She played in an unattainable women’s league
The display boards of the parking guidance system showed that almost all parking garages were occupied. Only the one in the city center (the one with the elevator) offered some free places. A sunflower-yellow Porsche crawled up to the ticket machine in front of me, and I briefly saw the profile of an older lady sticking out the window as she reached for the parking ticket. With increasing desperation, I followed the sports car into the bowels of the parking garage. Walking speed seemed much too fast for the lady in front of me.
I found myself looking out the window, watching for snails that might overtake me. Through the rear window of the Porsche, I saw her jerking her head left and right like a hen laying eggs, looking for a free parking space. My exasperation mutated into anger and I wondered once again why the most unsafe drivers always drove the most expensive cars.
Finally, we reached the lowest deck and I threaded my way into an empty parking space next to the Porsche. At the same time as me, the woman also got out of her car. Apart from the fact that she drove a car that was unaffordable by my standards, I saw at first glance that she was also visually in that league of women that was unattainable for me. My friend wore clothes and cheap jewelry from the Quelle catalog and looked lovely. But this lady, I estimated her age somewhere around fifty, covered her slender body with a summer dress, the purchase price of which would probably have been enough to pay my rent.
I caught a glimpse of her bouncing breasts in the elevator
Just as I was making my way to the elevator, she stepped out from beside her Porsche and awkward eye contact ensued. In a split second, I weighed whether to walk behind her, or in front of her. Behind her, I immediately discarded. If I walked so close behind her, she might find it uncomfortable. Walking in front of her seemed more reasonable, but deprived me of the pleasure of looking at her butt. Another way to ease the situation was to address them.
She seemed to have come to the same conclusion and said with a smile:
“Full house, we got lucky there.” She nodded in the direction of her Porsche and added, “The last two seats!”
I turned to go, furtively eyeing her body. The curves of the buttocks stood out under the light summer dress and slightly sideways hanging breasts tried to defy gravity.
I replied to her, “Yeah, lucky really!” shrugging my shoulders and explaining in a playfully reproachful tone, “It’s just Saturday, everyone’s in town!”
We strolled side by side to the elevator and more than once I looked out of the corner of my eye at her bouncing breasts, which were probably not under the dictates of a brassiere because of the heat.
She muttered, “And I thought the early bird catches the worm! Was probably nothing with it.” My uncomprehending, stupid grin acoustically underlaid by a: “Huh?”, made her giggle.
I kept my distance from her ass in the crowds of the lift
She explained, “I went into town extra early because of the heat, but apparently everyone else had the same idea!”
I nodded in agreement, hashed for another bounce of her breasts, and realized she was arousing me.
One of the two elevators had an “out of service” sign hanging from it, and it appeared that the working elevator was ignoring the lowest parking deck.
The woman said with an annoyed undertone in her voice, “A third elevator really wouldn’t be a luxury!”
I quipped, “With the expensive parking fees, the parking garage operators really ought to be carrying us up on their hands!”
She sighed with a smile, “Or we can use our own legs.” And turned to the staircase.
At that moment, the elevator door swung open. The parking garage had been built seven decks deep underground and by the time we reached the fourth deck, the elevator was packed. I stood in the back right corner and right in front of me shone the woman’s blonde perms.
On the third deck, more people squeezed into the elevator, amid murmured protests from those present. I was literally trapped. Behind me the corrugated chrome steel of the cabin wall and in front of me the woman. Obligated to decency, I tried to keep my loins off her butt and shifted my weight from one leg to the other and back again.
Our pelvises moved in unison
The heat in the cramped cabin was unbearable and got worse when I felt the Porsche lady, barely noticeable at first, press her butt against me. Then the pressure eased briefly, intensified even more, and turned into a rubbing motion.
I fought on all fronts. Against a claustrophobic feeling, against the heat and against this demanding butt. Finally, I surrendered to my full-blown erection and synchronized my pelvic movements with hers.
Unnoticed by the others, I lost myself in this exciting dance. The feeling of confinement and the heat gave way to my sensation. The room in my head cinema darkened and on the screen my film began to run.
Then chaos broke out. The elevator jerked, the lights went out, and a few people screamed.
A loud male voice thundered to my left: “Quiet! Be quiet!”
The screaming stopped and the same voice placatingly explained, “I’m sure this won’t take long. We need to stay calm!” One quipped, “I have to pee!”
Everyone laughed and you could feel the tension in the cabin ease a bit.
One asked reproachfully, “Where are the emergency lights?”
Someone else croaked, “And what about the air? We’re choking!”
The one on my left reassured, “I’m an elevator mechanic and I can assure you all that we’re getting enough breathing air!”
Finally my boner slipped between her thighs
A slightly hysterical female voice nagged something, but I didn’t hear much of it or of the further conversations of the others.
The old Porsche driver had regained her composure after the initial fright, then slid a hand behind her butt and curiously felt my boner through my shorts. I pulled in my belly, held my breath for a moment and used the freed space to unzip my pants. With my left hand I felt for her butt to push up the skirt, but she had already beaten me to it and I felt the soft silk of her panties on my fingers. With my right hand I tried to get my hard-on between her legs, but had to bend my knees slightly to do so, since she was a bit smaller than me.
Admittedly, a Gemurkse such and when my maltreated boner between her sweaty thighs slipped through, I almost cheered loudly.
She leaned completely against me and began to rock her pelvis back and forth. Her hair tickled my face and her scent additionally confused my senses, increased the desire and made me almost frantic. Occasionally I felt her fingers on my glans and I suspected she was masturbating.
Somehow I managed to push my right hand to one breast and, pleasantly surprised, I felt through the thin fabric of her dress how a hard wart grew out of flaccid, yielding flesh.
My cock spit out the last drops of cum
My girlfriend’s small breasts were also very arousing, but not nearly as pleasure-increasing as this old breast in my hand. Hesitantly at first, then more courageously, and finally, as best we could in the midst of our unsuspecting fellow prisoners, we surrendered to this almost surreal experience. Then everything happened almost simultaneously.
I pulled my boner out of the wetness of her thighs and squirted. The elevator jerked, a dim light flared, and the woman frantically detached herself from me. Fortunately, everyone was blinded and surprised by the sudden jerk, so no one noticed how I squeezed my still pulsating and last cum spewing cock into the shorts.
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The elevator was clearly moving, but not as smoothly and quietly as usual.
From outside, a muffled voice entered the cabin, “We’ll have to crank you up by hand, the engine’s broken!” Someone tapped three times vigorously with the flat of his hand on one of the chrome steel walls in response. Another drooled fearfully, “Are you crazy! I don’t want to crash this fucking thing!” Now a discussion began about the safety of the elevators. I listened only with half an ear and tried to get my excitement under control. The woman seemed to feel the same way, she was shaking all over.
Looking back, I can’t say how much longer it took for us to be liberated.
I usually find ruined orgasms frustrating. But at that time, neither this feeling nor anything else negative germinated. I just remember keeping my eyes on the woman the whole time in the elevator, bathing in a kind of euphoria. The last picture was then almost grotesque. The elevator door opened, everyone poured out of the car, and the woman glanced at me with a sly smile. The stylishly dressed and presumably wealthy woman, removed herself with a confident, elegant gait and threads of my semen stuck to her calves.
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