Stangers in the Night

Strangers in the night.

I'm just your average women. My name is Judy, 29 year old young professional. Always hustling to make that next deal. I live in a big city. Always lots going on. Always something to do or see. But lately I haven't been doing or seeing much. I just work all the time. I'm married to my work.

About a year ago I realized I needed a night out. Just some me time. I didn't know what would happen. Or even what I would do. I just knew I needed a fun night. Let me till you, a fun night I had. Here's everything that happened.

It was a Saturday morning. The alarm went off. Why did my alarm go off on a Saturday morning you ask? Because in my world Saturday is just like every other day. I work. I don't know a day off.

I got up showered and got dressed. No time for breakfast, I was already late. I left my building grabbed a Starbucks and hailed a cab. During the cab ride I answered a few work emails. We pulled up to the building, I exited the cab and off to another 16 hour day of work.

As soon as I walked in I was bombarded with paper work. Getting to my desk and logging on to my computer was no help, waiting for me was 16 new emails. All of course time sensitive. My day was getting off to a great start.

As I went threw emails looked over paper work and downed about a gallon of coffee, half the date had already got away from me. Opting not to take a lunch because time is always money, I just kept on working. I really can't remember the last time I had a full lunch hour.

The harder and harder I worked the more stressed and frustrated I became. It seemed like just as I finished a task three more piled up. But being a company women I kept working. Not to mention with a smile on my face the whole time. I looked up at the clock and it read 6pm. With my head down in paper the next time I looked at the clock it read 9pm. Holy shit, I worked for three hours without looking up. It was time to get out of the office. If I didn't I would have had a nervous breakdown.

I left the building hailed a cab and was headed home. Of course on the ride home I answered some last minute emails. Just to tight up some loose ends. I got to my building, jumped in the elevator and could feel the warm embrace of my apartment. It was calling me.

I was almost at my floor when the doors opened and a man got on. He was very attractive. He was wearing a tux, perfectly groomed and not a hair on his head out of place. He sparked my interest. And why wouldn't he, I hadn't gotten laid in 2 years. It wasn't because I couldn't get men, it was because I didn't have time for them. My husband was my job.

We reached my floor and I got off the elevator. I gave the gentleman a smile and headed to my door. The second I walked in I felt happy. I was home. I decided this was a work free night. I turned my phone off, shut my computer down and unplugged my landline. I was totally free of the office.

I kicked off my heels stripped to my bra and panties and grabbed a glass of mine. Next I cuddled into bed and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels for what felt like an eternity. Of course nothing good on. So it was me and my wine with nothing else to do.

My mind began to wonder. I was thinking about the attractive man in the elevator. Just thinking about him was starting to get me hot. I don't know if it was the stress of the day or the lack of sex, but I knew right then and there I needed to have sex. That it, I was going out and I was going to get some. I jumped out of bed and walked to my closet to find an outfit.

99% of my stuff was conservative. I was tired of conservative. Tonight I was going to be a slut and I didn't care who knew. I found a cute short skirt and a halter top. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was good, but needed something to complete it. I had just the thing. I dug around in my closet and found my biggest slutest heels. Eureka, I found them. 6inch stiletto heels. I put them on. Now I was ready. That was the missing piece.

I grabbed my keys and my purse and headed out the door. I didn't have to go very far because there was a bar right by my apartment. I walked in, sat at the bar and ordered a Cosmo. I glazed over the room. It was slim pickings. A few cute guys and a ton drunks. I figured I would just sit at the bar and see if anyone came up to me. I do have to say I looked good. After a few minute a guy approached me. He wasn't bad looking. No Brad Pitt, but hey I wasn't Angelina either.

We struck up a conversation and this is went I realized he had no game what so ever. I hadn't been on the market for 2 years and didn't remember how bad some guys where when taking to women. It was pathetic. Not even that fact that he was buying me drinks kept me taking to him. I excused myself and left the bar. Lucky for me there wasn't another nice bar a few blocks away. I walked, well did my best to walk to the other bar, but at this time I was pretty drunk. The 6 inch heels didn't help.

I got the the other bar sat down at the bar and scoped out the room. More potential then the last place. I saw a guy staring at me from the corner of my eye, so I gave him a smile and he came over and sat next to me. He asked what I was drinking and ordered me one. We chatted and once again I realized it was going no where. It's not that I'm picky I just like someone who can speak well.

I'm the type or thinks and acts fast. I'm not impressed with bullshit. And this guy was shoveling it like no tomorrow. I think he felt the vibe too because I grabbed his phone and said he got a text from work and had to leave. Thank god because he was putting me to sleep.

