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A short, cold shower didn’t help at all, and Sandy stood in front of her closet, entirely naked, sorting through the contents as they hung long and limp from their hangers. But the sudden thrill of excitement again reared its head as she spotted her form-hugging black dress. It was sleeveless, cut low to reveal some cleavage, and only came down to her mid thigh. It was certainly nothing she should be wearing at a business meeting, but it was just conservative enough that she could get away with it.
Slipping quietly into it and sliding her small feet into a pair of black toeless high-heeled shoes, Sandy again stood in front of the mirror. Her legs were long and tanned, she didn’t need nylons tonight. Her seductively bare arms still ached from clawing at the poor innocent young man earlier. She winced with embarrassment, and hoped she wouldn’t have to see him again. But, what red-blooded American boy would seriously turn down an offer to orally pleasure a sweet young blond girl? Next time she would be certain to have her own body satisfied first, then the man can have what he wants!
Sandy scurried to the elevator, almost losing one of her shoes as she raced along the dim hallway. As she rounded the corner, already running late, she heard the elevator doors just shutting without her.
She grumbled, and jabbed a finger at the down arrow button. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she prepared to again face the ever-daunting Thomas, listen to his soothing voice, and wish she had found a more mature man earlier in the day to temper her lusting.
The elevator dinged and came to a stop. As the doors opened, Sandy gasped to see Thomas standing alone inside, as if waiting for her. She hesitated, catching herself from stepping in, and almost told him she’d just take the next one. But there he was, alone, and there was no reasonable reason for her not to ride.
Her face flushing hotly at her obvious emotion, Sandy forced her feet to walk awkwardly forward and turned to face the closing doors.
“Hi,” he spoke, that single syllable quickly reverberating like fire in her chest, “I’m Thomas Rochester.”
“Yes, I know,” Sandy spoke as calmly as she could manage, but her voice still broke with the first word, and she stared sharply down at the floor to hide her fearful eyes. “I’m Sandy Jensen, I’m with Henry Putter and . . . I mean, I’m here with Putter . . . no, I’m sorry,” she laughed nervously, anxiously, just wishing she could clamber out of the tiny little room and go home. “I’m here for your lectures, representing Henry Cutter and Associates.” She spoke slowly, deliberately, chopping each word as precisely as she could manage with her tongue flopping around aimlessly in her mouth.
“Well, I would love the opportunity to take some special time to go over some of what I believe will revolutionize the marketing industry - just you and me.” Thomas’s warm voice melted like sugared butter from Sandy’s seduced ears, along her sensitive neck, over her panting breasts, and all the way down to her . . .”
She couldn’t conceal the glowing smile that lit her face as she replied. “I think I would really like that.”
“How about right now?” Thomas offered, shrugging casually.
“But there’s the reception we need to get to,” Sandy stated in a matter-of-fact tone that begged Thomas to persuade her.
He watched her eyes gently, then smiled. “You’re right. There’s a boring, droll of a gathering down there, and I have about ten associates there already working it. How proud would your office be of you if you were the only one to manage to corner me into an exclusive explanation of how it all works?”
He poked at the first floor button, just above the already lit lobby button. “Tell you what,” he spoke slowly, a hint of amusement in his rich voice, “the elevator will stop on the first floor. If you get off, I’ll follow you without a word, we’ll take the next elevator back up to my room on the seventh floor, and I’ll demonstrate things about sexual impulse that will leave you breathless. Otherwise, the doors will close, and we’ll go quietly down to the reception center and never talk about this meeting again.”
Sandy fought to stay calm, watching the numbers tick quickly down as the elevator dropped. He stood there, silently, calmly, waiting. She could feel his warmth already, sense his longing, as she breathed in the thrilling scent of his being there.
The elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened to no one there. Sandy grimaced. This was her chance. She stared out, then down at the floor. She started to step forward once, and hesitated. Again her foot threatened to walk from the elevator, but again she stopped, and stepped back. Choking back on a painful tear, she watched quietly as the elevator dinged, and the doors slid slowly closed, leaving her and Thomas in the darkly lit elevator, alone.
