her hysteria, Mike fancied himself a gentleman. He had no real life previous experience with hysterical women and so had little to go on in terms of the proper response.

He had no desire to slap her, instead, he did the only thing that came to mind, took her in his arms and kissed her firmly on the mouth, he expected to be slapped, but also thought that she’d use the moment to get herself together, Mike only hoped that he wouldn’t be accused of attacking her in a vulnerable situation. But, there was little time to think it out.

He was, however, completely unprepared for her response.

Rather than slap him or yell, she threw herself on him, kiss with an open mouth while her hands clutched at his shoulders. There was no time for thinking, he responded on instinct. An attractive woman was kissing him and he acted accordingly. Sinking his hand in her hair, he drew her face closer, searching her mouth with a deeper kiss. His other hand went to the small of her back, pulling her body against him possessively.

Vicki was well past thinking. The paralysing fear that gripped her when the elevator stopped was leaving her, replaced instead with urgent and irrational desire. She wanted this man almost as much as she wanted to be free of their steel coffin and as the kiss deepened, she wanted him more. Only the heat sparked by their kiss promised to take her away from the hideous grip of her panic.

As he pulled her body to his own, she lowered her arms from his shoulders to his waist, grabbing him forcefully with her hands, taking account of the thing her conscious mind wasn’t capable of registering, his strong back under the jacket, the firmness of his arse under her palms. She let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper when he abruptly broke the kiss.

Mike had no idea how far this woman intended to take their encounter, but his prick was growing hard and if it was going to stop, it had to be soon. He broke their kiss, pulling back slightly for air.

Before he had a chance to debate the appropriate move, she let out a soft cry of disappointment at his retreat and began fumblingly reaching under his jacket, straining to find his belt.

This only inflamed him further and he resumed their embrace, reaching down her right side and clutching her dress in his fingers and drew the hem up to her waist. Vicki had just an instant for her panic to resurface. Before she could succumb to it, she used the new space between them to desperately grab for his belt, looking to free him from his pants.

She had two options, absolute terror or wild uncontained desire.

It was no contest; lust took over her body and soothed her mind with its all consuming focus on getting to his prick, resuming her attack on his body. When she felt him raising her dress, she redoubled her efforts to free his prick, finally finding and opening his belt.

Oblivious to their surroundings and circumstances, Mike slid his hands under her dress squeezing her firm cheeks in his strong hands. His prick responded to the feel of her flesh and seemed to strain toward her questing hands as she finally got them to cooperate in the task of unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper.

Taken by a growing need for release, he hooked his thumbs under the strings of her underwear, slid them down far enough to see between her slightly spread thighs and exposing a smooth mound.

As his hands made their first real contact with her bare skin, Vicki lost all remaining glimpses of rational thought. Any lingering doubt or awareness of consequences fled as she lost herself in the moment. Finally successful in clearing her path, she reached into his trousers to stroke his stiff shaft through his pants.

His hard prick throbbed a steady pulse even through the fabric, silently but insistently begging her to put her fingers through the fly and stroke his naked skin. She answered the urgent cry aggressively, spurred on by the feeling of his flattened hand sliding around her body to find her dripping sex. Something was bothering Mike and his conscious mind couldn’t quite figure it out.

The majority of his brainpower was being absorbed by his body’s responses as the beautiful stranger freed his prick and stroked it aggressively, apparently intent on attacking him whether he like it or not. As his fingertips slid between her lower lips, making brushing contact with her clit, the warning signals his brain had been trying to send finally reached him, he didn’t have a condom. ‘Oh, fuck’, he thought, ‘Perfect’. Just what he needed, to father the child of a stranger, hot body or not, it wasn’t worth the risk.

His prick disagreed. He told himself the oldest male lie ‘It’ll be alright, I’ll pull out in time’. Having made his decision, he pulled back from her just long enough to drop his trousers and pants. In one swift motion, he slid his hands around her arse and lifted her body to impale her on his throbbing hard on.

When their bodies slid together, she let out a cry of surprise that quickly turned to one of insatiable lust. When he pulled away from her, she felt almost heartbroken and her stomach fluttered.

Normally she would have been mortified but that had gone along with her shyness and her sanity and when he pulled her back to him, lifting her onto his body, she was shocked at his strength and speed. Her shock was quickly supplanted as her body reminded her of its needs, his raging prick lit a fire in her rather than extinguishing her desires and it made her want him more.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her body with the strength of her calves and thighs. As their bodies slapped together, she felt an orgasm welling within her, much quicker and stronger than was usual for her. Her long drought and the crazy circumstances didn’t matter to her body all that mattered was the rhythm, the force of his thrusts and the radiating electricity coming from her hypersensitive clit.

Her orgasm took her almost immediately Mike didn’t know whether to be impressed or disappointed that she was so easily pleased. He could feel her inner walls contract, holding him in place as her body thrashed in release.

Even if he could have moved more, it was all he could do to hold her flailing body up without letting her fall off of and onto her arse. He was relieved when she began to come down from the heights, expecting her to relax in his hands, but she became rigid and nearly motionless, her panting breath the only sign that she was still conscious of him.

