You parked on level 3. You took the stairs. She was already in the elevator, leaning against the mirrored wall, wearing a trench coat and a smirk.
"Floor 4?" she asked.
"Actually"
She hit the emergency stop button. The elevator lurched. The alarm didn't sound. She knew what she was doing.
"I disabled the buzzer," she said, untying her coat. "We have ten minutes before maintenance checks."
She pushes you against the mirrored wall. The coat falls. She's naked underneath. She kneels and unzips you with her teeth. Her mouth is warm, her tongue flat against your shaft. You grab the rail for balance.
"Don't hold back," she whispers. "The cameras are off."
She stands, turns, and braces her hands against the wall. You enter her from behind. She's soaking wet, tight, and the mirrors show you everything. She pushes back, hard.
"The doors will open soon," she gasps. "Make it count."
You do. The elevator shudders. She comes with a cry that echoes off the steel. You follow, pulsing into her while the lights flicker. She pulls up her coat, presses the button for floor 4, and steps out.
"Same garage, same time next week? I'll park on level 2."
Express Stop – 10 minutes. Fast, filthy, and back in your car.
Stuck Between Floors – 30 minutes. Maintenance is "delayed."
Overnight Park – She stays until sunrise. You'll need a jump start.
Real thrill – She knows every blind spot.
Discreet – No witnesses, no records.
Addictive – One elevator ride, and stairs feel like a waste.
The doors are closed. She isn't.
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