This is a story I wrote for a fan of one of my earlier stories. Much earlier. For some reason it took me a couple of years to get around to writing it. Here’s what she told me:
Definitely, I’m the woman in the brown trench coat, black patent high heels, hair slicked back & the other woman, busty, uptight… The elevator stops half-way up…I’m on my way to have sex in a conference room w/ someone, hardly anyone in the building… It’s just the 2 of us in the elevator… It’s getting hot & the other woman ask me to remove my jacket, lol. So I do…Fill it in, just have her eat me…LOL
Lucia was already thirty and still a virgin. She was a Latina and had been brought up in a very strict Catholic household. She had fully intended to be a virgin when she married. But her body had other ideas and kept nagging her. Her pussy would flood with unwanted desire. Her nipples would stiffen, aching for a touch other than her own fingers. The seam of her jeans would rub her clit and send shivers of excitement pulsing through her body.
Lucia was ripe, ready to experience sex.
When her arousal became too much, when she couldn’t resist any longer, she would masturbate. Her body would surge with a combination of ecstasy and guilt. Ecstasy from the somewhat vague fantasy of being fucked for the first time, guilt from her Catholic background.
One day she was in a charity store. It was a good place to find unusual clothing and at a cost of almost nothing. She saw a full-length brown trench-coat hanging on the rail. She’d always fantasized about wearing a trench-coat like that. Wearing only a trench-coat like that, naked underneath except for her black shiny patent high-heels. She had no idea whether she would try and act out this fantasy in some way, but on the spur of the moment she bought it. It only cost $10 so even if the only place she wore it while naked was in her own bedroom it was a bargain.
That weekend Lucia needed to buy a book. She was about to go out to the bookstore when she decided to be daring. She fetched the trench-coat from her closet along with her black heels. She slipped off her jeans along with her panties, unbuttoned her shirt, took off her bra and stood naked. She had a curvy figure, with very large breasts. Her coffee colored skin was a little darker than the color of the trench-coat. Her long shiny black hair was similar to the shoes. Finally, she put on the trench-coat, slipped on the heels and looked in the mirror. She looked completely innocent, impossible to tell that she wore nothing underneath.
Soon she was in the big bookstore, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by other people while dressed in just a trench-coat, relishing the feeling of vulnerability that came from wearing no underwear, feeling the drafts of air over her pussy, feeling the sway of her bra-less breasts whenever she moved. She could feel herself being turned-on by the situation, could feel her lips becoming engorged.
But the biggest thing was she felt so sexually empowered. Naked in the trenchcoat she was not her normal Catholic self. The normal rules didn’t apply. She resolved at that moment that whatever happened when she wore the trenchcoat didn’t count. It was a sort of pre-confession, absolved from sin before even committing it.
She went back into one of the aisles near the back of the store where she was alone for a moment. She slipped her hand between the buttons of her coat and touched herself, pushing her finger into the top of the furrow of her sex. It felt like the most daring thing she’d ever done. Her clit was hard as a steel ball-bearing. She had a mischievous thought. She would masturbate in the store, in public. In the trenchcoat she wasn’t her normal self and the usual rules didn’t apply. She picked up a large book with one hand to screen what she was doing from any security cameras. She moved her feet further apart and leaned back against the wall. The hand inside her coat started to stroke the length of her cunt, just running up and down in the wetness between her lips, at one end of each long stroke teasing herself by letting just a fingertip almost enter herself, at the other end by lightly letting her fingertip graze her clit. She had never felt so sexual in her life before. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, how aroused she was. She could feel her body tensing as the first hint of her orgasm came out of hiding.
She stroked herself a little deeper now, letting her fingertip enter her opening, letting her fingertip make a little circle of her clit at the end of each stroke. She bent her knees slightly so that she could spread her thighs a little, give herself complete freedom underneath the trenchcoat. Her orgasm tightened within her like a rope being pulled taut by a strong force. She could feel herself getting close, knew that the rope was approaching its breaking point. It was as if she could hear the rope creaking under the strain. She could feel her face flushed pink, hoped it wasn’t too obvious. She moved her finger to concentrate on her clit for the final few seconds, stroking herself hard as the rope started to unravel. And then her body burst into waves of pleasure as the rope finally broke. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to make any sound. Unable to concentrate on everything, she dropped the book she was carrying. But she didn’t care. She pushed two fingers around her body and deep into her wet cunt, feeling the rhythms of her climax as they swamped her body. She bent down, picked up the book and held it as if reading it while her body calmed down and the heat of her orgasm faded.
