A chance encounter in a crowded hotel lobby. A handsome stranger with an irresistible confidence. And a fleeting glance in the mirror that awakens fantasies you never expected.

When you discover that the mysterious man from check-in is the conference’s captivating keynote speaker, the attraction becomes impossible to ignore. But it’s an unexpected invitation to explore a hidden, century-old glass elevator that transforms an ordinary business trip into a night of thrilling possibilities.

High above the glittering city, behind closed doors and surrounded by glass, two strangers discover that some connections are simply too powerful to resist.

A sensual, first-person audio fantasy of unexpected attraction, confident seduction, and the intoxicating thrill of surrendering to the moment.

As you arrive at the conference hotel you feel both relieved and frustrated. Relieved at the idea of being away from the daily grind of home life and work, but frustrated that your flight was late and the fact there’s a lineup to check-in. 

In fact, there’s more than one lineup. It’s confusing. As you go to move forward a figure steps in your way. 

“Excuse me!” you hear yourself say, a little bit louder than necessary. “But I was here before you.”

“You were?” I ask.

I turn around and you see my face, it’s handsome, kind and interesting. The way I look at you makes you blush slightly. You’re not sure why.

“Yes,” you reply.  “I should be in front of you. I’m here for the conference and I’m late already.”

“So am I,” I respond. In a split-second, you take the image in front of you: My well-tailored suit; The confidence in my face; The slight note of vulnerability in my voice. I’m comfortable with who I am, yet there’s a hint of devilish unpredictability in my manner.  You’re not quite sure how to respond, but you don’t have to as I continue.

“I apologize for not noticing you. I can guarantee you I won’t make that mistake again.” The way I say it sounds like a compliment. “Here. Why don’t I get behind you then.”

Those words are barely out of my mouth when for a moment your mind flashes to an image of yourself naked in the mirror with me behind you, my strong arms stroking up and down your body as kiss your neck in just the right spot.

You snap out of it as the lady at the desk motions you to check-in. As you give her your credit card, you look into the mirror on the far wall. You see me making eye contact and staring right back at you. You look away instinctively, take your key, and head to your room.

You try to take a brief nap before the evening’s program gets underway. As you lie there naked in the soft king bed your mind starts to drift into a dream. It begins with a knock at the door. 

You slide your robe on quickly, and you see me there smiling in the hallway as I invite myself in. As you close the door, your robe catches on one of the locks opening it up allowing me a total view of your naked body. 

But, as you feel my soft hands slide along your back you wake up, aware you only have an hour before the conference starts. 

Slipping into the hot and steamy hotel shower,  your mind is still in dream mode. In your mind’s eye, the bathroom door opens behind you and I come in – this time I’m naked. As you turn away from the showerhead to wash your hair I’m there, pushing your naked body gently but firmly against the tile and giving you an extremely sensual kiss. 

You open your eyes for real this time, but I’m nowhere to be seen. What is it about me that’s causing these thoughts and fantasies?

You dress and head to the conference floor chatting with the other delegates. While your mind becomes occupied by other things, there’s still part of you that scans the crowd, wondering if you’ll see my face. However, I don’t seem to be there. 

After the preliminaries are finished, the M.C. introduces the first speaker. Your heart races slightly as you watch me walk on stage.

My presentation is funny, and vulnerable, and insightful. You begin to feel you know me and like me, but there’s still an edge to me that makes me exciting.  You’d like to get to know more. 

At one point in my talk, you see me make eye contact with you from the stage. You wonder for a moment if I’ve really recognized you in the crowd. There’s a change to my countenance, a sparkle in my eye that suddenly appears. It’s the same look you saw when I looked at you in the lobby. You’re not imagining it. I’ve noticed you.

My talk finishes and the evening’s reception is about to begin. You find yourself walking towards me to say hi, but I’m quickly surrounded by well-wishers, many of them female, who want to bask in the glow of my energy. 

After waiting for a few minutes unable to get near me, you decide to head back to your room. Everything right now seems too bright… too noisy.  You’re in a different kind of mood.

