We Took the Elevator with Nothing Under Her Coat
At twenty-seven, I thought I had already tried almost everything, until Renata came into my life and showed me how wrong I was. She was twenty-five, petite, one of those women who seem fragile until you see them move and realize there’s nothing fragile about them. What I liked most wasn’t her body, though her body drove me crazy; it was the way she was always looking for the edge, the exact place where pleasure mixed with the danger of someone discovering us.
We were turned on by the same things. When we went out to dinner, sometimes I’d ask her to take off her underwear in the restaurant bathroom and hand it to me under the table. Then she’d spend the rest of the night knowing there was nothing beneath that dress, while I played at sliding my fingers beneath her thigh until I brushed her wet pussy as the waitress served us dessert. At the movies, we always sat in the back row, and I’d end up with my hand between her legs, masturbating her slowly, kissing her more to muffle her moans than for any other reason. More than once, she ended up kneeling with her head in my lap, pulling my cock out right there and sucking me until she made me swallow my load in silence. We never knew what those movies were about.
Renata shared a fourth-floor apartment with two girls from college. The building had eight floors and an old, slow elevator, with mirrors on three walls and a yellowish light that buzzed like a mosquito. That elevator ended up being the setting for one of those nights that, even years later, still makes my pulse race when I remember it.
We had planned to go dancing. Places like that didn’t get started until after midnight, so we killed time watching a series in her living room, with her roommates already asleep in their rooms. Around one, we got ready to leave. It was cold, and Renata took advantage of that to put on a long wool coat that came almost to her knees, along with tall leather boots.
“Ready?” I asked her while looking for the car keys.
“Almost,” she said, and opened her coat for barely a second, just long enough for me to see that she wasn’t wearing a single thing underneath. Her tits bare, her pussy shaved, knee-high boots, and nothing else.
It was going to be a long night.
We left the apartment trying not to laugh like a couple of teenagers. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, everything changed. Renata pressed the button for the top floor, the eighth, and leaned back against the mirror at the rear. Nobody used that elevator at that hour, and we both knew it.
“Take it off,” she murmured, referring to the coat.
I slid my hands along the lapels and opened it all the way. Seeing her like that, completely naked except for the boots, beneath that trembling light, with her reflection multiplied in the three mirrors, was like taking a blow to the chest. My cock went hard at once, tight against my pants, and she felt it when I embraced her and kissed her slowly, rubbing myself against her belly.
I moved down her neck, barely biting her skin, and continued to her tits. Her nipples were small and dark, and when she got aroused they seemed to double in size. I sucked them one at a time, tugging them between my teeth, playing with my tongue until they felt hard as little pebbles between my lips. She arched her back against the mirror and reached for my hand, pulled it between her legs, and forced me to push two fingers inside her. She was soaked. My fingers slid all the way in without resistance, and she let out a low, bitten-off moan as I moved them inside her, curling them, searching for that rough spot that drove her crazy.
“Deeper,” she panted. “Harder.”
I slipped in a third finger and started fucking her with my hand, fast, while squeezing her swollen clit with my thumb. Renata began rubbing herself against my thigh in time with my hand, slowly at first, then with greater urgency, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound. I felt her pussy clenching around my fingers, dripping and soiling my wrist.
The elevator stopped with a jolt and the bell rang. We both froze, staring at the doors, my heart about to leap out of my mouth. They didn’t open. I let out the breath I hadn’t known I was holding, without removing my fingers.
“That was close,” she whispered, laughing against my ear, but she immediately moaned again when I drove my fingers all the way in.
I pressed another button, this time for the ground floor, and the elevator began to descend. I knelt in front of her, lifted one leg, and rested it on my shoulder. Renata held on to the metal rail and threw her head back against the mirror. I spread the lips of her pussy with my thumbs and ran my whole tongue over her from bottom to top, savoring her, filling my mouth with her warm wetness. She tasted of salt and hot woman. I sucked her clit with my lips, tugged at it with my mouth, then pushed my tongue inside as deep as I could while the elevator descended floor by floor and the possibility that the doors might open at any moment made everything more intense.
