Sex In Elevator

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Sex In ElevatorHe found himself dashing across the hotel lobby in Mumbai, his toolbox banging against one leg, as he raced to make the elevator before it closed. He had to stick his arm in to keep it from closing, and he managed to slide in, with a sigh of relief. It only took a few seconds for Suraaj to realize that he was not alone in the elevator. He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing black – haired aunty standing against the back wall of the elevator, wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag in front of her. She looked extremely fit – no more than 30, if even that.”What are you looking at?” the woman blurted out in a snotty tone, glancing meanly at the man. “Uhh… nothing,” Suraaj replied, turning his head the other way. What a beautiful woman, he said to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her personality, Suraaj figured, she was not the type of woman to pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited. As the elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Suraaj’s mind. That lady looked familiar to him. Wait a minute! There was a reason she looked familiar to him. In fact, he knew who she was!”You’re Sapna Thakur!” Suraaj exclaimed, spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief. She gave an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. “So?” Suraaj ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and a pen. “Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph? Wow! My little brother just loves you!” The girl took in a deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone. “Look, I DON’T do autographs.”Suraaj stopped, looking up at her with a stunned expression. She was much different than what he had previously envisioned her as… To anyone who owned a television, 19-year-old Sapna Thakur was a superstar. She was the marquee name on “Bahu Raaj”, a network program which always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew her as Roshni Arora, the sexy and flirtatious maid of a rich family on the Mumbai suburb.Before she landed this role, Sapna had made her mark in the entertainment community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At 19, she literally had the world at her feet. “You don’t do autographs?” the repairman asked, crestfallen. “All I ask for is one… that’s all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves you more than any other…””LOOK,” Sapna repeated, now in a firm tone, “I DON’T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care less about your worthless little brother.” Suraaj gave an expression of confusion and then turned his head quickly, so the famous star could not see his new look of disgust. What a fucking bitch, he said to himself. She could have told him about her “no autograph” rule in a much nicer and more polite way, instead of just being snotty and demeaning him and his brother at the same time Sapna sighed and ran a brush through her long, perfectly-styled hair, eyeing the man from behind. She hated to be in the same elevator with someone his type. “I’m a million dollar star,” she told herself. “And I have to share an elevator with some lousy repairman. This hotel should have elevators for stars. After all, lots of stars come here.””You know,” Suraaj said, breaking the woman’s train of thought. He kept looking straight ahead, not turning to peer back at her. “You must really be a good actress.” “Thanks,” she said, squinting suspiciously at him. “Yeah,” he added. “Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No one would really know that unless they met you for real.” “WHAT?” Sapna screamed, full of rage and anger. “You can’t talk to me like that!” “Who says?” Suraaj asked, now turning around to face her. “Me!” she exclaimed, taking a swing and hitting him in the shoulder. Suraaj, who prided himself on never raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis.Sapna reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her celluar phone. “I’m going to call security on you!” she screamed. “You can’t talk to me that way! I’m Sapna Thakur, dammit!” “Look,” Suraaj said, “let’s just forget it, okay?” “Wouldn’t you like to do that!” she huffed. “Yeah, I would,” he told her, matter of factly. “Plus, if you call security on me, I’ll get them on you too. You’re the one who hit me. I did nothing but call you a spoiled little brat.” Sapna stopped and looked up at him, frozen. She could not afford any bad press in the tabloid media. Those nasty reporters would carve her up if they learned that she was even accused of punching someone. Her career may take a massive hit, then she may be finished! So, Sapna closed her tote-bag and looked at the repairman with a confident, sure expression.”Okay, you got yourself a deal. Just don’t bother me anymore. What floor are we up to, anyway?” Suraaj glared at her then looked at the control panel. “22.” He turned around so he wasn’t facing her anymore. He then noticed that she was apparently headed to the 51st floor, 8 higher than him. The button for the 51st floor was lit up, as was the 43rd floor button. Suraaj, a handyman whose employer had a contract with this hotel, had been sent here to fix the air conditioner in one of the rooms. He was 31 years old and had been in the repair business since graduating from college. Just an average joe, Suraaj wore faded blue jeans and an old t-shirt. A full tool belt was around his waist, and he carried a tool box in his right hand as well. Suraaj tapped his