You parked on level 3. The elevator was broken. You took the stairs. Halfway between floors 2 and 3, you heard a sound, heels on concrete, then a whisper.
“Looking for your car? Or looking for trouble?”
She’s leaning against the wall, wearing a cropped top and a skirt that ends where her thighs begin. The fluorescent light buzzes. The stairwell smells of oil and rain.
“I’ve been waiting for someone to take the stairs,” she says. “Everyone uses the elevator. Cowards.”
She pushes you against the cold concrete wall. Her hands are warm. She unzips your pants and drops to her knees. The stairwell amplifies every sound, the wet slide of her mouth, your sharp breath, the distant hum of engines.
“The security guard does rounds every 20 minutes,” she whispers. “We have 19 left.”
She stands, turns, and braces her hands on the railing. You enter her from behind. She’s wet, tight, and every echo bounces off the concrete.
A door slams above. She doesn’t flinch. A car starts below. She speeds up. She comes with a gasp that echoes up four flights. You follow, emptying into her while the lights flicker.
She pulls up her skirt, adjusts her top, and points up the stairs.
“Level 4 has better lighting. Same time tomorrow?”
Quick Stop – 15 minutes. Fast, dirty, and back in your car.
Stuck Between Floors – A full hour of stairwell naughtiness.
Overnight Garage – She stays until sunrise. You’ll need a jump start.
Real thrill – She knows every blind spot in the garage.
Discreet – No cameras in the stairwell.
Addictive – One flight, and elevators will feel like a waste.
The echoes are loud. She’s louder.
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