As you get off the elevator you stop and stare at the ornate glass mirror on the opposite side of the wall. Its art nouveau style fits in beautifully with your timeless black dress. You look at yourself and smile at what you see. There’s both a sexuality and elegance to you that mirrors this beautiful hotel.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the elevator opening. My face appears in the mirror alongside yours. 

“Gorgeous, isn’t it? ” You hear me say. “You know they remodeled this hotel about five years ago to make it look like it did when it opened in the 1920s.” 

I slide up next to you and my hand touches your back lightly. The touch would be barely noticable to anyone else but you feel tingles up your spine. 

“We’re you not feeling up for the reception?” I ask. 

“No,” You reply, “It’s been a long day and I prefer something.. a bit more quiet.”  You see me smile slyly and quickly change the subject.  “I’m surprised to see you here Mr. Speaker. You had quite the fan club going on downstairs.”

“Well it’s flattering and meeting people is part of the gig. But personally, I prefer quantity to quality. Maybe that’s why I like you. You’re not like the others. In fact, you’re a lot like that mirror. Beautiful, delicate, unique.”

“You seem to know a lot about the subject,” you interject.

“About you or hotel mirrors? I only know about this hotel because they gave me a tour the last time I was here.  You know there’s a secret place on this floor that you’d really appreciate. Want to see it?”

You raise an eyebrow as I hold out my hand like a European gentleman.  There’s something about the ease and grace of my action. You take it and allow me to lead you down the hall.

“Back in the day,” I explain.  “The highlight of this hotel was its glass elevator. Unfortunately, When they renovated it ended up in an inconvenient spot so they stopped using it, but they still keep it available for the monthly tours. It has an amazing view.”

I take you into the stairway along a short service corridor. The elevator doors say “private”. You push the button but nothing happens. 

“How do we get in?” you ask.

I grin, “you need to know the secret code.” I press it quickly three times and the doors slide open without a sound. The brilliance of the city at night illuminates your eyes as you walk in, surrounded by antique mahogany and brass fittings.

“Wow, it’s like going back in time,” you say as you stroke the wooden banister.

“That’s exactly what it’s like,” I reply. “A hundred years to be precise.”

You stride towards the window to get a better view of the beautifully lit city and as you do so you hear the flick of a switch and the main lights go out, leaving only a dim glow of the back-up bulbs. 

“That’s better,’ You hear me say. “This way we can fully enjoy the view in peace and private.”

As you look out at the beautifully lit buildings, the streetlights, and the traffic., you feel my hand gently caress your back, and hear your own breath respond in a low moan. You stand up straight and I press myself against your back, arms around your stomach and my lips on your neck and jaw as I brush back your hair. My lips are slow and sensual and I’m hitting the exact spots that makes you crazy. As I lean into your ear you hear me whisper the words. 

“You and I are as timeless as this elevator and more intense than the city of light that surrounds us.”

You respond with a sigh that relaxes every muscle. 

“You always seem to know what to say to me don’t you?” you say.

You turn around, taking in the lines of my face from the lights of traffic below.  You want my mouth on yours and I don’t disappoint. You take in the softness of my full lips as I run my hands down your back to your beautiful ass. 

Kissing your face now you tilt your head back so I can slide down to your neck once again.  You press up against my chest and feel my heart pounding against your palm. I counter your movement, slipping my warm strong hand underneath your dress and caressing your breasts, playing with your nipples as they get hard underneath my fingers. 

Your own hands begin to slide down – first towards my ass. The light wool of my suit pants allows you to get a good feel of my cheeks. As my mouth begins to devour your nipples you grip me hard and feel your eyes roll back in satisfaction. 

Swirling your palms around the front of my pants you come across the hard bulge growing in the semi-darkness. You give it a squeeze, liking what you feel and getting a desperate sensation to have it in your mouth. 

With a quick pull on my belt, you unhook my suit pants and send them tumbling towards my ankles.  

But I’m already ahead of you. My stance traps you between me and the glass. You feel my fingers entwine in your hair as my hardened member slides between your lips 

Looking up at me in the dim light as I explore your mouth, you can still see the extreme pleasure on my face. We start with a slow and deliberate rhythm. As I penetrate harder, you choke slightly so I let up and bring you up for air as I rub my manhood against your face, before plunging back into your mouth again.  The moans coming from my throat increase your desire to please me.

