A quickie in an elevator, enjoy this naughty flash fiction story!
“Thirty seconds.” Trevor pushed the elevator button. “Less if I’m not doing myself.”
Kelly snorted. “I don’t know if you should be bragging about this, Trev…”
“Why not?”
“I’m just sayin’…” She shrugged, checking her purse for their press passes.
Trevor grinned. “Hey, I wonder if there’s a world record…”
“You want to make Guinness as the world’s fastest ejaculator?” Kelly arched one blonde, finely plucked eyebrow.
“Why not?” He winked. “Everyone has to have their fifteen minutes of fame.”
“Thirty seconds?” she mused, pressing the elevator button again. “Really?”
“Less if I’m not doing myself.”
She gave him a steady look. “It seems…fast.”
“It is.” He nodded. “But what’s wrong with a quickie?”
“Nothing… if both of you get something out of it.”
Trevor straightened his tie, checking his reflection in the elevator doors. “Hey, I don’t neglect my duties in that department.”
“Oh, come on!” Kelly exclaimed as the doors opened and several people got out. “There’s no way these women are coming in 30 seconds!”
“Shh!” Trevor hustled her into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. “They are, too!”
“They are not,” she scoffed. “They’re faking it.”
He rolled his eyes. “I know the difference.”
“You do not.”
“Yes, I do!”
“Okay.” Kelly turned to face him, her eyes bright. “Let’s see if you can tell the difference.”
Trevor swallowed. “What?”
“Come on.” She pressed the Emergency Stop button and the elevator came to a jerking halt, the alarm buzzing. “We’ve got two minutes.”
“Are you serious?” His eyes widened.
“You know you’ve always wanted to…” She turned, hiking her navy skirt up, revealing black panties and thigh highs.
His eyes dipped between her legs. “Well… yeah… but…”
“Two minutes is more than enough time, right?” Her fingers nudged panties aside to reveal smooth, shaved lips.
Trevor groaned softly. “Damn, Kelly…”
“See if you can make me cum in thirty seconds.” She winked over her shoulder at him as her slippery fingers moved in and out. Trevor unzipped his trousers.
“Can I—?” His cock nudged her fingers.
She reached back, guiding him in. “This what you want?”
“Oh fuck…” He pressed forward, grabbing her hips. “God, you feel good.”
She arched, grasping the rail. “So do you.” Her hips danced, round and round. His fingers searched out her clit, rubbing fast.
“Fifteen seconds…” Kelly murmured, glancing at her watch.
Trevor thrust slower, groaning. “I knew I should have jerked off this morning…”
“Close?” She squeezed his cock, teasing.
“You?” He gasped, fingers circling her clit.
“Getting there… rub faster.”
“Are you really?” he panted. “Or are you just saying that?”
“Oh fuck… Trev… don’t stop,” she begged, biting her lip.
“Damnit, Kelly, don’t fuck with me!”
“No, don’t stop fucking me!” She rocked back.
He shoved in deep, shuddering. “Gonna cum!”
“Thirty seconds!” she moaned, her pussy fluttering. “Damn… you weren’t kidding…”
“Did you cum?” he asked, tucking and zipping.
She grinned. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“Um…”
“See, I told you.” Kelly turned the emergency stop off.
”Okay, so tell me.” He watched her pull panties up, skirt down. “The truth.”
She winked at him, straightening one stocking. “You’ll never know…”