foot on the elevator floor as the compartment went higher and higher in the building, wanting to get away from this crass, snobby actress. He wondered to himself whether or not he should tell his brother of this experience. It would dampen his brother’s image of Sapna, whom he thought of as the perfect “dream girl”. Suraaj then wondered to himself, would his brother believe that his “dream girl” could be such a bitch?After all, the media gushed over her. All Suraaj had heard was that this actress could be worthy of sainthood. He was always hearing stories of her helping c***dren and donating to many charities. He also heard stories of how she never turned down an autograph request. “I like to interact with my fans,” he heard her once say in a national interview. Yeah, right! Meanwhile, Sapna applied more mascara to her already perfect face. She was on her way to a very important meeting with a movie producer, with the possibility of landing a starring role on a high-budget film. That is why she was dressed so professionally, wearing a red business jacket and a knee-length red skirt, to go along pendik escort with dark stockings and black high-heels. She wore a ton of jewelry and smelled of only the finest, most expensive perfumes and fragrances. “Come on,” Sapna said, impatient, watching the elevator console flash the current floor. 34. A few seconds later, 35. Then 36.All of a sudden, the lights in the elevator went out and it came to a rocky, screeching halt. Seconds later, both Suraaj and Sapna were stunned as a dimmer light suddenly filled the compartment. Sapna looked around, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then it was time for her to explode. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?” Suraaj had seen something like this happen before. “Looks like the electricity went out,” he told her calmly. “ELECTRICITY OUT?” she boomed. “They have to fix it! I have a very important meeting to go to!” “Calm down,” he said, amazed at her brashness. She was such a sweetheart on television – at least the character she played was. “I’m sure the electricity will come back on very soon.” The minutes passed, and the electricity did not come back on. Suraaj stood patiently, while Sapna paced back and forth frantically.”Not only will I be late for the meeting,” she told herself, “but I have to stay here longer with THIS.” She looked at the repairman, sneering. “Did you do this?” she asked him, very angry. “Did you cause the electricity to go out just so you could be stuck in here with me?” Suraaj laughed, and shook his head. “No way. I think the last thing I want is to be stuck in here with YOU, Miss Thakur.” Sapna gave him a mean look as she shook her head. “I’m going to call this damn hotel’s front desk and see what the problem is!” She reached back into her tote-bag and pulled out her celluar phone. “You do that,” Suraaj said, dropping his tool belt and placing his tool box on the floor. “But I’m going to sit down and relax.” Sapna found out from hotel administration that there was a major electricity blackout in the city. The hotel had a backup generator, which provided the dim lights that illuminated the elevator compartment, but the generator was not powerful enough to move the elevator.Angry, she demanded that they get a hotel worker to climb down the elevator shaft and get her out of here. But the administrator told her that would be too dangerous. Sapna then hung up, disgusted. A few minutes later, Sapna had joined Suraaj on the floor, though she was seated on the other side of the elevator. She didn’t want to be near him, at all. The starlet had calmed down considerably, although she was still furious on the inside for this power outage “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Sapna looked up, in response the question from Suraaj. She gave him another mean look and said, “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about your attitude,” he replied, in a firm tone. “All I did was ask for one little autograph. That is no reason to blow up and explode in my face, in anger. I never did anything to you.” Sapna sighed, then shook her head.”Look, I’m sorry. It’s just EVERY single place I go, people want autographs. If they don’t want autographs, people are taking pictures of me. I just don’t like it. Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone.”Ahh, Suraaj said to himself. The hint of an actual human being? “That’s the price of being famous.” “Still doesn’t mean I have to like it,” she sighed. “I would just like to have one day where I can go places and be myself, and not worry about being spotted or hounded for autographs.” “Regardless of who you are,” Suraaj said, “you will get spotted with such a nasty attitude.” “Who died and made you King?” she snarled back. Suraaj shook his head and laughed. “Forget it.” There was a silence between them for at least a minute. They sat still, each wanting to get out of the others’ sights. When would the damn electricity come back on? “I’ll give you an autograph,” Sapna said, in her nicest tone yet. “Huh?” Suraaj asked, looking up at her in surprise. “I’ll give you an autograph,” she insisted, her voice returning to its normal tone. “I figure we might as well get along. God knows how long we’ll be trapped in here.” Sapna was lying. She didn’t want to get along with him. She just wanted to shut him up. She thought by giving him an autograph, he wouldn’t bother her any longer “I don’t want your damn autograph,” he told her. “What?” she snapped. “I thought you did! What about your brother?” She