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The employees who worked in the International Bank Tower were familiar with elevator number three. It wasn’t something that happened often, but it did happen, over the course of a year, perhaps two, or maybe three times. The computer, which controlled the elevators, hiccupped. There was no other word for it that they could think of. Hiccup seemed to work.
Every time it happened, the bank had an elevator company come investigate the elevator and the computer that controlled it. Once, when the bank president and a young file clerk were caught in the stalled elevator, two different maintenance companies tried to find the problem and both declared the problem was resolved. Three months later the computer hiccupped again.
That particular elevator stuck, stopped, paused, or some other more appropriate word, but everyone knew whatever word they used, it still meant trapped. On rare occasions, when going up, there was a small bump, which caused people to jerk in apprehension, squeal in surprise, or turn white with fear, but the carpeted people mover never seemed to hiccup on the way up, it was always on the way down and seldom with warning. It never seemed to stop at the same place and the bump did not occur on the same floor, either. It was such a seemingly confusing thing and no one seemed able to find the problem.
Last Thursday I was late getting to work. I’d had to stay in my new apartment for a short time to let the plumber replace the trap under my kitchen sink, which I had discovered, during my initial inspection, was leaking. I agreed to accept the apartment as it was, with the rental management company’s promise they would repair the leak as quickly as possible. I didn’t realize that would take a week, but the leak was really minor and it didn’t take very long to replace the trap in the drainpipe. Nevertheless, it still made me late for work.
When I got to the bank tower, I was standing waiting for an elevator when a stranger walked up beside me and stood waiting also. I had noticed him the day before, carrying three large boxes and a briefcase strapped to a luggage carrier. This morning he had two file boxes strapped to the same luggage carrier.
“Moving in?” I asked as I looked at his boxes and then up at his face. For just a moment his beautiful dark blue eyes mesmerized me as he looked at me while a slow smile crossed his face. I almost felt he could see beneath my clothes. I disregarded that notion thinking that because I was attracted to him did not mean he was attracted to me.
“Yeah, I just started working for Harris and Associates,” he replied, holding out his hand. “I’m Dave Thomas.”
I also offered my hand, “Nice to meet you Dave Thomas, I’m Jo Preston. I work for Preston & Preston. I’m across the hall from your new office.”
“Which one of the Preston’s are you?” he grinned.
“Neither,” I laughed. “The first is my grandfather and the second is my dad. I guess I’m number three.”
“So, when do the sign painters get here to change the company name to Preston, Preston & Preston?” He joked as we got on the elevator.
“Oh, I guess I need to pass the CPA exams first.” Although I’d promised my father I would do it, I hadn’t finished that last year of school and taken the multi-part test that would actually allow me to add those magic letters after my name.
“Don’t wait too long,” he cautioned as he pushed the button with a twelve on it, for the top floor of the building.
“Oh, you know about it, huh?” I grimaced at how hard I’d heard the tests were.
He said, “Yeah, my brother’s a CPA, he put it off and it took him a while to get all of the sections finished. He said it was worse than watching childbirth, and if he could do that three times, he figured he could finally pass the test.”
“He waited until he had three children to take the test?” I wasn’t sure I was really interested or just trying to keep the conversation going with this good-looking man.
Dave laughed this time. His previous laughter had been a light chuckle, but this one was a really deep belly laugh that made his dark blue eyes sparkle and his whole face change from a solemn look to one of pure delight.
“No, not three different times,” he explained, “Triplets.”
“Oh lord.” I’m not sure my expression showed I could imagine having three babies all at the same time, but I did blush as he grinned at me and then laughed even harder. I felt a light seepage of moisture between my legs and tried to clamp by thighs tighter. Good grief, I’d just met the man, I bostancı escort can’t be this aroused from one look into his eyes, but it seemed I was, because I felt my nipples drawing into tight points. I did not dare look down at the front of my blouse. He would know what I was looking at and laugh even harder.
When we walked out of the elevator and down the hall, he stopped at the door to my office, opened it for me, and said, “I’d like to take you to lunch one day next week.”
“I would like that.” I answered as he turned to go into the office across the hall.
I closed the office door and looked at the older woman sitting at the front desk, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Some dish, isn’t he?” I’d known Sarah, almost since I was born, or at least from my first memory of coming to my dad’s office. She had worked for my grandfather for more than twenty years. It wasn’t unusual for her to make a remark about a handsome man. She had quietly commented on more than one client. However, Dave Thomas was more than simply good looking, he was gorgeous, a hunk, and everything I liked about a man, tall, dark, serious but fun, nicely dressed, and polite.
“I’ll say,” I agreed using my hand to fan my face as a full blush swept up my face and grew even redder because I knew Sarah had seen me flirting with the newest man in the building.