Sharply Thomas jabbed his hand between the doors, just catching them before they squeezed tightly together.
“Fine,” Thomas surrendered. “If you’re not going to say it, I am. You are way too attractive and sweet for me to just let a chance like this get away. I really want to take you back to my room, and . . . have the chance to talk with you.”
“I’m ‘attractive’, and ‘sweet’? You want to take me to your room and ‘talk’ with me?” Sandy stammered incredulously.
Thomas shrugged with a sheepish smile. “It sounded so much more romantic than saying you’re unbelievably hot and I want to ravish you in my bed.”
Sandy nodded. “True, it does,” she agreed, blushing profusely.
Thomas grabbed her hand, pulling her behind him. She laughed uncontrollably as she tumbled from the elevator. Thomas pressed the up button as the elevator doors closed behind them. He held firmly to Sandy’s trembling hand as they waited impatiently. At last the elevator came, and Sandy heard herself giggle like a little girl as they clambered inside. She sighed in relief that they again had the car all to themselves.
The uneasy silence hung heavy in the air. Sandy threw longing glances over at the tall, dark stranger that stood so closely to her, still tenderly holding her hand. Then she held her eyes steadily on her own feet, nibbling ferociously at her lower lip. She was really about to do this, to feel this man all over her naked body, to experience him as she had imagined doing the entire day.
Everything inside of her ached to hold him, to press against him, to feel him touch her with gentle, loving hands. A nervous tingle swept through her, and she squeezed his hand tighter in her own for comfort. He tenderly squeezed her hand in return. Beneath her dress she could feel the warm dampness spreading from her pussy to her inner upper thighs, and she started to regret having not slid on a simple pair of cotton panties to capture the overflow.
The elevator clicked past the sixth floor, and Sandy felt her heart racing in terrified anticipation.
With a quick, jabbing motion Sandy hit the stop button, and the elevator ground to a sharp halt. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, not looking up at Thomas. “I can’t do this!”
He was quiet for a moment, then lifted his hand to softly touch her cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “you can relax, it’s alright. Is something wrong?”
Sandy brushed at her wet eyes, turning even more sharply away from him. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” she whimpered, surprised at how frightened she suddenly was. “I don’t know, I just . . . I can’t do this.”
“How about if you head back to your room, and take a moment, and I’ll meet you back down at the reception area? I don’t want you feeling like you have to do anything with me. Maybe we should try just getting to know each other on a more relaxed friendship level, okay?” His voice plunged heavy inside of her, filling her with remorse now for not having him like she had wanted to. She sniffed at her tears, but couldn’t hold them back any longer. Suddenly she found herself sobbing uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong?” he asked warmly, bravely venturing to wrap her up in a caring arm.
Sandy leaned into him, loving the touch of his body. “It’s all so perfect,” she moaned. “I know, it sounds crazy, but it’s just too much for me to lose!”
“You’re not going to lose anything,” he whispered sweetly.
“But I will if I go to your room with you,” Sandy insisted, stepping back away from him. Cautiously she pushed her back against the far wall of the elevator. “When we get back there, you’ll be insensitive, or crooked, or stupid, or you’ll have this tiny little thing or something like that. Maybe it’s just that I’m afraid of getting to know you and finding out you’re not somebody I want to be with.”
Sandy grimaced, looking away from Thomas sharply. “And maybe I’m just afraid you’ll get to know me . . . and I won’t be someone you want to be with.”
“I don’t think there’s much chance of that happening,” Thomas spoke soothingly, a gentle smile evident in his voice.
“You can’t know that,” Sandy insisted, stepping back and up against the elevator wall. “What if you think I look ugly naked, or . . .” she hesitated, “or you think that what I want from you is perverse?” She barely managed to say the last few words. Her voice was smothered in sobs, and she choked back hard at the tears. “Just walk away from me, okay? Just leave me here, and let me forever have the dream of what might have been.”
Sandy lost her face in her hands, sobbing through her shaking fingers. Thomas stood, stunned and silent, watching her. He didn’t move until she finally looked up at him in dismay. “Please, won’t you please leave me?”

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