reached into her tote-bag and pulled out a pad and paper. “Tell me his name and I’ll write out a little message for him.” Suraaj sighed in disgust, knowing how much his little brother would cherish an autograph from his favourite television actress. “Arjun. His name is Arjun.” Suraaj watched as Sapna wrote out a message on her notepad. She ripped the sheet off and then gave it to him. “Dear Arjun – Thanks for being a fan! Keep watching me on the show! Sapna Thakur”Suraaj smirked as he read the note, noticing the huge heart that Sapna had drawn next to her name. She should have drawn a lump of coal, he told himself. It would have fit her disposition much better. “Thanks,” he said off handedly, slipping the note into a folder sleeve in his tool box made specifically to hold paper “DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT IS IN HERE?” Sapna screamed into her celluar phone, an hour later, on the line with the hotel manager. “I have been stuck in this elevator forever and without any air to cool this place down, it now feels like a blasting FURNACE!” Suraaj shook his head and smiled as he watched her. “What do you mean, you can’t do anything?” she hollered into the speaker. “Get a worker to go into the elevator shaft, and get me out of here! I’m burning up!” “Two hours!” she boomed seconds later. “Well that’s just fine! I can assure you that I will never do business with this hotel again, and I will discourage any of my friends as well!” She hung up. Sapna stomped her high-heeled foot into the plush carpet of the elevator. “Damn people! They now say they’ll only send someone to us in the elevator shaft if the power doesn’t come back on two hours. That would classify as an ’emergency’ in their eyes.”Suraaj wiped his sweat-covered forehead with an old rag. Without the air conditioner on, the temperature in the elevator had risen dramatically. It was a very hot day outside, at least 100 degrees. It felt that same way in the elevator, if not worse. “What are you doing?” Sapna demanded as she watched Suraaj slip his t-shirt up and over his head. “I don’t know about you,” he said, standing up, “but I’m not going to sit here in clothes and roast like a pig.” “You can’t take your clothes off!” she exclaimed. “Don’t worry,” he told her, stepping out of his work boots. “I will not go totally naked on you. I’ll just strip down to my boxers.” “What!?” Sapna exploded. “Put your clothes back on!” Suraaj unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. Sapna cringed and escort pendik turned her face in disgust. “I’m not going to swelter in this heat,” he told her. “Once the electricity comes back and this thing starts moving again, I’ll put my clothes back on.”Sapna shook her head in total disbelief. Why did she have to be trapped in this elevator? Why did the electricity have to shut off when she was in this elevator? “I’m better than this!” she told herself. For the first time, however, Sapna noticed Suraaj as someone other than a stereotypical, dirty workman. She watched him settle down into the corner, wearing only silk boxers, the remainder of his clothes piled nex t to him on the floor. Suraaj had a muscular frame and his body was well-defined, especially his chest, which looked strong and powerful. He had wide, broad shoulders and a lot of muscle tone in his arms. He also had a stomach which was as hard as a washboard. Sapna even noticed that his face wasn’t all that bad-looking, either. He was, in fact, quite handsome But she shoved those thoughts out of her mind, turning around so she couldn’t see him. “Please put your clothes back on,” she almost whined. “What happens if the elevator starts up and we reach the floor before you can get dressed? What happens if there is some tabloid person waiting for me, with a camera? They could take a picture and then the whole world would see me in an elevator with a near naked man. Those nasty tabloids would come up with all sorts of wild assumptions!” “See this button?” Suraaj said, pointing up to one.”It says, ’emergency stop’. I can press it and it will halt the elevator until it is pressed again. That will give me plenty of time to get dressed.” Sapna stomped her foot against the floor again. “What happens if a technician overrides the button before you can get dressed?” “I suggest you do the same,” Suraaj told her. “What?” she asked, looking back at him. “Take off your clothes and get more comfortable,” he replied. “I can see that you’re obviously sweating from this heat.” “NO WAY!” she exploded. “I’M NOT TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF! OH! You would like that, wouldn’t you!? You could go around and tell all your friends that you saw Sapna Thakur stripped down to her bra and panties! Well, no way! I’ll roast in this heat before I undress!” “I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Suraaj said, in a disgruntled voice. “I don’t do that sort of thing. Besides, you’d be more comfortable if you took that thick jacket off. Why don’t you take it off, at least?” Sapna looked down at her red blazer. “Because I’m not wearing a blouse underneath it!” She turned away from him, trembling with anger. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” he said. “Look, I won’t try anything either, if that’s what you’re afraid of. Don’t you think if I did want to try something, I would have done so already? We’ve been in here for almost an hour and a half.” “I won’t take my clothes off! Ever!”People change their mind. Even Sapna Thakur. 