The Elevator Ride - a short story which was originally published in 2014 - has been converted it into a 7-part series. The 7-part series will be shared as daily blog post each day of this week.
Enjoy!**Disclaimer: This blog post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your own discretion.**
Rex remained silent.
He would never admit it to Mona but he and his buddies
had concluded: Aimee was clingy. Unfortunately for him, Aimee was nothing like
the girlfriends he’d had before and not at all like self-assured Mona. Why he
compared Mona and Aimee, Rex wasn’t sure, but he did and often.
Rex followed Mona’s movements as she set her designer
bag and briefcase on the floor. “Wha… what are you doing?” he croaked suddenly.
“I’m taking off my blazer,” Mona replied. She dumped the
jacket on the pile at her feet. “Do you mind?”
I mind very
much! he wanted to shout. He thought
that after their one-time incident his lust for his hot-to-trot boss would diminish.
But their torrid roll in the hay had done nothing except intensify Rex’s desire
for the striking, forty-something-year-old Mona. “Watch you don’t catch cold,”
he mocked not once attempting to look away from her cleavage. “That shirt looks
paper thin.”
Aimee was withholding sex and Rex was reduced to
masturbating and that sucked. And now seeing Mona’s short skirt, slutty pumps,
and tits that nearly bounced right out of her tight-fitting blouse every time
she moved, it was all Rex could do to keep his growing erection in check.
“I’m not one for false modesty,” she said “Besides you’ve
seen me with much less clothing.”
“Right,” he said removing his tie and stuffing it in
his pocket. “I’ve seen you butt naked.”
Soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.
Thoughts of their animalistic sex stirred his libido. Fuck…he should have kept
his distance, should have kept Mona’s at arm’s length. He hadn’t. Now he was knee
deep!
Mona nibbled at her bottom lip and regarded him
thoughtfully.
“What we had was drunken sex, Mona. That’s all.” Rex spoke
suddenly. At that moment he needed to convince himself as much.
She crossed the short distance that separated them.
“Drunken sex or not” she said standing before him, “It was a ‘good lay’. Those
were your words.”
The Elevator Ride - Part 5 will be posted on Friday. Thanks for reading!
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