Fantasy Room

In the elevator, you walked in first, waiting for me to get in before you hit the button for your floor. We were going to the same one. I couldn't look directly at you, because I'd dissolve into a pile of dust if you caught me staring. Out of the corner of my eye I saw you looking at me. Your lips slightly parted, you were breathing ever so slightly faster than man just standing should be. I turned my face to yours, looking you in the eye. You didn't look away. I shifted my shoulders straight, no longer slouching, not breaking eye contact with you. You stepped towards me, your hand sliding up my arm, to my shoulder, caressing up my neck. It was all one fluid motion, not hesitating for an instant, and you kissed me. 

It was the most gentle kiss, as if you were asking me permission for your already bold moves. I felt my breath catch my chest. You moved your lips away from mine, and instinctively I pulled you back to me, pulling myself against the wall and you against me. I kissed you, full of need and urgency and you kissed me back with the same. Your hand on my neck moved to my hair, and your other to my waist. My hands were gripping your shirt but moved to your shoulders and your back, trying to keep you as close to me as possible. 

You tongue touched mine, burning, and I wrapped one of my legs around you. Your hand slipped from my waist to touch my hip, my outer thigh, sliding down then back up along the underside of my leg up to my ass, which you gripped firmly. I let out a whimper unintentionally, needing to feel you naked against my skin, wishing you would take me right then and there.

The elevator doors dinged open, awakening me from my day dream. You'd been making pleasant talk, and I smiled, pretending I'd been paying attention as we exited the small moving room from my fantasies.