15 minutes later, she sat in the opposite corner of the elevator, her knees curled up to her chest, her arms hooked around them. Her sport jacket and skirt, plus her high-heels and stockings, were off to the side. She sat in the elevator, simply wearing a white bra and matching silk panties. The heat had gotten to her so much, that she let her guard down – but only after Suraaj swore on his life that he would never tell anyone about this. ESPECIALLY the tabloids. Suraaj couldn’t help but sneak a few peeks at her. She was perfect. Her body, her skin, everything about her physical appearance was simply perfect. He could tell that her breasts, though concealed by the bra, were obviously large and very firm. She had a deep, Suraaj tan and her legs were long – lusciously long. She had the body that Suraaj imagined only a television starlet could have. He wondered if her breasts were real, though. He had to suppress a smile at that thought. Though she hated herself for doing it, Sapna had also peeked at Suraaj.He had the type of muscular body which she adored. She loved the way his pectorals would ripple each time he raised a hand to wipe his forehead. She even found herself glancing at his box er shorts, wondering to herself what was inside of them. Would it be big enough? She shook her head, trying to drive those thoughts away again. The dim lighting of the elevator seemed to cast an odd romantic feeling over them, adding to the sexual hunger they each felt. Sapna thought that Suraaj was extremely handsome – Suraaj knew that Sapna was the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes upon in his entire lifetime Suraaj remembered something. He had a thermos at the bottom of his toolbox. If not so rarely used, he would have thought of it earlier. Sapna sprung up like a lightning bolt once she saw Suraaj pull the thermos from his toolbox. She scurried over to him and dropped to her knees, then stared at the thermos before looking up at him, her eyes depicting those of a suddenly desperate woman.”Please?” she whined. “Please let me have a drink?” Suraaj looked at her, shocked. Was she actually begging him? This spoiled little brat was actually begging him for something? He had to hold back a smile at the realization that yes, she was begging him. After the snotty attitude she had earlier displayed, Suraaj thought this new side of her was rather humorous. “Thirsty?” he simply asked. “Yes!” she whined. “Please let me have a drink?” Suraaj couldn’t deny her. He wasn’t that type of person. “Okay, but only after I get a drink first. And save some for later, okay?” Sapna watched as he guzzled some of it down. “What is it?” “Water,” he replied. “It’s warm water, but it’s still water.” The repairman handed the thermos to her. “Here.” Sapna grabbed the jug and began swallowing the thirst-quenching water down. As she did, lifting it so her line of sight was no longer toward Suraaj, the repairman had an open view of her bra-filled breasts. Those shapely melons were no more than a foot away from his quivering hands as Sapna stopped drinking, saving some of the water for later. She jumped back, startled, as she noticed Suraaj had been staring at her breasts.”Hey!” the girl snapped. “I thought you said you wouldn’t try anything funny with me!” “I didn’t,” he replied, flustered himself. “But you have to realize that it is very hard for a man like me to be so close to a woman like you, who is so physically beautiful, in next to no clothing.” Something snapped inside of Sapna. She threw herself at Suraaj, landing in his lap and wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders. She attacked his mouth with her own, driving her tongue deep between his lips and into his mouth, kissing him with the type of strong passion which he had never felt before. Suraaj was stunned. His hands were outstretched and trembling, as the starlet continued to assault his mouth with her own. He composed himself and then grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her away pendik escort bayan from him.”What the hell has gotten into you?” he exclaimed. Sapna threw herself at him again. “I WANT YOU!” she exploded in lust. “I WANT YOU NOW! This heat has me so horny!” Her mouth found his again, and she attacked it with even more passion than before. Who in his right mind could refuse the black-haired, blue-eyed wet dream of every Desi male’s fantasy, known as Sapna Thakur? Suraaj couldn’t. He curled his strong arms around her and kissed her with hunger and passion in return. Sapna snaked a hand between them and reached down into his boxers to find his cock, which had been swollen since she had stripped down to her bra and panties earlier. Sapna then groaned in lust, squeezing his hard member, knowing she had found a “big one”. Violently, Sapna ripped her mouth away from Suraaj’s and then got onto her knees and leaned over. She tugged his boxers down, exposing his huge shaft, and then immediately took it into her mouth. A lustful snort emanated from Suraaj as the realization started to set in – Sapna Thakur – THE Sapna Thakur, was sucking his cock. Sapna Thakur!!It seemed like some elaborate dream, but Suraaj was smart enough to realize that this was not a dream. It was REAL. He watched her black head move up and down over his shaft, her mouth, lips and tongue causing powerful sensations to shoot from his cock to the rest of his body. The repairman lifted his head and bounced it off the wall behind him, wild and uncontrollable sparks running rampant through him. A woman who was willing to perform fellatio was wonderful, in his eyes. Suraaj then reached over