Finally, she put the book down and left the store. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done, masturbating and climaxing in public. She usually felt guilty enough touching herself in the privacy of her own bed. But somehow in the trench-coat she had no regrets, no guilt.
Lucia’s friend Jorge called her the next day and invited her for a drink. He had been trying to get into her pants on and off for several years but Lucia had always resisted, preserving her virginity for her future husband. But Jorge never knew, she just let everyone assume she’d first had sex years ago.
Jorge suggested that they meet in his office, at the top of one of the skyscrapers in the city, and go from there. Lucia had already decided tomorrow she wouldn’t resist Jorge. In fact she decided to wear the trench-coat and show up in his office. She would leave her virginity on his desk.
Lucia arrived at the building where Jorge worked. Once again she was wearing black patent high heels, her hair was slicked back, and she wore just the trench-coat to cover her nakedness. She could feel wetness between her legs anticipating the experience that awaited forty floors above, when a cock would enter her body for the first time.
It was already late and most people had left for the day. The security guard signed her in and she went over to the elevator. The doors were about to close when another woman slipped into the elevator. She was a boyish petite blonde, perhaps early 20s, in almost every way the opposite of Lucia.
The elevator started to move but after going a dozen floors it suddenly stopped, the lights went out and just a small emergency light glowed dimly.
“Now what do we do?” the blonde girl said.
“I suppose we just wait,” Lucia replied.
“Do you work here?”
“No. I’m just meeting a friend and then we will go for a drink.”
“I got all the way to my car before I realized I’d left my cell-phone on my desk.”
The two women introduced themselves, the blonde was called Michelle, and chatted about inconsequential stuff. With the air-conditioning not functioning, the elevator gradually got hotter and hotter.
Michelle took off her coat. Underneath she was dressed in designer jeans and a tight sweater that tried its hardest to accentuate her tiny breasts.
“You should take off your coat,” she suggested to Lucia.
“I’m fine for now,” said Lucia, already regretting her choice of wardrobe. Despite wearing nothing underneath, she was very hot in the thick coat.
“I’m still too hot. You won’t be offended if I take off my sweater will you?”
“Of course not.”
Michelle peeled off her sweater. She was wearing a plain white bra that her small breasts barely filled.
“I wish I had real breasts,” she said.
“You look great,” Lucia said. “Big breasts are not all they are cracked up to be. You get a sore back, they are uncomfortable when you run. And bras cost a fortune.”
“Yes, but boys can’t keep their eyes off them. Unlike with mine which don’t merit a second glance.”
“Yours look very nice. You don’t really even need a bra.”
“I know. But unfortunately it’s not really acceptable around the office not to wear a bra or I’d not bother. They are so uncomfortable.”
“You can take it off if you want, I’m not going to get upset.”
Michelle thought for a moment and then reached behind, unclipped her bra and dropped it onto the elevator floor alongside her coat and sweater. She stood there in just her jeans, her small breasts crowned with surprisingly large dark pink nipples.
“You’ve got beautiful breasts,” said Lucia.
“You look really hot, take off your coat. Plus I’m feeling a bit underdressed standing here topless with you in that full-length coat.”
“I can’t really.”
Michelle laughed. “Why? Are you naked underneath or something?”
“This is really embarrassing,” Lucia said, “but in fact I am.”
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
Lucia slowly undid the belt of her coat. Starting from the bottom she worked her way up undoing the buttons.
“Now I’m feeling underdressed,” she said as she spread the coat open wide revealing her nakedness.
“Oh wow, you really are naked. And you’ve got breasts to die for.”
Lucia moved across the elevator towards Michelle. She put one hand on the back of her neck and guided her mouth to one of her own breasts. Lucia felt her nipple harden instantly the moment Michelle’s tongue touched her.
“Oh that’s good,” Lucia encouraged.
