Elevator Orgy – part 1: porn confessions

Sex in an elevator. It’s not what I usually think about.

I suppose I am craving the contact of another human being more than I realize. The warm bodies pressed against you. The hot breath on your neck. The feel and smell of strangers squeezing you into place, surrounding you like a giant orgy waiting to start. I didn’t think much about it before. Now, it is all I think about and this is why.

Every day he gets on the elevator and takes it to the same floor. Every day, the elevator becomes so crowded that our bodies are packed in tightly together. We are like sardines in a tin can.  It is always warm because of all the body heat trapped in the tight space. All the body heat that gets hotter, the longer you have to ride the elevator to your destination. I am a temp and have only been at this job site a few months.

I have become familiar with many of the passengers who travel up and down the shaft with me.

There are the two females, chatty and happy until they step inside and have to squeeze space for themselves. Looking around with such discomfort, pulling their arms and bags into themselves so tightly, you think they entered a prison.

Then there are the guys from the other office who get on with the ease and jocularity of fraternity brothers.  Office gossip about work projects are their conversation of choice. The path of their gaze every time a female steps on or off the elevator indicates that the thoughts inside their minds are completely different ones.

And the statesman. It is the older bull in the box is always the first one on, standing in the back. He quietly reads his paper until it becomes so crowded that he has to stand like a nutcracker soldier too. He is the one I always end up standing before while people crowd and squeeze in.

Today was different though.

There were new people in the elevator. Corporate suits visiting someone’s office today, a group of one woman and a few men. They had arrived earlier than the usual passengers. Many of the regular females decided to wait for another elevator. A few of the other male passengers followed their lead, leaving us with only enough extra space to comfortably look down. Normally, we would be so close that you could only see the back of a neck. The strangers discussed upcoming meetings for the day and office politics from their home office. I thought I noticed movement near someone’s waist.

When I looked over, I could see one of the men reaching back and cupping the woman’s ass.

She continued talking as if nothing was happening and he continued looking ahead as if he weren’t doing anything. On the other side of her was another man and he continued chatting, seemingly oblivious to what was happening. Dropping my gaze down, I noticed that his arm was moving too. The back of his hand brushing against her thigh and hip. I looked up at the person standing behind them to see if he noticed any of this too. The raised eyebrow and smirk as he looked forward was affirmative.

The elevator reached the next floor and it lurched into position clumsily. Everyone half stepped and tumbled into each other but because we were so close, no one had enough room to fall. While we waited for the doors to open, I could see the two men now discretely pulling their hands away. Now, all of us behind them, and not in their group, were watching this with curiosity and entertainment.

The woman continued smiling and chatting as if nothing unusual was happening.

The nervous guy in the corner who never spoke to anyone on the elevator seemed to have seen it too. He responded by becoming even more stiff and looking straight ahead with a steely determination. He got off at the next floor, which I knew was not his office floor. As he left, I wondered if he was that uptight or just aroused. I wondered if he was rushing away because he was hurrying to go jerk himself off. I looked down to my side again as we all shifted into the vacuum of space he created. The visitor’s hands returned more enthusiastically to their explorations. The skirt began bunching in the back as they started lifting it up. Snapping my gaze forward again, I bit my lip.

I didn’t want to get caught staring.

I was becoming aroused spying on them and imagining it was me. If this was public, discrete, under-your-nose, behavior for people from their city, I could only imagine that what they did in private. It must have looked like an orgy circus. In this community, a sloppy blow job, (in private, of course) is considered slutty. Naturally, anal sex is the kind of thing men watch on porn and never get at home. There were rumors that swingers were active in the area but if there were, no one really knew who they were or how to find them. Of course, no one ever admitted they were searching for them in the first place. so how would anyone know for sure.

The elevator lurched hard and stopped so abruptly that I accidentally fell back into the man behind me.

His hands grabbed my hips as he caught me. I lingered an extra moment while I decided if I wanted to move away or remain like that. I finally reached down and stroked his hand affectionately, saying thank you and moved forward to release his grip. The lights began flickering. The groaning of gears falsely suggested that we might still be operational but it was immediately followed by a metallic shriek and then, silence.

Those hands never left her ass but she did back up as if she were trying to hide them better. The skirt had risen up a few inches on the side. It was clear that the back was higher up and exposing her panties. I resented her jealously at that moment and silently judged and condemned her. The men on either side of her were attractive and clearly appreciated a sexually free woman. They all behaved comfortably with each other like a trio of friends, rather than two creeps molesting an unwilling victim. Her smile never wavered and her tone of voice continued being during all of this.

She was both encouraging and enjoying this moment of public sexual daring.

My infuriatingly jealous blood pounded in my ears and in my pussy at the same time witnessing this. Sighing deeply, I stared straight ahead, trying not to think about it. I tried to avoid thinking about my ass grinding into the lap of the man behind me a moment ago. I tried to avoid thinking about the fact that I really liked it. Frustrated convulsions rocked my pussy in response and, at this point, I hated everyone in that elevator for it.

The lights flickered again and someone in the front of the elevator picked up the emergency phone while others tried to make calls on their cell phones. “The elevator seems to be having a malfunction and they are working on finding out what the problem is,” the person making the call announced. Curses and complaints filled the air in response. That’s when I noticed who was in the elevator. It was only myself, the visiting female and her group and another female from the accounting group on another floor. Everyone else was male. Two of them were molesting a very willing female to the point that the smell of her arousal began noticeable.

The horny trio looked at each other and smirked, saying nothing.

The man on the far side next to the wall reached into his front pocket and adjusted himself. My eyes became as big as dinner plates and I immediately looked away. He was sporting a growing erection under his slacks. How could he seem so pleased with his state right now? A few more minutes passed and the lights flickered again, with a few darkening entirely. You could barely read the signs by the door when the sound of a woman apologizing and shuffling began.

The woman next to me bent forward to look for something she had dropped on the floor. Everyone shifted to try and make space for her. As they turned toward her to help, it became obvious that her skirt barely covered her ass now. I watched the men politely try to pretend but being unable to stop staring at her exposed ass. Her two male companions resumed their hand positions and smiled at the other men.

I couldn’t decide if they were offering smiles of reassurance or invitation.

The other female in the group was in the front near the elevator buttons. I am sure she couldn’t see past all the men standing between her and the woman. Their broad shoulders and boxy suits would make it nearly impossible for her to see anything. I couldn’t see any of her except for her bare arm, occasionally.

When I realized that someone was staring and smiling at me, I became aware that I had been unconsciously, and slowly grinding on the crotch of the man behind me, the entire time. I stopped myself and stood up straighter, looking forward, unsure of what to do. A part of me wanted to join the party she was clearly having but another part didn’t want to be trapped with a bunch of horny men who didn’t care about my orgasm. For bad sex, I wanted a few dinner dates and a gift to pay for the regret later. It was obvious that here, there would be no dinner date coming in addition to them, that was a certainty. My own orgasm was not certain and that was the deal breaker.

It was also not certain how long it would it take to get off this elevator to the safety of my office and my neutered lifestyle. I was getting so horny that I was sure I could smell my own arousal wafting up through my blouse every time I shifted. The heat from the crotch of the man behind me seemed to become a blazing fireplace entreating my chilled sex life. The growing erection I thought I had spied on the woman’s companion was like a candy being dangled in front of a child craving sweets. And now, all the other men in the elevator were clearly enjoying this moment too.

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If this elevator didn’t offer escape soon, there was no telling what might happen next.

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