I looked up without stopping eating her. She was caressing one tit with one hand, squeezing the nipple between her fingers and twisting it, looking down at me through narrowed eyes as if begging me not to stop for anything in the world. I put two fingers inside her again while continuing to suck her clit, and felt the thigh resting on my shoulder begin to tremble. She came in my mouth with a long moan, covering her own mouth with her free hand, pressing herself against my face while I swallowed everything that came out of her. When the elevator reached the bottom and stopped, we sent it back up.
***
This time it was my turn. I was wearing a long jacket too, one that came halfway down my thighs. I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down to my knees, and my cock sprang out, hard and swollen, the tip already glistening. Renata crouched in front of me and licked her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing. First she ran her tongue along my length, slowly, kissing me from the base to the glans, without hurry, spitting saliva and spreading it over me with her hand. She licked my balls one at a time, took them into her mouth, tugging with her lips until I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Then she took my entire cock into her mouth in a single movement and started moving, playing her tongue against the frenulum, tightening her lips, sinking me down her throat and pulling me out with strands of saliva hanging from her chin. She looked up at me with those eyes that knew perfectly well what effect they had on me, while gripping the base with one hand and masturbating me at the same time as she sucked.
“You’re going to kill me,” I said through my teeth, one hand braced against the mirror so I wouldn’t lose my balance and the other buried in her hair.
I grabbed the back of her head and began moving it myself, setting the rhythm, fucking her mouth slowly but all the way down. She let me, arching her neck, swallowing saliva, letting me feel her throat tightening around my glans. Her eye makeup was running, her chin was covered in spit, and she didn’t care about anything.
The elevator reached the eighth floor and the doors stayed closed. This time we didn’t press any buttons. I pulled her off my cock by her hair, lifted her by the armpits, and crushed her against the mirror. She wrapped her legs around my waist and, holding her against the wall, I lined myself up with the entrance to her pussy and let her drop under her own weight. I felt her swallow me all the way to the bottom, squeezing me, soaking me.
The moan she let out beside my ear turned me on even more, if that was possible. I held her firm buttocks and raised and lowered her over my cock, faster and faster, until the wet noise of our bodies began to mingle with the hum of the light. Every time I buried my cock all the way inside her, we both held our breath, because all it would take was someone on any of the eight floors calling the elevator for the doors to open suddenly and find us like that.
That was exactly the thrill. The idea of being seen, of some sleepy neighbor pressing the button and finding me fucking her standing against the mirror, her tits bouncing to the rhythm of my thrusts, had us both on the edge. Renata stretched out an arm and pressed the ground-floor button without stopping her bouncing on my cock.
“Let’s go down one floor,” she said in my ear, her voice hoarse. “I want to ride you.”
I lay back on the cold elevator floor and she sat on top of me, squatting, with her boots planted on the floor on either side of my hips. She gripped my cock with one hand, rubbed it over the lips of her wet pussy, and dropped down hard, taking me all the way in. She began riding me as the elevator descended with us inside, raising and lowering her hips, squeezing me inside her with every movement. From below, I could see all of her: her tits bouncing up and down, her flat belly tensing, my cock sliding in and out gleaming with her juice, her reflection repeated in the mirrors, the boots still on, the yellow light outlining her silhouette. It was one of the most exciting images I can remember.
I grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her, driving into her hard and making her moan with every blow. She brought one hand to her clit and began rubbing it while she rode me. She was coming again; I could feel her squeezing me inside her, and that was the signal.
When we felt we were too close to the end, we got up in a hurry and covered ourselves with the coat and jacket just before the elevator stopped. The doors opened onto the empty ground floor. There was nobody there. We looked at each other and burst out laughing, still breathless, her legs trembling and my hard cock poking out beneath my jacket.
“Again,” she said, and pressed the button for the top floor once more.
***
On that final ride up, Renata turned around and leaned against the wall, offering me her back and ass. She arched, spread her legs, and pulled her buttocks apart with both hands, showing me her swollen, glistening pussy. I took her by the hips and drove my cock into her from behind with one thrust, going all the way in until I felt my balls strike her clit. I started slowly, sliding in and out, watching my cock disappear inside her and emerge coated in her juices. Then I went harder, gripping her waist, fucking her deep, making her slam against the mirror with every thrust.
