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The elevator was very crowded on the way down, packed tightly.
Darla Stafford felt herself being pressed against bodies, her hands tightly holding those of Peggy and Jimmy. Their small bodies were almost smothered by the people, but they didn’t complain. They seldom complained about anything.
The elevator was slow, very slow, as if something were wrong with it. However, it was not that uncomfortable. The air conditioning kept it quite cool, and Darla didn’t mind at all the scent of bodies so close to her. On the contrary, she enjoyed it. Body scents excited her, made her shiver with a nice feeling, as did the press of them against her.
She didn’t mind the people’s glances at her, either. She was used to that. With her tall, slim body and a strikingly lovely face, she was one of those women who caused people to look. Her hair, softly hanging to her shoulders, was a rich brown color, and her blue eyes were clear and wide. Her full lips seemed moist, yet her tongue tasted them often. Darla was one of those very fortunate women who looked good in anything she wore, from a revealing bikini to a formal dress. She looked cool and self-controlled, self-assured.
She was standing behind a man, pressed close against his back. She could feel his ass on her lower stomach. Very subtly, she pushed her hips forward, a faint smile on her face.
Her cunt twitched as she imagined the feel of this strange man’s ass, naked, against her stomach, also naked. Behind her was another man, and she could feel his cock-bulge against her ass. She could actually feel the shape of his prick through their clothing. With a slight wiggle, she managed to rub at both men, her cunt becoming wet as her clit swelled. She felt the man behind her getting a hard-on, his cock prodding at the crack of her ass.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.