The recorded voice repeated mechanically the phrases that accompanied it during six hours a day, elevator going up, elevator going down, ground floor, first floor....
Its work station, a medium-sized box with poor ventilation, barely the stale air removed by a small fan.
It had to remain standing with its stupid blue uniform, back to the mirror, limiting itself to pressing buttons and barely emitting sounds when greeting the tired passengers who went up and down infinitely.
It managed to perceive snippets of reality when the doors opened on each floor, a conversation in the fifth, a scuffle between passersby on the tenth...
Always ignored, like part of the furniture, it felt as if the vitality of its occasional passengers escaped when the doors closed. However, that busy, professional crowd produced a rare curiosity in it.
On the eve of a holiday, the festive mood of the people was noticeable, plans for the long weekend between the Director and his eventual companion, the barbecue they planned for tonight on the rooftop, laughter, secrets, all plans foreign to its life.
After finishing its shift, an inexplicable impulse led her to snoop around the corridors of the building, like a shadowy figure sliding down the seventh floor.
She found a semi-open door. The director's secretary (so calm when traveling in the elevator and forcing it to lengthen the hem of its uniform) was making herself up, unbuttoning her shirt and lying on the desk with her legs very open to take a photo that would surely have a happy recipient.
Later, in the bathrooms, she became mesmerized watching the stressed-out accountant - always worried about the month's closure- kneeling in front of the dark, pulsating cock of the security guard. Three or four minutes later, the guard discharged a thick stream that the accountant swallowed and licked like a dog. A tickle pierced her stomach, went down one floor by the stairs and found the treasury girls (all so fashionably dressed, so blonde-tanned-bored) in the meeting room, taking advantage of the giant screen to watch a porn movie where three men with butcher-like appearances filled all the holes of an stoic girl hung from a chain in a sinister refrigerator. Another surge of desire pierced her, took her breasts with both hands when one of the protagonists bit the nipples of the porn star.
She went down another floor, systems, the tech conversation nerds stayed late, at one end of the hallway the brunette-girl-with-glasses was kissing and fondling without any care because they could see it with the violet-haired-girl-with-glasses. She had never seen a live show like this before, fascinated and curious, only left confused when the girls-with-glasses saw her and invited her to participate.
Two floors down, in the sales office, a woman she didn't know was enthusiastically indulging in vice with one of the interns. The black leather armchair with steel legs resisted stoically each thrust of the dame's ample hips as she rode the intern with enthusiasm, who could only try to grasp the armrests not to slip away. When the woman finished with a scream that echoed through the empty hallway, the dude managed to get out from under her and, pulling off his jacket, he spilled onto her breasts drawing a perfect circle.
She couldn't resist anymore, ran towards her locker, locked herself in the elevator and trapped it. Facing the mirror, she undressed slowly, caressed herself, licked her fingers to penetrate herself, tried to imitate the cabalgata of the plump lady on all fours, kissed her own lips in the mirror, spat at the cold glass like a little dog, self-punished, bit herself to feel something similar to the porn star of the movie..., couldn't manage more than to increase her... Excitement, without reaching orgasm, an unstoppable dizziness consumed her...she remembered the boys' barbecue from maintenance...she put the elevator into operation and pressed the last floor.
26 comentários - Elevator Going Up
me imagino al que vigila los monitores corriendo al baño 😃
Me encantó como describe la realidad que está mas allá del propio mundo diario y cotidiano. Y muchas veces no vemos por mirar demasiado nuestro propio mundo.
La nombro la Platona de Poringa...
Y que quiere que le diga... Aguanten los muchachos de mantenimiento!!!
Mire... Si se fija el membrete de la foto se dará una idea del pobre muchacho... La que le espera...
Un relato corto y preciso como el viaje del ascensor de la protagonista !!!
Toda la pasión y lujuria de lo que se vive en una oficina en un delicioso relato !!!
Cuanto deseo contenido que seguramente va a ser aprovechado por los muchachos de mantenimiento !!!
A favoritos y volveré hermosa !
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
muy bueno 👍
Tremendo!
Un flash!!
Mi imaginación no puede parar
(esa es la magia de la buena escritura)
Gracias por compartir 👍
Yo comenté tu post, la mejor manera de agradecer es comentando alguno de los mios.
Oh ........!
Me parece que se viene la continuación, por lo menos es lo que yo espero...jajajaja
Buenisimo tu post amiga!! +10...Besitos!!
Pero nunca de este modo, solo una genia del erotismo puede imaginar estas situaciones.
Gracias por compartir