I also knew if I stood there long enough, Sarah would give me all the statistical information I wanted to know. As she began to tell what she knew, I grew even more interested. He was a newly hired engineer, single, as in never married, twenty-eight, lived alone, or as least as far as the secretary across the hall knew, he didn’t have a long-term relationship, and no women had yet called to leave a message for him. He was local, meaning he had shown his father, with a local address, as the person to notify in case of an emergency.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I knew he was going to learn the same things about me, if he hadn’t already been told. The secretary across the hall was about the same age as Sarah and they ate lunch together in our office almost every day. We had a very spacious break room, including a full size refrigerator with an icemaker, a microwave, two-burner hot plate, table and chairs, and a sink with running water. During certain parts of the year, these added benefits of working for a family owned business, meant those late hours were a little easier to put up with if you weren’t starving as the hours grew later and later.
Although the building officially closed at the end of the business day, anyone who worked late knew the front doors were not locked until much later. A guard desk was located in the lobby, with a guard sitting at the desk until ten at night, when he would lock the outside doors set the alarm. Anyone who might be working later than that would need to have keys to the outside doors and know their personal security code to get in or out of the building. I’d worked summers for the company for several years and had found myself in that position a number of times.
Our office was on the east coast and we had a very valuable client with extensive business on the west coast. If someone in one of their west coast offices was going to get information to us by the time they closed their office at six o’clock their time, we would be receiving it as late as ten o’clock. If I stayed late, I usually didn’t get to the office until around noon the next day.
Neither my grandfather, nor my dad, liked to see me stay that late, but the client company was often working against a deadline collecting what they sent to us. The information might need to be ready for a report Dad or Granddad would complete the next day and send it out, or the client company would have to pay a penalty. That meant staying late was necessary. It was also one of the reasons we were able to retain the company as a client.
Dad had an unwritten rule that I call him when the west coast report arrived and call again when I got home. My father was a widower the last two years I was in high school and he remarried during my second year in college. I had chosen to live in my own apartment to relieve my father and his new wife of having a grown child living with them. I was faithful about calling to let him know the report arrived, but I was not as careful to call him in the middle of the night to let him know I had received the report. I felt one of us loosing half a night’s sleep was enough. He didn’t really seem to mind that I didn’t make the ümraniye escort bayan second phone call. He just reminded me to be a safe, including moving my car as near the doors as I could, after the parking lot emptied.
My grandfather was slowly shifting some of his workload to my desk, at least the work I was able to do. He would check anything that needed his signature, but it allowed him to leave the office a little earlier than he had done when he was younger. He had recently been pushing me to finish that last year of school, and then he would add more to my workload. Dad truly wanted him to retire, but Granddad was resisting. He feared Dad would want to hire another accountant so I could finish school. Granddad’s idea that the business would always remain in the hands of a close family member was beginning to wear thin, causing both Dad and I to do some work we could have assigned to an assistant, or a clerk.
Granddad demonstrated his predilection for putting things on my desk that Thursday afternoon when he handed me a thick file.
“Here’s the information to go with those reports that will be sent in late tonight. See if you can do the final report so all I need to do tomorrow is sign it.” Granddad didn’t wait for my response; he walked by Sarah and told her to have a pleasant evening, and then he left the office.
Luckily, the file my grandfather gave me was one I had organized, which meant it wouldn’t take me too long to update everything, begin completing the forms I would find online, and wait for the remainder of the information to arrive. That still meant I would be at the office later than usual. By the time Sarah and Dad left, I had boiled a couple of eggs, collected a variety of crackers and sliced some cheese for my supper as I continued to work on the records I had, waiting for the remainder so I could finish the report and have it on Granddad’s desk when he arrived the next morning.
The west coast papers arrived a little after nine, and by the time I finished my work, and left the office, it was twenty minutes before midnight. I was locking the office door while I was vowing to send a nice message to the person who compiled the report I received. It was very accurate, or it would have been later than midnight before I got away from the office.
As I started down the hall toward the elevator, I heard a door close behind me and turned to see Dave Thomas locking the front door to his office.
“I thought I was the only one who worked this late.”
He was startled to hear another voice. When he looked up and saw me waiting for him to catch up, he smiled. “Hi Jo, I decided I’d spend a few quiet hours getting my desk organized and everything put away because I’m taking the day off tomorrow to get my apartment squared away.”
“Ah, so you can have a running start on Monday morning?” I asked and watched Dave nod.
“Sort of,” he agreed and punched the elevator button for us. “We have a big project I’d like to help with, but Jerry Harris said I needed to get myself organized first. What are you doing here so late?”
