The smallest elevator ever.

Natalie walks ahead of us to the elevators, her impossibly muscular buns flexing like steel cables with each diffident stride; while pointing out our method of ascension, she quavers out one Freudian slip after another. "This way Abs—um, I mean, Ahab! Since we're indecent, let's take the privates— err, penis— uh, PRIVATE, private elevator."

He and I side-eye the dilapidated metal door, and in unison express our true feelings in a flat acknowledgement, "O-kaayyy…"

With the goliath woman taking point, we pile into the tiny elevator, squeezing past each other in a fleshy crush; I **** the opportunity to cop a feel of Ahab's juicy ass without his notice. We struggle to fit inside, and with these five cases in hand, we're packed tight. I can feel far too much of our bare skin contacting.

Natalie's generous melons are pressing into my face, forcing me to back away, lest I suffocate in her massive chest-pillows. Shuffling backwards from the Amazonian's oversized rack, while eyeing the blushing hunk's bulge, I'm not focused on the foreboding sheets of archaic steel surrounding us; the bare portion of my buttcheeks touch the frigid elevator wall, and I shriek.

My sudden cry brings their attention towards me, but Ahab looks away as quickly as he turned my way, his face reddening.

The three of us twist our heads uncomfortably towards the controls of this screaming metal ****-trap, only to find a grimy, ancient floor plan panel. We're hardly fighting over button pressing privileges.

"Umm, yeah… I refuse to touch that horror show."

"Same."

"N-not me."

Drawing my attention with a giggling 'psst', Ahab traces a finger across Natalie's enviously-developed abs, drawing her attention to his own sexy musculature, and with his deepest, most dulcet voice, he asks her, "Please~"

Emitting a noise of unparalleled bliss at his titillating antics, the blonde manager budges on her 'I'm not going to touch that panel' position.

When he catches me enjoying the tease he's putting on for his manager, Ahab blushes, just, not as vibrantly red as he blushes when he looks at my… well, practically everything, but probably my wet crotch. He bites his kissable lip, and quickly averts his eyes.

I guess I forgot my friends aren't alone in being scantily-clad. This bathing suit may be a one piece, but it's strappy and scintillating in all the raunchiest ways— I'm practically wearing lingerie! Wait… that's why Ahab isn't looking at me more than he must. That mortified hunk isn't simply bashful to the point of asexuality: He's terrified of getting an erection!

Ooh~ Now, that, gives me a fun idea…

I get up as high on my toes as I can, and whisper a naughty method of tormenting our crush into Natalie's ear; her breath hitches at my suggestive suggestions as she hits the grimy, rust-stained—God, I hope that's actually rust—"4" button with her wrist.

Bending far down to address me, she voices her anxiety, "Ming Zhao, I could never do that to him—"

"—Trust me, he'll adore it." I interrupt, wanting her in on the action.

"Wait, He'll adore me?!"

"But that's not what I—" appalled at her misinterpretation skills.

"—In that case, I'll do it."

Wordlessly, I assent to her delusion.

The elevator begins its ascension with a sound not unlike a dying whale, and I begin my naughty little ploy; grabbing the lower-back fabric of my swimsuit I give myself a wedgie. A deep wedgie. Moving into Ahab's line of sight, I keep working at the one piece's seat until my ass is sticking out like I were wearing a g-string.

A slap to my toned butt brings his attention to me, and he breathes out a quavering "Whoa…" as his eyes widen in arousal. Natalie, beside him, bends over and grinds her enormous chest into his bare, blushing body; he gasps as she gyrates, but his pleasures have only just begun.

His toned legs buckle when the blushing Amazonian grabs the hunk by the shoulders, and presses his handsome face into her enormous breasts. He gasps for air with a blissful grin plastered over his gorgeous face; eventually turning around in the giant woman's arms to breathe, he exposes his huge, hairless penis—which is rising to the occasion—to my expectant eyes.

Sauntering up to the helpless man, I take his stiffening cock into a greedy hand.

"May I?" I inquire, one eyebrow arced flirtatiously.

"P-please." Ahab consents.

He moans and squeaks as I fondle him, sliding gently up and down the length of his shaft.

A moaning Ahab huffs as his impressive cock grows in my nimble hand— I accelerate my strokes, causing his flesh to pulsate and throb, while he gasps out, "Oh, oh my God— Ming Zhao, please~ don't stop! I, I, I—"

Not quite complying, I slow my frenetic strokes, and… *Ding* the elevator's rusted doors creak open, whereupon Natalie and I drop our pleasurable **** as suddenly as we began.

The three of us step into the hall, where poor Ahab can't do shit to obscure the still throbbing cock threatening to lift the towel off his smooth, muscular hips.

I get to appreciate the Hell out of his humiliating predicament, but, to his abject horror and my sexual thrill— we're not the alone in walking this hall. The echoing trills of no less than three women bounce down the hotel walls, making the sexy snack's skin crawl.

"Nonononono! Not now!!" The poor guy frets as muffled footsteps enter earshot, and around the corner turns a…