Going Down

Maria Lopez was finally getting out the door. Her kids had been a real pain in the ass that morning. Hector, her twelve-year-old, had freaked out when he found out that his favourite pair of jeans were dirty. Teresa, her sixteen-year-old, had rolled her eyes so many times that she thought there might be wrong with the girl. Being a single parent was hard enough at the best of times, but when her kids were giving her attitude, Maria wanted to throw in the towel.

Not that quitting was an option. Parenting was for life. At least for the mother. Someone should have told that to their deadbeat dad, Miguel, that before he disappeared. He was probably off drunk out of his mind, fucking barely legal (if that!) sluts, while Maria was left holding the bag.

Of course Maria loved her children, and wouldn’t change being their mother for the world. She was just tired. Tired of her kids giving her attitude. Tired of the fact that women had to pick up the slack for men. Tired of working so hard and getting nowhere. That day she had the day off of work, which meant laundry, groceries, and cleaning. By the time her kids got home from school, the fridge would be stocked, the apartment would be clean, the clothes would smell fresh, and Maria would be exhausted and broke.

If only Miguel had paid child support. If only he hadn’t saddled her with so much credit card debt. If only he had been enough of a man that he had stuck around to be a part of their kids’ lives. If only.

“Men,” she said, venom in her voice. It was a common refrain for the single mother. She hadn’t been in a relationship for years now, not because she was unattractive, but because she was sick of men and all their bullshit.

The men, on the other hand, never seemed to get the memo that Maria was unavailable. She could blame it on her round ass, her nice big tits, her thick, kissable lips, but that would wrong. The fault didn’t lay with her, but with them. Men, on the whole, were the worst.

And so Maria Lopez had sworn them off. Her friends has all laughed at her, but it hasn’t been as difficult as they made it out to be. Being free is romantic interest had freed her up to do the things she loved more. Riding her bike, reading, she was even learning French! Being single was much better than being in a relationship.

The door locked behind her as it closed, and Maria, holding the reusable bags she used for groceries, hurried down the hallway to the elevators. She could hear one of the doors open. If she got there quickly, maybe she wouldn’t have to wait.

“Hold the car please!” She called out.

A hand thrust itself out of the elevator car, a man’s hand, wearing a ring. The ring caught the light in a funny way for a second, shining into Maria’s eye. She blinked, then stepped into the elevator.

The man standing next to her was a stranger, a man she was sure she had never seen before, but there was something so familiar about him. Something like a tickle in the back of her mind. She stared at him, trying to connect what she was seeing with what she was feeling. Then it hit her.

She loved him!

Of course! It was love that she felt, and something else too...

Lust!

She wanted him so badly! He had been so helpful to her, holding the door to the elevator. The only real thing to do would be to bring him back to her bedroom and thank him properly. It wouldn't be hard. He was just so manly. Oh, Maria felt so lucky to be riding the elevator with him.

"Thank-you," she said, nervous about starting a conversation with a strange man, but more nervous that she might screw things up and lost the opportunity to be with this hunk, "The elevator. That was very kind of you. Very generous."

The doors slid shut and he turned toward her with a smile.

"It was nothing," he said, "Only took a second."

Maria couldn't take it anymore. He was just too perfect. What an amazing feeling it was to be the only woman with him, the only one on the elevator. She pressed the "Stop" button with her left hand, and with her right she grabbed behind his neck and pulled him down to her lips for a kiss. Oh, and what a kiss. She was on fire for him. All she could imagine was spending the rest of her life with her elevator man, kissing him, loving him, fucking him. Finally, what she had always wanted, to be the wife of a man who loved her, someone who could take care of her, someone she could grow old with.

The hunger inside her grew. Her elevator man struggled for a moment, but Maria wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. She pressed him against the back of the elevator, lips against his, tongue in his mouth, while her left hand snaked down into his pants. Oh yes, there it was. Her elevator man was hard for her. She held onto his manhood and softly began to tug, eliciting a moan from her lover. Touching his penis made her feel important, that it was all hers, nobody else's. But her goal wasn't to have his penis in her hand. She wanted his penis in her pussy. Her sopping wet pussy, the one meant only for her elevator man. Pulling her hand from his pants, she undid his belt, his button, his zipper, and let his pants fall to the floor. Soon she would have him thrusting into her, filling her with his seed, and maybe...

Just maybe...

Oh Lord, please let it be so. She wanted to badly to have his baby. It was what she had always dreamed of. To be a mother. Yes, she had her two teenagers, but to carry her elevator man's baby, that would be truly becoming a mother. Everything else had been practice. The baby they would make together would make them a family, and everything would be perfect.

Maria reached under her dress, pulled her panties down, and kicked them aside. Then she pulled her man to the ground. There was not time to make it to the bedroom. She was so horny, so in love, she had to have him right then and there. Again he protested, but she pulled out a breast and stuck a nipple in his mouth, shutting him up. Then it happened.

Her mind exploded as she slid her elevator man's erection into her snatch.

"Yes!" she screamed, her voice reverberating off the walls of the small space, "Honey, you're amazing! I can't believe I get to marry you! Such a manly man!"

She bounced up on and down on his cock, never wanting it to end, until he came, his hot sperm blasting into her. They kissed, she collapsed onto his chest, his erection slowly becoming soft inside of her. Life was perfect.

And then, all of a sudden, it wasn't.

"What?" she said, blinking, looking at the stranger beneath her, "What just happened?"

"You came onto me," the man said, his penis twitching in her vagina, "You practically molested me."

"I did?" Maria felt conflicted, confused. All of the lust had dissipated, but the love still remained, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sam," he said, "I've never done anything like that before. I'm sorry if I..."

"No need to be sorry, Sam," she replied, "I'm Maria. I hope this isn't too forward, but I think I want to... need to marry you. I love you Sam."