#17

When the doors closed I knew what he was expecting as he did I. I was a woman of a certain age and hey, I didn't play games. I didn't ask permission to take what I wanted. He was standing against the back wall of the elevator. I stood in front of him, facing him. I gently kissed his lips, his neck, holding his arms against the wall of the elevator. I had to work fast because we were skipping floors until the 35th and someone might get on there. He closed his eyes. I licked his lips; he opened his mouth and invited my tongue in. We stood there, passionately kissing for what seemed like minutes but was only seconds. Elevator wisking us away to the higher floors. I heard the chime and the elevator stopped. I wiped my mouth and looked up. We were at 41.