Lift

Paul and Chris volunteer to take the stairs, so the other six of you pile into the lift.

It’s a bit of a squeeze in the lift, there’s no way to manoeuvre yourself so that you’re not in direct contact with somebody else, especially at chest level - you find yourself sandwiched between Mary and Emily and you have to admit you are not entirely unhappy about the situation. You have your arms by your sides and one of your hands accidentally brushes against Barbara’s butt. You politely try to pull your hand away but you feel Barbara’s grip around your wrist, repositioning you hand back on her behind. She places her hand over yours and encourages you to start rubbing her buttock, and then she guides your hand into the crevice between her arse cheeks. Meanwhile, Emily winks at you and you feel her hand on your crotch, where she gently starts rubbing your cock.{if fart=true}

The silence in the lift is broken by a loud fart, which you can all immediately smell.

“Ugh, who did that?!” demands Laura. “Couldn’t you have waited until we’re outside the lift? Farting in an enclosed space, huh! And it stinks!”

She is only answered by the noise of another fart, from a different direction. Again nobody owns up. You feel the pressure of a fart building in your own bowels.

“It does stink, but actually I kind of quite like it,” says Barbara hesitantly. There are some mumbles of agreement. You take that as all the permission you need to add your own contribution to the increasingly foul-smelling air, and you find that you relish the smell as you subtly inhale deeply.{endif}

All too soon the lift reaches the 9th floor and the doors open. The six of you file out, with flirty glances being exchanged between various members of the group who had enjoyed touching each other up during your ascent.