The Elevator's Stuck

Hannah and Peter waited for the elevator to start up again. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.

"What is taking this thing so freaking long?" Hannah muttered as she tapped her bare foot, a shiver running up her spine. "I'm freezing my ass off here!"

"I'd offer my coat, but I think it's a little short." Peter offered.

Hannah turned to say something, but actually looking over the man two years her senior, she realized that he was about ten inches shorter than she was. And even if he wasn't, Peter's jacket stopped just at his waist, not hiding his own posterior in the slightest.

"Thanks anyway." Hannah replied with a sigh.

Suddenly, there was a crackle from the speakers on the panel, getting their attention. "Hello, is anyone in there?" A voice called out.

"Yes!" Peter replied as he pressed the call button, "Yes! Two people. The elevator doesn't appear to be working."

"Sorry about that, Sir." The voice said. "We were trying to fix the security camera in this specific elevator when we blew a fuse in the entire West wing of the building. We're working on it right now, but it may take a while until our electrician gets here."

"And how long will that take?" Peter asked.

"Well, let's see. Hey, Louis! How far away does Caroline live again? Well then that shouldn't take too - Oh, her wife's in labor? Okay, who's coming to fix the fuse? And how far away does she live? Okay, Sir. We're looking at anywhere between one to five hours."

"FIVE HOURS?!" Hannah shrieked. She was trapped here for five hours until they fixed this thing?! She grit her teeth as she muttered, "Jade and Jasmine. I'm about to become an only child..."

"Don't you have somebody on site who can do something?" Peter asked, not wanting to spend five hours trapped in an elevator either. And being in one with Hannah was a double edged sword; she was very attractive, but he wasn't sure if his manhood could take being hard for that long.

"Sorry, our resident mechanic called out sick this morning." The voice replied, "And between you and me, the guy covering for him is a senile, old goat. Just stay tight, and we'll get you out in no time."

"No wait! Don't -"

*Click*

The speakers went dead, causing Peter to groan as he sat down in a corner, his hands over his face. Hannah sat down in the corner opposite him, shivering as the cold floors made contact with her bare ass while she hugged her knees.

"What now?" Hannah asked.