The man gets bold.

Emily feels her ass pressed against the cold elevator wall, which of course is glass. If anyone looked at the elevator, they would easily see her ass cheeks squishing against it. But worse than that, the man who is in front of her gets a bit closer, his bulging pants pressing against Emily’s bare pussy. He rubs it up and down, grinding his jeans against her.

Emily blushes. “Stop it…that’s no ok…”

The man just ignores her complaint, and keeps going. He grinds against her, harder. The denim grinding against her feels very rough, and a little painful as it chafes against her womanhood.

The elevator stops, and a few people get off. The man doesn’t give her any room, and no one seems to care about what’s happening, preferring to ignore it. The man just keeps grinding against her, his arms now holding her arms pinned agains the wall.

This is bad….they’ve only gone up a single floor. He keeps grinding, and you can feel his cock throbbing through his jeans… How long is this going to go on?