Sort of ... maybe ...

Amy waited for the elevator with a crowd of other office folk on their assorted ways to work. Wexler Tower was quite tall, and it was full of various businesses. There were architecture companies, computer game developers, writers, law firms, and so much more. Amy had never really given much thought to the businesses in the building. She cheerfully went about her routine without question: come in through the revolving door, security swipe on the turnstile, take the elevator to 11, use the double doors on the right, and there was her desk, right at the front entrance to Carson, Walker, Harris, and Klein.

On this particular Thursday, she got onto the elevator with about a dozen other people. She was one of the last ones on, so she took a spot near the door. Just before the doors closed, one more woman squeezed through and found herself face to face with Amy. This woman wore a red silk blouse and had her blonde hair up in a loose bun on top.

Feeling a bit cramped, Amy tried to make space for the woman by moving backward. However, there was a man directly behind her. As she backed up, she felt the man's hands against her butt. She tried to shift away from that, and found her own hands against the skirt of the woman who had just squeezed into the elevator. Amy lifted one hand in an effort to avoid touching the woman's skirt, and had nowhere to go but up, where she inadvertently brushed the woman's breast.

The woman looked at Amy with wide eyes. She smiled. She smiled? wondered Amy. I just accidentally touched her breast, and she smiled? Amy froze her hand against her own chest, hoping to avoid further contact. She instinctively took a small step backward, and once again felt the man's hand against her own ass. Amy glanced over her shoulder at the man, who nonchalantly grinned. Did his hand just move?

Amy held her breath. Maybe we'll get to 11 very soon and I can escape this weird whatever is going on. The elevator dinged.

But it was only the fourth floor. A small man wedged his way into the car. This pushed the red-bloused woman closer to Amy, forcing contact between her breast and Amy's hand. The woman smiled again. "Tight squeeze, huh?" she said.

Amy laughed uncomfortably. The tight squeeze firmed up the contact with the man's hand behind her as well.

"You know," said the red-bloused woman, "if it's more comfortable for you, you can unclench your fist." Amy looked at her hand. "Your fist. If you unclench it, you won't really be punching me in the tit, will you?"

Amy blushed with embarrassment. "Oh, gosh, I didn't mean to punch you, I'm so sorry!"

"No," the woman smiled. "I'm saying that if you unclench your fist, you can just rest your hand on my tits, and we'll both feel a lot better about it."

"I can rest -- what can I do?"

"It's a crowded elevator. If you just rest your hands right on my tits, like this," she took Amy's hand in her own, and placed it against her breasts. "Right. Like that."

The elevator dinged. Amy was stunned. It was the ninth floor, and three people got off the elevator. They had to push past Amy, and in doing so, pushed the man behind her. He pressed harder into her backside. She looked over her shoulder again at him. He smiled.

"Look, I'm just waiting to get off at 12. But if you need to lean your body against me until we get there, that's totally fine."

Amy was completely shocked, confused, and worried that she might be having a stroke.

Still on the ninth floor, two more people got on the elevator. Bodies nudged and made room for each other. The red-bloused woman got closer to Amy, further emphasizing that Amy's hand was cupping her breasts, and also pushing her back harder into the man behind her.

"Like I said, totally fine," he commented. "You've got a nice ass, you know."

Amy mumbled, "I've got a nice ass. I know."

The red-bloused woman looked at the man. "Are you Michael, from the cheese company?"

"Yes! Do I know you?"

"I'm Sarah. I work down the hall from you at Thrallmore Photo."

Amy didn't know what to think, what to do, what to say. "Okay, so Michael, Sarah, it's nice to meet you, but I need to get off this elevator now." The car had just arrived at 11, and the doors opened. As Amy pushed forward, she grabbed Sarah's boobs even harder. "I'm sorry about that, Sarah. I don't know what was going on."

"Hey, it's nothing," said Sarah. "Just a little boob grab between strangers. Nothing to lose sleep over!" Amy got out, and the elevator doors closed behind her.