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It’s Monday morning and I am running late for work. Between navigating the morning rush hour and a slight drizzle, I’d count myself lucky if could arrive on time. I consider myself a very punctual person and take pride in being where I’m supposed to be when I’m supposed to be there. Unfortunately, once arriving on site I still have to find parking and catch the freight elevator up to the fifty-third floor. Even under the best of circumstances, I would be arriving at the job site five minutes late. Thankfully I find a parking spot in the underground garage below the sixty-story high-rise I work at fairly easily and have high hopes of getting to my floor before the boss realizes I am late.I quickly park my truck and prepay for the day and I end up out and in front of the freight elevator only two minutes behind schedule. To my dismay, there are at least ten skids of tile and grout and well over a thousand sheets of drywall that need to get loaded onto the freight before the operator would allow anyone to catch a ride. My only chance at making it look like I made it on time for work would be to risk taking the inside elevator which was solely designated for residents of the high-rise.Before the job even started, every construction worker was briefed on the rules and protocol for working in an occupied building. In not so many words, management said they didn’t want the two classes to commingle. Even if we were renovating better than half of their over-the-top luxurious condominiums.Put between a rock and a hard place, I decide to gamble and sneak into the private elevator and go ahead and push the button for the fifty-third floor. If I can make it past the lobby level I stand a good chance of going unnoticed. As luck would have it, the elevator smoothly passes by the lobby and shows no signs of slowing down. Twelve floors before my stop, the elevator doors part, and in walks a smartly dressed woman somewhere in her mid-thirties. She has on a sleek-fitting black dress cut just below the knees, a white button-up blouse covered by a black blazer. She’s carrying a small attaché that hangs from her shoulder. The strap goes lengthwise across her body, fitting snuggly between two nicely sized breasts. To say that I was immediately attracted to her would be an understatement.Already feeling stupid for being in the wrong elevator, I do my best not to stare. As the doors begin to shut, I politely ask her what floor she wants so I can at least appear to be a gentleman, and not come across as your typical cat-calling tradesman. In a sharper tone than expected, she responds, “The lobby.”Taking my cue from her annoyed countenance and knowing that in just a few short seconds I will arrive at my floor and start work, I ignore her harsh tone and back into my corner of the elevator; giving her as much space as possible. bahis siteleri   As soon as the doors shut, the elevator begins its ascent. It steadily climbs and then the unthinkable happens. For no reason whatsoever and without warning it stops dead. It’s not like in the movies where the elevator drops suddenly, or unexpectedly lurches, or even makes some obnoxious grinding sound. It simply stops between floors forty-eight and forty-nine The emergency lights kick on, bathing the grandiose space in a soft glow.I let out an audible sigh and try the button for the fifty-third floor again with no luck. I pull out my phone to check the time and realize two things:#I  I am now officially six minutes late for work.

 I have no cell phone reception.Inwardly cursing myself for hitting the snooze button one too many times, I respectfully ask the only other occupant of our dangling prison cell if she has cell reception. She deftly pulls out her phone from somewhere inside her blazer and responds in much the same manner as before, “No, I don’t.”During our very brief conversation (if you could even call it that) I was able to look at her a bit longer and notice that she’s a petite woman with a pretty face, despite a permanent scowl. From what I can tell she has an athletic figure, with curves in all the places a woman should have them. But the thing that stands out is her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun sitting atop her head and a pair of dark-rimmed glasses that frame her aristocratic face nicely. All these features combined give her a very sexy if not nerdy librarian vibe.My first impression of her is that she carries herself with all the indignation of a well-educated, well-bred upper-class snob. Living in an opulent condo, with all the bells and whistles I’m quite positive that she is accustomed to having the red carpet rolled out everywhere she goes. Ironically she is now stuck in an elevator with someone well below her station. Annoyed and pissed off for sure. The one thing she is not is afraid. There is no fear anywhere to be seen.Thinking back on it later. I would remember her bearing being something akin to a caged lioness. Bored and irritated at being behind bars. But ready to pounce if the opportunity should arise.But none the less, I continue to be proactive and still conscious about making it to work on time. I hit the call button on the elevator panel, not knowing what to expect. At the very least I figure I would listen for some set of instructions that would improve my predicament. As the seconds slowly tick by with no change. I try the button with the firefighter helmet on it and continue to wait patiently as silence fills the elevator. After a few very long minutes I finally accept reality and decide to sit down in my corner of the elevator and close my eyes in an attempt to calm my nerves.Even canlı bahis siteleri with my eyes closed, I can still feel the sexy librarian’s