Morning.

Another, slightly cloudy but otherwise sunny, day added to my life. ‘Today is a special day. Because today I am going to make a difference… somewhere’ I say to myself as I look into the mirror. Today I turn 30. I have to go to office, get the tail light fixed, pick up groceries, talk to my parents and somewhere in between, make a difference.

I hate showers in the morning but I take one today. My dick stares at me, wondering if I would indulge. I don’t. I stuff the unwilling member inside my brief and wear a formal. I remember to take my purse and keys and other trinkets that I usually forget and I gently lock the main door instead of banging it shut. I stride towards the lift with the air of a man with a mission and press the down button. Today…difference.

PING!

The lift, now with me, opens into the floor underneath and in comes the 34 year old mother with her 3 year old, who I like to spy on when she's around. The door shuts, I resolve, today I'm not gonna… damn, she’s wearing that perfume again! Why does she have to wear a perfume to drop her kid? Doesn’t she know 30ish, lonely men get itchy when they are shut in a box with her smelling of it? Maybe it’s her soap, like the Ogilive Sister's in Scent of a Woman with a quaint name, fleurs de something... If only I knew all the names of all the scents of all the soaps women use. Then I could have rattled off its name and started a conversation. ‘Nectar of the River Lily, right? That’s your soap.’ ‘Yes, how did you know?' 'Oo, I have this habit of sniffing unknown women in elevators and I also know the scents of all the soaps they could use.'  Alas I only knew what lifebuoy and hamam smelled like. And they don’t smell anything like what’s wafting from her neck and her back her blouse has left uncovered.

We were standing rather close today (this lift being the size of a shoe box) and I realised with increasing palpitation that by rolling my eyes slightly to the left I could make out the tiny hairs on her neck, the little mole on the slope of her left breast and the moisture building up at the folds of her midriff. Her hair seemed glazy, maybe still wet from her bath. She lifted some stray locks and threw it to her back. They slapped my face and landed on her bare shoulders.

8th floor….7th floor… (we lived on 11th and 10th by the way)… The lift was rolling like sap on a tree bark.

My penis had been drilling a hole in my pants for some time now. The kid must have noticed it and thought it was a funny balloon and raised his hand to grab it. I lurched behind his mommy before I was branded a paedophile. She glanced sideways, don’t know what she saw and pulled her kid to the front. I looked sideways, the lift was all mirrors, and saw my Johnny waving back at me, ‘Look, I can stand parallel to the floor.’ I gave up and looked at the floor display. Fifth floor.

WHAAM! There was a deafening sound as the lift screeched to a halt as everything went dark and I was thrown off feet by a female form. 'Mummy, mummy’ yelped the child. He must have gotten separated from his mother, who was now prone on me with her hair all over my face. I was afraid to move lest I touched her, and she was not moving because … well who cares, she felt oh so soft. The place was pitch dark and the child was panicking. 'Mummy where are you?' 'Beta wait...' She tried to get up by grabbing on to something and caught my arm but as soon as he heard her voice the boy leaped into her lap and began to cry, effectively pinning his mother to me.

My neck and butt were throbbing and I had a pit in my gut but I was getting more overwhelmed by this familiar, attractive woman lying on top of me. She was breathing heavily, I could tell, her face was next to mine brushing my cheek. She tried to move again and the lift made a creepy, creaky noise. The child grabbed her tighter and cried louder.

‘Umm…may be we shouldn’t move.’ I said by way of caution. Also I didn’t want her to.

‘Y-yeah.’ She said. I had never heard her before. She sounded husky and petrified.

I tried to take my left arm to my pocket and grabbed her hand instead. ‘What are you doing?’ She asked startled.

‘Trying to get my phone.’ I said. She removed her hand which was blocking my pocket, got disbalanced and slid nearer to my crotch sending my heartbeat flying. I took out the phone with buttery fingers. The light from its screen in the dark came as a comfort. I dialed a number and put the thing on speaker.

