When we leave the parking lot, we get into an elevator of a department store. You lean against one corner with one hand in your jacket and the other resting on the rail that runs around the small cubicle. As we descend, our eyes remain on each other. And no other passengers get on. Just before the elevator stops, you reach for the emergency button and press it. The sudden halting catches me of guard. I grab the rail. By the time I regain my balance, you have me pinned to the opposite corner. Your arms encircling my waist, holding me up against you as your mouth feasts on mine.

The weightlessness in my stomach has nothing to do with the elevator's descent, but my own, into a fathomless well of desire so deep and dark that I don't think I will ever find the bottom. It's delicious waters swirl around me, disorienting me, sucking me under. Each kiss is more fervent than the one before. You unbutton my blouse and part the fabric above to exposing my bra. "I'm living out a fantasy" you say breathily as you run your knuckle over my quivering flesh, then drag it across my straining bra. I lay my hand on your cheek and draw your head down, wanting to feel your mouth on me, around me. "I have fantasies too, and I'm so hungry for you" You moan deeply and brush your open mouth across my cleavage. "Do it" I said, "What? Taste you? Suck you? Lick you? What, baby" Tell me." "All of it" I reply. Your mouth's caresses leaves my skin burning, my body wanting, and my head ringing.

It's several seconds before either of us realize that an impatient shopper was demanding the use of the elevator from another floor. We awkwardly readjust our clothing, you mismatching the buttons of my blouse to the wrong buttonholes. Your face is suffused with the color of passion; I know mines must look the same. I can feel the blood surging through my veins. You ask, "Ready?" and I nod, and smooth a hand over my hair. The elevator is in motion again. The doors open, and we exit and walk through the crowded store.

After browsing through the store a bit, we return to the parking lot. You take the keys from my shaking hands and unlock the door. I slide beneath the wheel. Passing the keys to me through the open window, you lean in to plant soft kisses on my lips and cheeks then silently mouth..."Tomorrow".

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