and unclasped Sapna’s bra. He pushed the shoulder straps down and then managed to whisk her bra away. Sapna groaned in delight as one of his hardened, calloused hands came into contact with the fresh, supple skin of her breast. The contrast was pleasurable enough for her, but things became even better once he began pumping and squeezing her perfect breast with his work-worn hand. “I can’t take it anymore!” she exclaimed, rising up to a standing position on her knees. Sapna slipped her silk panties down and said, “I want that big monster in my pussy!” Suraaj tried to hold her back, but couldn’t. “Tiff, we can’t… I don’t have a condom with me.” “I don’t care!” she gasped, nearly ripping her panties down and off. “I’m on the pill anyway!” The actress growled like a wild a****l as she lunged herself at Suraaj. With him seated against the elevator wall, Sapna straddled his hips and then took a seat herself, but on his stiff cock. “OH YES!” she bellowed out, passionately. “YES! WHAT I WANT!” Sapna began to bounce up and down wildly upon his hard member, her arms wrapped tightly around his broad, muscular shoulders. The black was moving and bouncing so fast that she was nearly out of control. Suraaj had never had a woman be so forceful and violent with him during sex. He was amazed at the actress.Nevertheless, he gripped her ass tightly with his strong hands, and helped her bounce even faster atop his erection. It felt soft yet firm at the same time to him – her ass, that is. The mixture made him come to the conclusion that her ass was perfect, too. Their sweaty bodies rocked together and they pounded each other with an intensity that was even greater than the scorching temperature inside the elevator. Both screamed and cried in lust, each letting their wild inhibitions and better judgement go by the wayside. Sapna wanted to ride that monster cock for all it was worth, and Suraaj wanted to give her all he possibly could – and then even more. When Suraaj buried his face in Sapna’s cleavage and began feasting away with his mouth, she boomed out a scream and then experienced an orgasm. That triggered Suraaj’s own orgasm, and the two impromptu lovers shuddered together, hugging and embracing each other in forbidden lust. “Ooooh,” Sapna purred, her face detracting from his shoulder. She looked into his eyes and offered her first smile of the afternoon. It was a beautiful, perfect smile, Suraaj noted. “Ooooh, that was great,” she cooed.”Simply FANTASTIC!” “I couldn’t agree more,” Suraaj said, purely and contently. He brought her lips to his and gently kissed them. Maybe, he thought… just maybe, she wasn’t such a bitch after all. Perhaps, he said to himself, once he broke through her outer shield, he may have found a wonderful and compassionate woman who needed someone in her life, just as he needed someone in his life It seemed like a real possibility. Both shared a loving, tender kiss, each smiling and laughing in the process. They were happy together. All of a sudden, the main lights in the elevator switched on, and then the compartment rattled before beginning its upward ascent again. The electricity was back on! The electricity was back on!!! Suraaj, thinking quickly, reached up and pushed the EMERGENCY STOP button, bringing the elevator to another halt. He and Sapna knew what they had to do. In a hurry, both of them dressed, hastily throwing on their clothes. They were afraid that a technician may override the button, thus sending them up before they were dressed. That is why both of them hurried. Sapna was thinking of her career and image, not wanting to be seen half naked in an elevator with a man. Suraaj was thinking the same way – concerned for her image.After a minute or so, both were dressed and composed. Fortunately, the elevator did not start moving until Suraaj pushed the button. Meanwhile, Sapna had reached into her tote-bag and pulled out her pen and notepad again. She quickly jotted down a few things which she felt Suraaj needed to remember. “Here,” the starlet said, ripping the sheet off and handing it to him, “this is the address to a nice little restaurant on the west side. Why don’t you meet me there, tomorrow night, at eight o’clock?” She winked at him. “Hopefully, the night will end up at my condo.” Suraaj shook his head and laughed, completely shocked that this superstar of an actress had basically asked him out on a date. “I’ll be there,” he told her, holding on tight to the paper. “I could never show up for that meeting looking like this,” she whined, looking into her pocket mirror. Anyone could tell with her disheveled hair and smeared make-up that she had just been through a wild round of sex. “I’ll just have to reschedule. Joseph will do it for me. He needs me for that movie part.” Suraaj smiled, listening to the girl chatter amongst only herself. The elevator then reached the 43rd floor… it was time for Suraaj to get off. The door opened but no one appeared to be in sight. Sapna noticed that, then gave her repairman stud a hard, passionate kiss on the mouth. Suraaj smiled and stumbled out of the elevator, his tool box in hand. Sapna grinned and waved at him as the door closed. “Pretty eventful day,” Suraaj said, turning and walking toward the room in which the air conditioner was he was supposed to fix . “Woke up, showered, went to work, got stuck in an elevator with a TV star, fucked the TV star – Sapna Thakur, no less… now I’m off to fix an air conditioner.” He laughed and said, “Ahh, just a regular day!”

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