As we stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, I was explaining the reason for my late night when I felt the elevator jerk to a stop. Dave dropped his briefcase and grabbed me as I lost my balance at about the same time I put my arms around him. He didn’t immediately let me go. Instead, when I looked up at him, his head was descending toward mine and I simply closed my eyes to enjoy the kiss.
When the kiss ended, I barely opened my eyes and saw the look on his face before his head descended again for another kiss. This second kiss was not like the first. This one was hungry, probing, and hot, as his hands slid down my back, cupped my bottom and pulled me into himself. As he ground his growing erection against me, I was doing almost the same to him while the crotch of my panties got wetter and wetter. I was meeting each of his movements with a counter move. We were going around in circles against each other. It was wild and hungry lust with neither of us saying a word except for a moan as searching hands looked for something to touch or hold onto.
His hands were roughly unbuttoning my blouse and I was opening the front clasp on my bra, and his mouth was almost chewing on my neck. I was unbuttoning his shirt while his mouth moved to clamp onto one of my nipples, driving me wild. I barely got my hands inside his shirt to rub across his chest as he was dropping to his knees, sliding his hands under my skirt, and dragging kartal escort my panties down my legs, holding them for me to step out of as I took off my shoes.
I almost lost my balance when he lifted one of my legs, put it over his shoulder, and buried his face in my pussy as he growled. I was holding on to his shoulders, trying to get my hands down his back, or to his belt buckle when he lifted my hips and drove his tongue deep into me. I screamed, and said something about wanting him inside me.
A moment later, he was helping me unbuckle his pants and pushing them down, picking me up as my legs went around his waist. He slammed me against the wall and lowered me onto his cock. I bucked against him as he drove into me, over and over for a few short minutes before both of us were groaning or screaming from our exploding orgasms.
“Oh God, oh god, oh please, oh god.”
“Fuck, not yet,” he moaned and growled as his hot cum throbbed into me while my inner muscles contracted around his cock.
When I could open my eyes I looked up to see that none of the floor numbers were lit up on the panel above the elevator doors and informed the man pressing me against the wall, “We’re stuck.”
Dave groaned and between breaths asked, “Is there a guard down there?”
“Then take those clothes off, because I’m going to do that again.” I didn’t doubt his word. I could tell he was still hard as a rock inside me.
“In the elevator?” I asked facetiously.
“You’re damn right, in the elevator and I don’t care if someone watches.”
“Dave,” I complained, but it was only half-hearted. He was putting me on my feet and I was unzipping my skirt, shedding clothes as fast as he was.
“I’ve been hard since I saw you this morning and nothing’s going to stop me until I’ve had my fill,” Dave announced and pulled me down onto the floor. He buried his face against one breast while one of his hands found the hard nipple on my other breast. His other hand pushed between my legs and two fingers shoved as far into me as he could get them while his thumb searched for and pressed against my clit. I quickly had my hand on his hot cock, holding it securely, wanting it back inside me.
He lifted his head long enough to command, “Inside, I need to be inside you, Jo.”
I pointed the head of his still throbbing cock to me and as the head entered Dave gave a hard thrust slamming deep inside, against my cervix and slapping his balls against me. I stopped breathing for a moment and just remained as still as he was. It was glorious.
“Is there a panic button?” Dave finally asked.
“Good, then we’re stuck until morning.”
I didn’t answer him, I lifted my hips and felt him pull back and slam into me again, and then again. The short question and answer period lasted only long enough for us to catch our breath for the next onslaught. Because it seemed like a battle, he was hitting his pubic bone against mine hard enough to move me across the floor in a hot furious fuck, until my head hit the opposite wall. I raised my arms and braced them against the wall, letting him slam into me, meeting him as often as I could until my orgasm hit me and I screamed while he pushed against me a few more times and then fell on top of me, both of us panting and barely able to think.
A minute later, we were naked, leaning against the back wall, panting and holding hands. I heard the whirr of the elevator motor and we scrambled for our clothes, barely managing to cover ourselves when the elevator doors opened. Dave pushed his briefcase into the opening so the doors wouldn’t close as we stumbled out of the elevator, dragging the rest of our clothes with us.
“I need to fuck you all night. Am I going home with you, or do you want to go to my place?” Dave asked. “My mattress is still on the floor.”
“My place then,” I said. “I might even have clean sheets on my bed,” I answered as I punched my security code into the keypad, while Dave unlocked the main doors, both of us walking as fast as we could to get to our cars.
“Who, the fuck cares if the sheets are clean. I’ll follow you.” He stopped as he opened his car door, “By the way, why did the elevators suddenly start?”
“It’s a crazy elevator,” is the only answer I wanted to give.
Now, honestly, why would I want to tell him the elevator computers restarted at midnight?
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