I finished my drink and was so frustrated I just left the bar. Fuck it this is the reason vibrators where invented. I was going to just have to take care of myself tonight. I stumbled out of the bar and headed home. As I was approaching my apartment I literally bumped into what I was looking for. A handsome guy, with a quiet but sexy ore about him. I was instantly attracted to him. I think he felt the same way. He was checking me out as we made small talk.

He apologized for bumping into me and asked me if he could buy me a drink. By this time I had enough alcohol. What I wanted was between his legs. So I respectful declined his offer. But I told him I was headed back to my apartment and asked him if he would walk me. He agreed. We talked and I knew he was my type of guy. He didn't give me BS lines, he knew went to talk and when to listen and he had a confidence about himself.

The more we chatted the more I liked him. He was from the same world as me. Working all the time and married to what he did. As soon as we reached my apartment I knew I wanted to fuck him. I asked if he'd like to come up and he agreed. We walked into the elevator. As the doors closed I jumped his bones. We started to make out. He knew what he was doing.

He wrapped his arms around me as we continue to make out. He moved his hand down below my waist and up my skirt. He grabbed my ass and gave it a light tap. He started to squeeze it as our making out got heavier. With one hand on my ass and still making out with me he was able to find and hit the stop button on the elevator. It suddenly stopped. I had lived in this building for six years, I knew what was going to happen. If it stays stopped for longer then thirty seconds the alarm was going to sound. I didn't give a shit.

Right on cue the alarm went off. It didn't effect either of us. His hands had now moved from the ass to my pussy. He slid his hand into my panties and started playing with my clit. It was the first time in 2 years a mans hands where anywhere near my clit. He seemed to be having trouble with the angle he was in and my panties. So I slid them down my legs and took them off. Now the obstruction was gone and he could really get his hand in there.

This clearly wasn't his first time because he knew exactly what he was doing. Next I undid his zipper and pulled his dick out. Much to my delight he was hard as a rock. I started to run his cock as he played with my clit. As this was all going on we never stopped making out. We where both so into it neither one of us could even hear the alarm anymore.

This was the hottest thing I had ever done sexually. It was about to get hotter. He removed his lips from mine, he put his hands on my hips and guided me till I was facing away from him. He told me to bend over and I gladly obliged. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He moved closer to me and stuck his dick deep inside me.

2 years is a long time to go without sex I was realizing because once he stuck it in me I was in ecstasy. My pussy wrapped around his dick like they where made for each other. At first he was gentle just to make sure I could take it, but before long he was slamming his dick into me like his life depended on it.

I had no complaints. I always liked it hard. Never being the type to sit back and not do my part I started to help. I pushed my ass into his pelvis as he pushed his dick into me. The deeper he fucked me the more he hit my G-spot. It was like his cock and my pussy where a perfect match for each other.

He reached his hands to my shirt and pulled it up. He then undid my bra and I took it off for him. He started rubbing my tits and caressing my nipples. I always loved my nipples played with during sex if the guy knew what he was doing. And boy did he. My nipples instantly got really hard. He knew it too because I could feel his dick get a bit harder inside me.

Our bodies where totally inSync with each other. Our movements seemed choreographed. Neither one of us was going to last much longer. I could feel my orgasm coming. He continued to thrust into me with pin point timing. This was it, I was cumming and he knew it. My pussy tighten and became even wetter. I moaned loudly. He grabbed my hips extra tight and stuck it in deeper then he had before. He was cumming inside me right as I was cumming. We came at the exact same time.

Both of us out of breath we just stayed in the position enjoying the moment. Unfortunately now it was back to reality. He put his dick away and I put my bra shirt and panties back on. We did our best to fix ourselves as to not make it look like we just had sex. He hit the stop button again and the elevator started to move. We reached my floor and got out.

Now the only problem was getting him out of my building. If my guess was right there was going to be about 10 firefighters in the lobby. Once the alarm goes off firefighters are instantly notified. My only idea was taking the stairs. We went to the stairwell and rapidly made our way down 23 flights of stairs. Our adrenaline was still pumping from before so it was pretty easy.

As we hit the lobby floor I opened the door slightly to peak out. Just like I guessed lots of firefighters all over the lobby. We caught a break because our elevator had just reached the lobby as well and everyone was looking inside it. We opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible and walked out. Nobody noticed us because they where all inspected the elevator. We walked by like we had no idea what was going on. I even asked a neighbor what all the fuss was about.

We walked out of the building. We both knew this was a one time thing. Their wasn't going to be more to this then what it was. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and started to walk away. After getting a few feet from me he turned around and winked. I shot him a smile and he went on his way into the night.

It was by far the hottest thing I had ever done. I had sex a guy in my elevator after just meeting him. I have no idea what his name is or even who he is. But I do know it was just what I needed.