Love in an Elevator

Once upon a time.....There was this girl and this guy. He was a gazillionaire and his company was in a 100 story building, his office on the penthouse floor. One fine day, he wanted to take his girl out on his private yacht. She packed a picnic, dressed in a cute little skirt and tank top. They drove to the office to get the key to the boat. They rode in his convertible Ferrari and parked in the parking garage. And because this is story, she carried the picnic bag with her instead of leaving it in the car .

It's a holiday so everyone has the day off, except a contractor crew working on some renovations on the penthouse floor. They rode up in the elevator, leaning close together and making out. Their bodies pressed together as if the space was tiny. As the elevator reaches the top and the door slides open, he has a giant hardon from the making out. They step out, he is adjusting his jeans to make room. "What are you worried about?" she says "No-one's here today".

"The renovation crew is working up here today, since the building is empty" he says.

She looks around, not seeing anyone, shrugs and follows him into his office.

He begins looking for the key to the boat. She is perched on the corner of his desk so he has to keep walking around her to look for the boat key. There are papers and books scattered around the desk. After a few minutes, she gets up from the edge of the desk and begins to follow him around the office as he is moving things around and mumbling to himself. She follows closely....."does this make you nervous?" She asks.

"My gorgeous lover following behind me does not make me nervous. Distracted, but not nervous" he answered.

She leans on the edge of the desk again, with her legs slightly apart, fiddling with some gizmo from the desk. As he passes by again, she reaches out and grabs a belt loop and pulls him closer. "It's a proven fact, if you stop looking for the lost item, it usually turns up" she says. She pulls him closer and he leans down to kiss her, his hips moving closer. As they are kissing she wraps her legs around his waist. Just to take his mind off the lost key for a minute.

As they are kissing and he is grinding his hips into hers, he suddenly spies the keys, peeking out from under some very technical looking manual. "I got em!" He suddenly says, breaking the kiss, grabbing the picnic bag and her hand and pulling her out the door, slamming the door behind them.