Couple of rings later the voice of our building manager came over. ‘Hello?’

‘Rajesh?’ I tried to sound as levelled as I could. ‘I’m Arnab of 1106. Me, my neighbor lady and her kid are stuck in the elevator between fourth and fifth floor. The thing kind of crashed and stopped and the light is gone too. Where are you?’ 

‘Oh my god sir, you’re inside it??’ He sounded horrified, panicking me and the mother. ‘The watchman just informed me. There was a power outage and the backup blew. Try not to worry sir, I’m on my way with the mechanic and am calling the fire brigade too. Just hold on.’

‘Please hurry up.’ I hung up as I couldn’t talk more. In between Rajesh reassuring us and this lift poised to crash any minute, her heady aroma was giving me a raging boner. My arm with the phone was touching her arm so I decided to put the phone in my pocket. ‘C-could you please keep it on?’ She said turning a little. ‘Yeah sure.’ I changed the display settings to ‘never sleep’ and placed it on the floor. In turning she had brushed more of her hair and some of her face onto mine and I felt like grabbing her soft frame and doing things to it.

I quickly dragged my mind to other thoughts like the client meet I was about to miss (bad!) or this thing crashing and me not having to go to office at all, which would be kind of nice. Also her hair smelled of Thai blossoms and her sweaty, spongy back reminded me of a feathered pillow I once cuddled. My boner agreed.

While I was thinking all these, she decided to adjust a little and shifted to what she thought was a more comfy place and sat directly on my penis. Well guys if you had ever stuck your finger in a warm, moist dough of flour, this was not it. It was more like my pointy appendage was being sucked into the depth of a tender, creamier recess.

‘Ummaaaah…’ Was all she could gasp as she surrendered her rump to my spear with her child in her arm.

She was now squirming desperately, trying to grab something (other than me) and extricate her body from this predicament.  But nothing was there to hold on to and, as she was on the ground, she couldn’t move without moving the kid first, who just refused to let go of his mommy. So what really happened for a while was she wriggling a lot, her child digging in and my dick charting newer depths in her bottom.

I had obviously died and gone to a lift-shaped heaven; unicorns were farting rainbows in the ceiling and mermaids were giving me lap dances. From what I could feel she wasn’t wearing any panties and her petticoat, sari and my zipper were the only screens guarding her mound from my phallus. I could feel the liquids in my sac moving into a frenzy.

I was losing sense of reality. I saw the sweat gleaming on her neck from the faint phone light and I thought it was beaconing me to lick it. Her locks of hair seemed like wild shrubbery covered in exotic blooms and were imploring me to plunder them. Her bared valley that rose and fell with her every halting breath seemed to beg me to dive in and push past her quivering, sweat-filled midriff, into the humid, vegetated triangle of her honeypot and dig for her moisture.

‘Aaahh…’ ‘….maaaaaaahhhhuuuuuhhh.’ The guttural sigh passing my inebriated lips were getting drowned by the more drawn out moan coming from the woman I was holding. I wasn’t sure when I had taken hold of her hips but I was past caring now. She was still wriggling without moving her son but my fingers had dug into her creamy hips and kept her from moving any more than my prick fancied. Its head had found her muggy rose bud beneath the cloth layers and was twitching violently to get in. She seemed to be releasing fluids as well for my pushes felt lubricated. My fingers had doughed her hips and I saw sparks in her hair and suddenly the world caved in. The pipes in my groin expanded for the oncoming swirl as it lifted off my endings and I began to shoot my jism into the depths of her sari clad anus.

When the swirl subsided and the world became a dark claustrophobic lift again, I heard the kid sobbing and she still trembling and trying to hush him. I let go of her hips and slumped onto the coldness of the metallic floor.

Sometime later the phone rang.

‘Sir, hold still. We are lowering you down.’ The voice of Rajesh announced over the phone.