gaze on me. She states, rather than asks, “Aren’t you going to do anything?”I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that her arms are crossed in the universal sign of anger. I flatly respond,  “I’ve done everything I can think of.”Unpleased with my answer, I can hear her as she stalks over to the panel and presumably does the same things I’ve done only moments before.With her directly in front of me, and still sitting down I open my eyes and take the opportunity to check her out behind her back (no pun intended) even further. I am greeted by a slender waist leading to a tight little apple bottom and a pair of tone calves, perched upon a pair of black three-inch heels. It was quite obvious that when she was not in the board room she was keeping herself in shape with either pilates or yoga.Turning quickly on her heels, she looks down at me with cold dark eyes and without even trying to keep the irritation out of her voice she asks, “There must be something you can do? You are a construction worker, right?”Having already anticipated this line of questioning, and carefully considered my answer and its possible outcomes. I let a cruel smile creep across my face and answer matter of factly as I nod towards the access panel located above my head, “I could lift you up and you could take a look.”With all the venom of a viper, she responds, “You would love that, wouldn’t you?”Growing bored of this conversation and not wanting to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging her backhanded insult, I close my eyes and await her next snub.A feeling of perverse satisfaction washes over me as I enjoy the awkward silence I’ve just created. I am now undoubtedly starting to get turned on by sexy librarian’s feistiness.She surprises me by uttering a one-syllable word that brings a shit-eating grin to my face.“Fine.”Happy with her acquiescence, and intrigued at the possibility of her calling my bluff (this isn’t mission impossible, no one is scaling the cables to freedom.) I pull my 6-foot 2-inch frame to full height and beckon her closer.Hesitating for what she probably considers socially acceptable, and trying desperately to maintain the upper hand, she efficiently removes her attaché and with two short steps forward, we are now close enough to touch. She meets my gaze with a steady and challenging look. Before she can say or do anything clever, I quickly wink at her, and without warning, I grab her by the hips and lift her easily up towards the ceiling. She gasps with fright as she is sent upwards, “Mother fucker, you could have warned me.”  With my face now pressed firmly against her midsection, I sarcastically respond, “Such ugly words from such a pretty lady.”Ignoring canlı bahis my comment she pushes open the access door as I adjust my hands to just below her knees and send her shooting through the opening. Unable to find anything helpful she solemnly asks to be lowered down. With my face now lined up squarely in her crotch, I slowly inhale and smile as the barest hint of her arousal reaches my nostrils.“Hey pervert, let me the fuck down.”  Taking one more whiff, and enjoying my position of control, I slowly lower her down. Making sure to let my face rub against the length of her body. Pausing for longer than is appropriate as her twin mounds sandwich my face. Sensing her unease at our current position, I release my grip and let her drop the last foot. Landing hard on her feet but still able to maintain her balance, she looks up at me and slaps me right across the face.  “Asshole!”Impressed with her show of bravado, I can’t help but smile. I can feel the sting on my cheek as my smile broadens. This draws a perplexed look from her. With my hands still loosely on her waist, I quickly pull our bodies together, and before she can protest I plant a quick kiss directly on her lips. This earns me another smack against the same cheek. Not wanting to be outdone and never being the type of guy who shies away from confrontation, I kiss her again. This time leaning in a little more and letting my hands drop down to cup her ass. This kiss lasts longer than the first but by no means is it long. Her hands find their way up to my chest, where her fingers can feel all the time I put in at the gym. She weakly attempts to push me away. I know she can feel my growing boner pressed up against her stomach. I break the kiss off before she has the opportunity to push me fully away. With a stunned expression, she exclaims, “I will scream.”Not breaking eye contact I reply, “Yes. You will. But not for the reason you think.”I let that innuendo sink in before I smile again. She practically spits out the word:“Pig!”I casually remove my hands from her ass. This movement does not go unnoticed as she, slower than is necessary, lets her hands drift off my chest. But not before she ever so slightly trails them down my stomach. Stopping just briefly as they reach the tip of my erection which rests even with my belly button. I nonchalantly raise my eyebrow in mock surprise. In a clever play of words and raising her eyebrow, she again says, “You would love that wouldn’t you?”Not missing a beat and loving the witty banter, I casually respond, “Not as much as you would… that is if you could handle it.”And for the first time since she entered the elevator, I watch her crack a smile. And just like that, it is gone. She hangs her head and whisper-soft informs me that she was recently married. Not one to give up easily, and loving the thrill of the chase, I place my hand underneath her chin and as gently as possible, I lift her head up. When our eyes finally meet, I confidently tell her, “If this were to happen you would never again take pleasure from your husband.”

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