The elevator doors slid shut with a soft ding, sealing us in a small, mirrored box. Just me and him. The air felt thick, charged, like the space between us was alive with something unspoken. He stood there, hands in his pockets, trying to look casual, but I could see the way his eyes flicked to me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Dinner had been… interesting. He’d been polite, almost too polite, but I’d caught him staring more than once. And now, here we were. Alone.I leaned back against the wall, letting my skirt ride up just enough to catch his attention. His gaze dropped for a split second before he quickly looked away, cheeks flushing. Cute. I smiled to myself, feeling a thrill run through me. This was going to be fun.“You’ve been staring at me all night,” I said, my voice low and teasing. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Relax. I don’t mind.”He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t—”“Oh, please,” I interrupted, stepping closer. “You were. And you know what? I think it’s only fair I return the favor.”Before he could respond, I reached out and grabbed his hand. His eyes widened as I guided it under my skirt, letting his fingers brush against the soaked lace of my panties. He inhaled sharply, his body tensing as he realized what he was touching.“See?” I whispered, leaning in so close our lips almost touched. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to form words. “W-what if someone—?”“Then you better stay quiet,” I said, cutting him off with a smirk. I dropped to my knees in one smooth motion, my hands already working to undo his belt and pull down his zipper. His breath hitched as I freed him, his cock already hard and straining against the confines of his pants.I didn’t waste any time. I took him into my mouth, slow and deliberate, savoring the way he shuddered under my touch. His hand flew to the rail behind him, gripping it tightly as I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue around every inch of him. The elevator hummed softly as it climbed to the next floor, but neither of us paid it any attention.“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I can’t…”“Oh, you will,” I said, pulling back just enough to stroke him with one hand while I licked the tip with the other. “Right here, before we reach your floor.”He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deep again, my lips tight around him. I could feel him trembling, his body on the edge as I worked him with my mouth and hand, alternating between slow, deep sucks and quick, teasing strokes. The elevator dinged again—5th floor—but no one got on.“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m so close…”“Good,” I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes. “Let go.”And he did. With a strangled moan, he came, his release spilling into my mouth as I swallowed every drop. His legs shook, and he leaned heavily against the wall, trying to catch his breath as I slowly pulled away, licking my lips.I stood up, smoothing my skirt back into place and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You should really tip your date next time,” I said with a smirk.The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft *ding*, sealing us in a small, mirrored box. Just me and him. The air felt thick, charged, like the space between us was alive with something unspoken. He stood there, hands in his pockets, trying to look casual, but I could see the way his eyes flicked to me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Dinner had been… interesting. He’d been polite, almost too polite, but I’d caught him staring more than once. And now, here we were. Alone.

I leaned back against the wall, letting my skirt ride up just enough to catch his attention. His gaze dropped for a split second before he quickly looked away, cheeks flushing. *Cute.* I smiled to myself, feeling a thrill run through me. This was going to be fun.

“You’ve been staring at me all night,” I said, my voice low and teasing. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Relax. I don’t mind.”

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t—”

“Oh, please,” I interrupted, stepping closer. “You were. And you know what? I think it’s only fair I return the favor.”

Before he could respond, I reached out and grabbed his hand. His eyes widened as I guided it under my skirt, letting his fingers brush against the soaked lace of my panties. He inhaled sharply, his body tensing as he realized what he was touching.

“See?” I whispered, leaning in so close our lips almost touched. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to form words. “W-what if someone—?”

“Then you better stay quiet,” I said, cutting him off with a smirk. I dropped to my knees in one smooth motion, my hands already working to undo his belt and pull down his zipper. His breath hitched as I freed him, his cock already hard and straining against the confines of his pants.

I didn’t waste any time. I took him into my mouth, slow and deliberate, savoring the way he shuddered under my touch. His hand flew to the rail behind him, gripping it tightly as I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue around every inch of him. The elevator hummed softly as it climbed to the next floor, but neither of us paid it any attention.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I can’t…”

“Oh, you will,” I said, pulling back just enough to stroke him with one hand while I licked the tip with the other. “Right here, before we reach your floor.”

He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deep again, my lips tight around him. I could feel him trembling, his body on the edge as I worked him with my mouth and hand, alternating between slow, deep sucks and quick, teasing strokes. The elevator dinged again—5th floor—but no one got on.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m so close…”

“Good,” I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes. “Let go.”

And he did. With a strangled moan, he came, his release spilling into my mouth as I swallowed every drop. His legs shook, and he leaned heavily against the wall, trying to catch his breath as I slowly pulled away, licking my lips.

I stood up, smoothing my skirt back into place and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You should really tip your date next time,” I said with a smirk.

The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open.

A confident woman takes control in a public elevator, teasing and dominating her shy date. She initiates a daring sexual encounter, pushing boundaries and taking risks in a confined, mirrored space.

I made him cum in the elevator before anyone else got on

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