She pressed her palms against the mirror and left patches of condensation with her panting breath. I ran one hand up her back until I grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her neck farther. With the other hand I gave her a sharp slap on the ass that echoed through the elevator and left a red mark on her white skin.
“More,” she panted. “Harder.”
I slapped her again, and again, while continuing to thrust into her. I wet my thumb with saliva and pressed it against her asshole, applying just a little pressure, and she leaned back toward it, taking me in up to the first knuckle while I kept fucking her pussy. I don’t know how many times we sent that elevator from one end of the building to the other that dawn. I lost count amid the rides up, rides down, and bells that stopped our hearts.
When I finally came, I did it inside her, all the way to the bottom, the way she liked. I drove my cock in to the balls and came there in waves, feeling her pussy tighten around me, milking every drop. She almost always came again right at that moment, when she felt the hot stream filling her, and this time was no different: she moaned loudly against the mirror while I kept thrusting into her, emptying myself inside. She said what turned her on most was what came afterward: the feeling of walking around while she felt the semen slowly trickling between her thighs, with nobody around her suspecting a thing.
We straightened ourselves up as best we could. Renata closed her coat with my cum still running down the inside of her leg, I buttoned my pants, and of course we didn’t go anywhere anymore. We left the building with our arms around each other and crossed to the car, which I had left at the back of the parking lot, in the basement, far from the ramp and the cameras.
We sat and talked for a while, still breathing unevenly, the windows beginning to fog from the inside. It didn’t take us long to start reaching for each other again. She opened my pants, pulled me out, and took me in her hand, hard again, then brought me to her mouth for a moment to get me nice and wet. I pushed the seat back as far as it would go. Renata opened her coat, moved into the driver’s seat, climbed on top of me, and dropped down in one movement, swallowing me whole to the bottom. She liked that too: the hard impact, the surprise, feeling me plunge inside her without warning, noticing how my cock forced its way through the earlier cum still inside her.
I had her like that, naked in the dimness of the basement, riding me slowly with her tits in my face, licking and sucking them, running my hands over her back until I grabbed her buttocks and helped her move. She sought my mouth and kissed me as she moved, biting my lips and whispering filthy things against my ear. I was going so deep that the tip of my cock touched the bottom with every downward stroke. We both came again, embracing on the car seat, with the windows completely fogged and my second load joining the first inside her.
***
It was nearly two in the morning when we finally decided to return to the apartment. And that was when the night’s final stroke of luck arrived. Just as we entered the building, a small group of neighbors returning from some party joined us: three guys and two girls, all more or less our age, laughing loudly, with that noisy euphoria of people who still don’t want the night to end.
We all got into the same elevator, which only a short while earlier had been the scene of everything else. I positioned myself with my back against the rear and hugged Renata from behind, suppressing a smile I couldn’t wipe away. True to her nature, she didn’t miss the chance to keep playing: she slid one hand behind her, concealed by my jacket, opened my pants without anyone seeing, pulled out my half-hard cock, and squeezed it in her fist while the neighbors chatted all around us, completely unaware. She began masturbating me very slowly, her hand hidden between my jacket and her naked body beneath her coat.
“Did you go dancing?” one of the girls asked pleasantly.
“Something like that,” I replied, swallowing, feeling Renata squeeze me harder at that exact moment, and I felt her tremble with suppressed laughter against my chest.
The neighbors got off on the third floor amid goodbyes and laughter. When the doors closed again and we were alone, we both burst out laughing, with my cock still in her hand. The elevator continued upward, empty except for us, until the fourth floor.
I left her at the door of her apartment. We kissed slowly, now without urgency, with that quiet tenderness that comes afterward. I walked down the stairs back to the car with an idiotic smile that didn’t leave me all the way home.
Renata and I spent many similar nights together, each memorable in its own way. But that one, the night of the coat and the elevator that wouldn’t stop going up and down, is still the first one that comes to mind when someone asks me about the time we came closest to getting caught. And, if I’m honest, part of me always wished someone had pressed that button.