Without breaking rhythm you hear me speak. “Ever since you spoke to me in that line- up today I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve never desired a woman more. Your boldness, your beauty, and your intelligence. To have you wrapped around me sucking my soul is driving me crazy.”

My words encourage you to suck harder And I match my rhythm as I move your head faster.

You slide one hand up my leg to my bare ass cheeks. They’re smooth and my raw flesh feels delightful in your hand. 

Your second palm begins to rub against my balls as you begin to prime me for my climax.   The elevator once rings with the animal sounds of pleasure and my ecstasy overwhelms your ears.

You feel my legs shake and the hot rush of my essence explode into your mouth with such force that you can tell you’re fulfilling a deep and longing desire.

As the explosions subside, I keep you trapped against the glass for several seconds – a quiet time that seems like forever. Still in your mouth, I want you to take in the moment and me and understand how much you arouse me.

Finally, I grab your arms and help you stand up, Kissing you deeply so that you can share my taste with me. 

I spin you around now so that you face the window. Your body leaning on the mahogany banister. You look down and watch the lines of lights from the four lanes of traffic ten stories below us. If they only knew what was going on above them. 

You bend over instinctively as my hands glide up your legs, pulling your short black dress up over your hips and exposing your ass and pussy to the night. 

I take your beauty in, in the soft reflected light of the hotel rooms around us. “Well look at this. Aren’t you all ready?” I say.

“I must have had a premonition,” you reply. “I didn’t feel up to wearing underwear tonight.”

You can see my slight reflection in the window as I get down on my knees

Taking in the sounds and sights of the city you feel my lips kissing the area behind your left knee and moving slowly upwards. You feel your wetness build and as your desire runs down in a light trickle on the inside of your upper thigh. You feel my tongue catch it and instinctively squirm at the thought of me tasting your most intimate juices. I push my face between your cheeks and you feel my tongue explore the sides of your soft womanhood. 

Squirming against my face you rub yourself against my mouth in a strong rhythm that gets stronger and more aggressive as you feel my hands smack against your ass. 

“Mmm use your mouth like you mean it,  Mr. Speaker,” You hear yourself say,  “Satisfy your audience.”

As my tongue probes your most intimate areas, You begin thinking of all the women swooning over me at the reception just twenty minutes earlier. The man and the mouth that everyone had been admiring was now firmly pressed against your pussy – a virtual stranger bringing a fantasy to life. You were about to cum firmly against my face. 

You reach around and grab my hair, and using it to guide my speed. I slide my clean strong fingers inside you and as my tongue slides against your clit, matching your rhythm.  

©2022 R. Jay Moran Sexy Stories for Women.com

Sounds of pleasure begin to emanate from your mouth like never before. In the glass elevator, the sound of your moans and screams are once again deafening – can people hear it in the building? As your orgasm begins to peak you cease to care. All you can think of is my face planted firmly between your cheeks and the feeling of my fingers and tongue inside and around you. You push and pull my hair quickly as your eyes tighten with the short strokes. You feel a liquid rush as you cum against my face totally and completely with an abandon you’ve never experienced before as a pleasure-laden scream fills the air. 

You clench then relax, keeping me trapped and still between your cheeks as you press against my tongue — envisioning your juices dripping down to my chin. 

“Well Mr. Speaker, your oral skills certainly seem up to par.”

I don’t answer at first, but simply spank your butt in a playful way as I stand back up again.

I spin you around to kiss you and you taste your wetness on my lips and tongue.  

As my soft lips take in my taste on your mouth, our senses come back to reality as we become aware once again of where we are and the sound of the traffic around us. I gently slide you back into your dress, and to finish off the night give you a seductive kiss, as I brace you against the wall. 

In the hustle and bustle of the city tonight our escapade would likely go unnoticed. Maybe. But what would tomorrow bring?

What will happen on Day 2 of the conference? Oral persuasion may be on the program.