Despite her impending hysteria and his own desire to extricate himself from the situation, Steve fancied himself a gentleman. He had no real life previous experience with hysterical women, and so had little to go on in terms of the proper response. He had no desire to slap her–the most common remedy for hysteria, at least in the movies. Instead, he did the only thing that came to mind as a way to shock the woman out of her panic–he grabbed her brusquely and kissed her firmly on the mouth. He expected to be slapped, but also thought that she’d use the moment to get herself together. He only hoped that he wouldn’t be accused of attacking her in a vulnerable situation. But, there was little time to think it out, as her sobs were increasing in volume and intensity, and a total nervous collapse seemed eminent.
He was, however, completely unprepared for the ferocity of her response. Rather than slap him or yell, she threw herself on him, redoubling the kiss with an open mouth while her hands clutched at his shoulders, skewing his suit jacket on his shoulders as she clung to him. There was no time for thinking, he responded on instinct. An attractive woman was frantically pawing him; he acted accordingly.
Sinking his hand in her hair, he drew her face closer, searching her mouth with a deeper kiss. His other hand went to the small of her back, pulling her body against him possessively.
Candace was well past thinking. The paralyzing fear that gripped her when the elevator stopped was leaving her, replaced instead with urgent and irrational desire. She wanted this man almost as much as she wanted to be free of their steel coffin. In fact, as the kiss deepened, she wanted him more. Only the heat sparked by their kiss promised to take her away from the hideous grip of her panic.
As he pulled her body to his own, she lowered her arms from his shoulders to his waist, grabbing him forcefully, her hands taking acount of the thing her conscious mind wasn’t capable of registering: his strong back under the jacket, the firmness of his ass under her palms. She let out a sound somwhere between a moan and a whimper when he abruptly broke the kiss.
Steve had no idea how far this woman intended to take their sudden encounter, but his cock was growing hard and if it was going to stop, it had to be soon. He broke their kiss, pulling back slightly for air. Before he had a chance to debate the appropriate move, she let out a soft cry of disappointment at his retreat and began fumblingly reaching under his buttoned jacket, straining to find his belt. This only inflamed him further, and he resumed their embrace without further reservation, upping the ante by reaching down her right side and clutching her dress in his scrabbling fingers as he drew the hem up to her waist.
When the man drew back, Candace had just an instant for her panic to resurface. Before she could succumb to it, she used the new space between them to desperately grab for his belt, looking to free him from his pants. To her overloaded mind, it seemed she had two options–absolute terror or widly uncontained desire. It was no contest; lust took over her body and soothed her mind with its all consuming focus on getting to his cock, resuming her attack on his body. When she felt him raising her dress, she redoubled her efforts to free his cock, finally finding and opening his belt.
Increasingly oblivious to their surroundings and the circumstances of their sudden passion, Steve slid his hands under her bunched dress, squeezing her firm, panty-class buttocks in his strong hands. His penis responded to the feel of her flesh and seemed to strain toward her questing hands as she finally got them to cooperate in the task of unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. Taken by a growing need for release, he hooked his thumbs under the strings of her bikini underwear, drawing him down far enough to expose her neatly trimmed mound, leaving them tenuously clinging to her slightly spread thighs.
As his hands made their first real contact with her bare skin, Candace lost all remaining glimpses of rational thought. Any lingering doubt or awareness of consequences fled as she lost herself in the moment. Finally successful in clearing her path, she reached into his suit pants to stroke his stiff member through his cotton boxers. Though he was of only average size, his hard cock throbbed a steady pulse even through the fabric, silently but insistently begging her to put her fingers through the fly and stroke his naked skin. She answered the urgent cry aggressively, spurred on by the feeling of his flattened hand sliding around her body to find her dripping sex.
Something was bothering Steve, and his conscious mind couldn’t quite figure it out. The majority of his brainpower was being absorbed by his body’s responses as the beautiful stranger freed his pole and stroked it aggressively, apparently intent on attacking him whether he like it or not. Of course, he liked it, so there were no worries there.
As his fingertips slid between her lower lips, making brushing contact with her clit, the warning signals his brain had been trying to send finally reached him–he didn’t have a condom. “Oh, fuck,” he thought, “just perfect.” What if she was sick, or worse yet, crazy? Just what he needed, to father the child of an insane stranger who worked in his building. Hot body or not, it wasn’t worth the risk.
His cock disagreed, however. So, he told himself the oldest of male lies–“It’ll be alright; I’ll pull out.”
Having made his decision, he pulled back from her just long enough to drop his pants and boxers. At even this brief interruption, she let out a high whine of protest that sounded like pain. This both vaguely annoyed him, and drove his hunger for her.
Looking both to quiet her keening and satisfy his own lust, he yanked her to him. In one swift motion, he slid his hands around her ass and lifted her body to impale her on his throbbing hard-on. When their bodies slid together, she let out a cry of surprise that quickly turned to one of insatiable lust.
When he pulled away from her, she felt almost heartbroken, and her stomach fluttered. Without realizing it, she let out a whine which caused him to glance at her in annoyance as he dropped trou. Ordinarily, she would have been mortified. But, ordinary had gone right out the window, along with her shyness and her sanity. When he pulled her back to him, lifting her onto his body, she was shocked at his strength and speed.
Her shock was quickly supplanted as her body reminded her of its needs. His raging cock lit a fire in her; rather than extinguishing her surging desires, it only made her want him more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her body with the strength of her calves and thighs. As their bodies slapped together at a breakneck pace, she felt an orgasm welling within her, much quicker and stronger than was usual for her. Apparently, her long drought and the crazy circumstances didn’t matter to her body; all that mattered was the rhythm of their bodies, the force of his thrusts and the radiating electricity coming from her hypersensitive clit.