As her body pushed past the limit and into the swell of orgasm, her mind found a blissful peace she’d been missing since the moment the metal box stopped. But as her body filled with the glow what should have been post orgasm satisfaction, her mind turned away from the lust that had been her distraction.

She found herself tensing up, her mind again fixated on the possibility of their death, her claustrophobia making the already close quarters seem smaller, coffin like. She let out a single sob of fear and frustration ‘Help me’, she choked into his ear, begging him to do something to quell the fear that once again threatened to steal her sanity.

‘Please the walls’, she tried to explain, but her panic was making her incoherent, making it impossible to explain what had to seem like some kind of rejection of him. When she cried in his ear, he finally thought he understood.

She was afraid.

He wasn’t sure exactly what she was afraid of, but at least he knew she was over the line. That was comforting somehow. Her plea for help aroused his desire to help her, while it also inflamed his desire to fuck the daylights out of her. He’d never before been in a situation anything like this and now she was begging him to take control, to do something to help her. He gently set her back on her feet, spinning her around on shaky legs before they could give out under her.

Pulling her body back against him, he held her by the hips, allowing her to stay upright and giving him an angle to resume their disrupted coupling. His strong hands and firm hold on her reawakened her body, bringing out a side of her she’d never seen before. When he moved to penetrate her again, her body burned with the desire for more, wanting stimulation strong enough to quench her desire and silence her panicking cries for good.

She leaned forward slightly, not thinking about it, just allowing him to rub his length between her arse cheeks.

He took her body’s backward movement as a hint and changed his angle, but before she could react or tell him no, entered her. Mike held Vicki motionless, letting her adjust to his intrusion and as she began to move against him, moving with him, rather than against, he reached around her hip and stroke her clit.

Vicki started to push back against him with everything she had, as her arse began radiating pleasure. The contact with her clit drove her lust and she pushed back at him, pulling him into her with every muscle in her body as another orgasm began to build.

For his part, Mike couldn’t believe the turn his day had taken, his prick was making its way into the luscious pussy of a stranger in an elevator stuck between floors. Her tightness was unbelievable, she was on fire and felt like molten lava around his stiff prick and he was lost in it. As she began to relax, she began to move against him, panting and moaning constantly as they picked up the pace and he began really fucking her.

The burning sensation spreading across her whole body in waves of pleasure as she pushed back against him, fucking him for all he was worth as his reaching hand struggled to keep contact with her clit. Vicki was reaching the point of no return when she dimly registered a jolt of movement. Too far gone to think about it, the sudden drop in her stomach pushed her over the edge, sending her body into another orgasm, threatening to take her off her feet as her knees buckled.

Mike felt the elevator begin moving a split second before the woman’s body clenched in orgasm, her muscles milking his seed from him as his body’s immediate and instinctive reaction to the elevator’s resumed motion was overridden by her body’s demand that he cum with her. Her knees buckled and he pulled away from her sex to hold her up with both big hands as he poured his lust into her shaking body. She finally understood that the elevator was moving downward again as their mutual orgasm came to an end. Suddenly horribly embarrassed, she pulled away from his body, smoothed her dress down over her hips quickly, trying to collect herself, in case there were other people downstairs, waiting for the elevator to get there.

Now that their lusts were served, the whole thing seemed surreal. If it weren’t for his trousers around his ankles, he could almost believe it had never happened at all. With that thought, he quickly pulled his pants up and struggled to right his appearance, preparing for the end of their strange ride together. There was a hard clunk as the elevator reached the base designation, the doors sliding open just as they got themselves mostly composed. She moved to step from the elevator and flee before facing his judgement, or having to explain her inexplicable behaviour.

Before she could get away, though, he grabbed her arm. ‘Hey, don’t run away. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you’. She blushed under the beads of sweat on her face and neck. He reached down for their coats, picking them up as he stepped out of the elevator with her, keeping his eye on her in case she decided to run away before her even got her name. When the doors slid shut behind him, he draped his coat across his arm, holding her blazer open for her to put her arms through.

She glanced at him quizzically before understanding the gesture and spinning around to put on her jacket.

‘I’m Mike’.

‘Vicki’, she mumbled in reply. ‘Thank you’, she spoke and turned to face him.

‘That’s quite alright. Where I come from a gentleman always helps a lady on with her coat. Tell me, what do you do, and this late, that high up?’

‘Oh all sorts of things, but I was visiting a client’, she replied smiling at him, her eyes sparkling and thinking of all the possible replies she could have given him.

‘Why don’t you drop by my office and tell me more about ‘all sorts of things’. Here is my card, surprise me’.

‘I might just do that, here’s mine’. With a glint in her eye she leaned up and kissed his cheek, adding, ‘I do charge for my time you know’, before turning and walked away.

As Vicki turned the corner of the building, and out of his sight, she stopped and glanced at his card, then gasped, Mike - Designer of Pleasure - Appointments Only.

Mike stood there watching her blend into the crowd and disappear around the corner of the building. He glanced at her card and laughed out loud, Vicki - Designer of Fantasies - Appointments Only.

‘I’ll be happy to pay’. he said to himself.


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I wrote this, and the subsequent 9 chapters, over the last 20 years... they, and many of my other stories have all been posted on the net on one site or another, under different incarnations... enjoy...