Fantasy in an elevator -
There you are, wow gorgeous, handsome and amazingly dressed. Your hair a nice touch of salt and pepper, the turtleneck drapped around your shoulders, molded to your chest muscles. What would your body be like under my touch, would you shiver, would you laugh, would you be ticklish? My mind wandered every time I saw you. We pass like to ships in the sea, on our way to work, in the elevator. Do you see my glaze, can you feel my mind racing, could you feel my fingers tickling their way up and down into every nook and cranny of your body when I dream of you? Would I ever get a chance to realize this dream this fantasy? Feeling the heat of your body as we enter the elevator together, today only the 2 of us. My mind a million thoughts as I look up and down your back, nice rear view, what happened, the elevator jerks, stops. Wow we are stuck together as the elevator comes to a halt. You look around, press the alarm button but that must be out of order too, it maybe a while before anyone comes, comes looking for us. I watch you as you look up and notice a piece of rope hanging from the ceiling, looking for a way out, you reach up try to grab onto the rope, your shirt comes out of your pants just a touch giving me a peak at your hard stomach. Can I help you I ask, try to hold me steady so I can get the rope. My hand slides around his sides as I try to hold him steady, a nail just happens to graze the skin, I feel a twitch and hear a quick gasp. Shifting my grasp to get a better hold again a nail grazes, another twitch another gasp. As he grabs the rope it gets caught in his watch. Being tall I am able to grab this rope and effectively bind your wrists together, the look of shock on your face, priceless. Your arms now held high above your head from the rope in the ceiling, your body stretched taut it calls my fingers. The shirt now slids easily up your body and over your head where I place it around the wrists in a knot. Shimming on my way down with a flutter of my hands chuckles of laughter escape your sweet lips. Whats going through your mind? Do you like this? An attack of an unusual nature for you, in the hollows of your pits I explore the spots of glory, energized by the very sound of laughter, quite different from the elevator music we hear everyday. Those ribs they whisper tickle me tickle me, I oblige, seeking out every delicious curve. Streams of laughter start anew. That hard stomach, can I soften it just a bit, I bet I can, bending I taste the innie of this hard stomach as I go to work softning, touching, tickling. Bending to lift your foot, your heading shaking no, what could it be, is this a most ticklish spot for you, your eyes pleading, hoping, shoes removed, the touch of my nails, a laugh pitch so high I can't believe it came out of you. My groomed you are, toes perfect to taste, soles igniting my touch, how long could this last, divine torture, but my you are enjoying this afterall. Would we always be two ships passing? We are not strangers anymore, now we share an intimate secret. We hear a voice calling, are you ok down there? He looks not making a sound, yes, we are just fine, how long will it be? Could be a couple of hours as we are waiting on parts. Smiling I glaze him up and down his eyes following my path. The fantasy comes alive.
There you are, wow gorgeous, handsome and amazingly dressed. Your hair a nice touch of salt and pepper, the turtleneck drapped around your shoulders, molded to your chest muscles. What would your body be like under my touch, would you shiver, would you laugh, would you be ticklish? My mind wandered every time I saw you. We pass like to ships in the sea, on our way to work, in the elevator. Do you see my glaze, can you feel my mind racing, could you feel my fingers tickling their way up and down into every nook and cranny of your body when I dream of you? Would I ever get a chance to realize this dream this fantasy? Feeling the heat of your body as we enter the elevator together, today only the 2 of us. My mind a million thoughts as I look up and down your back, nice rear view, what happened, the elevator jerks, stops. Wow we are stuck together as the elevator comes to a halt. You look around, press the alarm button but that must be out of order too, it maybe a while before anyone comes, comes looking for us. I watch you as you look up and notice a piece of rope hanging from the ceiling, looking for a way out, you reach up try to grab onto the rope, your shirt comes out of your pants just a touch giving me a peak at your hard stomach. Can I help you I ask, try to hold me steady so I can get the rope. My hand slides around his sides as I try to hold him steady, a nail just happens to graze the skin, I feel a twitch and hear a quick gasp. Shifting my grasp to get a better hold again a nail grazes, another twitch another gasp. As he grabs the rope it gets caught in his watch. Being tall I am able to grab this rope and effectively bind your wrists together, the look of shock on your face, priceless. Your arms now held high above your head from the rope in the ceiling, your body stretched taut it calls my fingers. The shirt now slids easily up your body and over your head where I place it around the wrists in a knot. Shimming on my way down with a flutter of my hands chuckles of laughter escape your sweet lips. Whats going through your mind? Do you like this? An attack of an unusual nature for you, in the hollows of your pits I explore the spots of glory, energized by the very sound of laughter, quite different from the elevator music we hear everyday. Those ribs they whisper tickle me tickle me, I oblige, seeking out every delicious curve. Streams of laughter start anew. That hard stomach, can I soften it just a bit, I bet I can, bending I taste the innie of this hard stomach as I go to work softning, touching, tickling. Bending to lift your foot, your heading shaking no, what could it be, is this a most ticklish spot for you, your eyes pleading, hoping, shoes removed, the touch of my nails, a laugh pitch so high I can't believe it came out of you. My groomed you are, toes perfect to taste, soles igniting my touch, how long could this last, divine torture, but my you are enjoying this afterall. Would we always be two ships passing? We are not strangers anymore, now we share an intimate secret. We hear a voice calling, are you ok down there? He looks not making a sound, yes, we are just fine, how long will it be? Could be a couple of hours as we are waiting on parts. Smiling I glaze him up and down his eyes following my path. The fantasy comes alive.
