Diana Prince

The pizza guy was doing another order and carrying another pizza box. At a fancy building, he waited for the elevator doors to open. He checked the receipt. 'Seventeenth floor. Okay, you got this.'

He didn't have to use the buzzer this time since by coincidence a resident had been leaving. Easy for him. The elevator doors opened and without thinking or glancing he stepped into the elevator. Balancing a box of piping-hot pizza in one hand, he barely noticed the towering figure already inside. His foot caught on the lip of the elevator, and in an instant, he tripped forward, pizza and all.

Luckily for him, he landed somewhere soft and the pizza remained in his hand.

Looking up, cheeks blazing, he realized he’d landed face-first into the ample, pillowy chest of none other than Diana Prince—the same woman he’d met before under nearly identical circumstances. Except that time, he’d tripped over a curb on a delivery outside, and yes, ended up right in the same place.

Some guys just had weird luck.

Diana looked down, a warm, amused smile playing on her lips. She stood tall, with long, sculpted legs emerging from a fitted, navy-blue skirt that ended high on her thighs, and her blouse was just a bit too tight, with the top buttons undone. A pair of glasses perched on her nose, somehow managing to add to her whole flawless-librarian vibe. She put one hand on her hip, tilting her head with a smile that only made him feel more like a stammering mess.

"Oh...uh...."

“You seem to have a knack for this,” she teased, her voice soft and smooth. “You must really be drawn to me.”

“Uh, s-sorry about that,” he mumbled, backing away. The pizza was safe too, so it felt like he got really, really lucky there. “Didn’t mean to, uh—”

Diana just laughed, clearly unbothered, straightening her blouse. “No need to apologize. It’s nice to see you again,” she said, with a grin that made him blush even more.

The pizza guy swallowed, forcing himself to focus. Don’t stare, he reminded himself. But she was… stunning. And the fitted skirt that hugged her hips, those strong yet curvy thighs, the way her whole presence seemed to light up the cramped elevator—let’s just say it took all his concentration not to trip over his words (again).

“So, what floor?” Diana asked.

“Uh, the 17th,” the pizza guy managed, clearing his throat. “Top floor.”

Diana nodded and pressed the button for him. They went up. Second floor, third floor, fifth floor. But then, just as the elevator began to hum to the seventh floor, there was a loud, mechanical groan and everything jolted to a sudden stop.

The lights flickered. Both of them swayed from the jolt, and before he knew it, the pizza guy was pressed back against the wall with a pizza in one hand—and Diana sort of fell backward… right into him.

And by into him, he meant that her amazing, heart-shaped butt was now grinding against his lap.

‘Oh...! Oh wow!’ he thought, feeling his entire face turn red as her ass pressed snugly against him. The elevator creaked again, rocking slightly, causing Diana to shift, her booty pushing deeper and deeper against him. Each little movement sent a jolt through him and he suddenly became aware of something even more unexpected.

Diana wasn’t wearing anything under that skirt.

‘Wait—she’s… commando? Are you kidding me?!’

A single layer was all that was between the pizza guy's cock and Diana. Oh my god, suddenly, his own cock felt like it was bulging.

Still against him, Diana looked back over her shoulder, completely unbothered, with that same warm smile. “Well, seems we’re stuck,” she said, voice light, as if this sort of thing happened every day. “I hope you don’t mind being pressed for a little longer.” She gave a small, innocent wiggle, her hips shifting again. One hand was flat on the wall to keep steady.

But as for pushing herself away? No sign of that. She was keeping her ass right there against his crotch.

“N-no problem,” he managed to squeak out, clutching the pizza like a life preserver as his face burned. He had no idea how long they’d be trapped here, but one thing was for sure—he was never forgetting this delivery.

The elevator gave another creak and gravity pushed Diana back into him, her perfectly sculpted, heart-shaped butt pressing even more firmly against his crotch. The pizza guy gripped the pizza box tighter, his face so hot he was pretty sure he was going to combust.

"This elevator is far too unstable. Just what happened?"

"Agreed," he said as he fought to keep his cool. But this? This was anything but cool. This was… possibly the greatest—and most overwhelming—moment of his life.

‘Focus on the pizza. Focus on the pizza,’ he repeated to himself. But with her blessed ass pressed against him, her body warm and soft against his, it was all he could do to keep it together. The way she moved, every subtle shift and adjustment, felt like it was designed to test every bit of self-control he had.

The elevator stopped.

Diana seemed completely relaxed, glancing around at the elevator walls and taking in the situation. “Hopefully maintenance won’t take too long,” she said, as though they were just stuck in line at the grocery store together. “But don’t worry, we’ll be fine as long as we stay steady.” She flashed him a small smile, completely oblivious to the effect she was having. “Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah, fine,” he managed, voice an octave higher than usual.

Another jolt from the elevator caused her to shift back into him, her ass pressing firmly into his crotch, and he swore he saw stars. This was either a blessing or the ultimate test of his patience, he wasn’t sure which.

Twitch.

His pants suddenly felt tight. His cock writhed and rose, hugged by her ass cheeks, wanting escape. No, wanting to feel her ass more.

'God, I hope she didn't notice.'

The elevator jolted again as it came to an abrupt halt at the tenth floor, the lights flickering ominously before steadying. The pizza guy blinked, clutching the pizza box like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

Slowly, her ass left his very obvious bulge. Whether she noticed...

“Looks like we’re stuck again,” Diana said lightly, as though they hadn’t just been playing an unintentional game of How Much Can This Poor Guy Take Before He Melts Into A Puddle of Awkwardness.

So what next? The elevator had stopped and Diana had left the pizza guy with his cock throbbing in his pants. The sheer bulge was so embarrassing and obvious that he had put the pizza boxes low to hide it.

"Hang on, if you will,” she said.

The pizza guy blinked. “Hang on for—?”

With a low groan of metal, the elevator doors began to slide open. Diana’s hands worked the steel apart like it was cardboard, her muscles flexing in a way that made his brain short-circuit.

‘H-holy crap. Holy crap. Is this legal? Is she human!? She's bending steel!

He watched her biceps and forearms work effortlessly and his cock twitched again. There was something deeply, ridiculously attractive about someone who could casually bench press an elevator door and then act like it was nothing.

“There,” Diana said, stepping back and brushing her hands off as though she’d just finished rearranging some furniture. “We’re on the tenth floor. I live here.” She turned to him, her eyes twinkling. She didn't seem to notice the unusual low placement of the pizza boxers. “The stairs are under construction, so unless you want to wait here alone, why don’t you come up to my unit until the elevators are running again?”

“Uh… sure. If that’s okay with you?”

Winking, Diana beckoned him over with two fingers. “Of course. Come on. It’s better than sitting here in the dark.”