She put a little extra pressure on the back of Michelle’s neck. Michelle got the hint immediately. She knelt down in front of Lucia. Lucia moved her feet apart and pushed her hips forward. She reached down with both hands and gently spread open her outer lips, revealing the dark lips of her pussy and a hint of the pinkness within.
Michelle leaned forward and very lightly ran the tip of her tongue over Lucia’s clit. Lucia shuddered as electrifying jolts of pleasure shot through her body. Lucia pulled her pussy a little further open, pulling the hood off her little pink clit. Michelle started to lick it, gently teasing it with the end of her tongue. “Oh god, that’s good,” Lucia said, pushing her hips back and forth slightly in time with the movements of Michelle’s tongue.
Michelle reached up between Lucia’s legs. Lucia felt her finger stroking her between her labia, running up and down the whole length of her pussy. Then she positioned her fingertip in the entrance to Lucia’s cunt and slowly but firmly pushed upwards. Her finger started to penetrate into the warm, wet tightness of her cunt. Lucia let out a long groan as Michelle’s finger slowly slid deeper and deeper into her body.
Michelle started to gently fuck Lucia’s wet insides with her finger. “Oh wow, keep going, that’s wonderful,” Lucia moaned as her body was consumed with intense feelings of sexual pleasure. She felt Michelle work a second finger into her pussy alongside the first, stretching her virgin pussy open a little more. She loved the feeling of fullness inside her, along with the twinges of pleasure created by Michelle’s tongue flicking on her clit.
Michelle let a third finger slip further back between Lucia’s legs, spreading a little of the juices of her arousal onto her tight little asshole. As two fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, the third finger started to probe her asshole insistently. In a moment, the tip of Michelle’s finger penetrated the tight right of muscle.
“Oh that’s fucking good,” Lucia moaned, the center of her body melting into a warm mass of sexuality. “Just keep doing that, you’ll make me cum in no time.” Lucia could feel her orgasm building up, feel the tension in her whole body tightened. “Oh go on, go on,” she said as her hips started to thrust back against the young blondes mouth. “Oh god I’m cumming,” she squealed as her orgasm burst. Her knees started to collapse underneath her but she managed to recover her balance as her pussy flooded with orgasmic juices and Michelle pushed her third finger hard into Lucia’s ass. “Oh god, can you feel it,” she cried out as her pussy pulsated with pleasure.
Michelle stood up. Lucia leaned against the elevator wall getting her breath back.
“That was fantastic,” she said. “Get your jeans off and let me do you.”
Michelle had only just got her jeans unzipped when suddenly the lights came on and the elevator started to move up. Lucia quickly buttoned up her coat as Michelle pulled her sweater over her head, no time for her bra which she hid under her coat. The doors opened and the two women walked out.
“Where’s Jorge’s office?” Lucia asked Michelle.
“Oh, you are coming to see him? Funny coincidence. I’m his assistant. I’ll show you.”
Michelle walked up to a door, knocked, opened it and ushered Lucia in. Jorge was a tall Argentinean and one of the senior managers of the real estate company that owned the whole building.
“Hi Lucia,” Jorge said. “I hope you didn’t have to wait too long in the lobby during the power-cut.”
“No such luck,” Michelle said. “We were in the elevator.”
“Oh, that wouldn’t have been much fun,” Jorge said.
“No it got really hot. Lucia had to take her coat off,” Michelle said wickedly.
“Oh, I’m not being a good host, am I? Please take your coat off and have a seat.”
Lucia had imagined this moment when lay in bed the night before. Except that she would be alone with Jorge. Michelle didn’t show any signs of leaving—perhaps Jorge was fucking her, such a cliché a manager nailing his assistant.
For the second time that evening, Lucia undid the belt on her trench-coat and slowly undid the buttons. She could feel the eyes of the other two on her, Michelle knowing she was naked and Jorge about to get a big surprise.
She opened the coat and slipped it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor, standing there in just her heels. Jorge couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body. Slowly she bent forward until her breasts were pressed onto his desk. She spread her legs apart, presenting her pussy to him.
Michelle moved, knelt in front of Jorge and undid his pants. In no time he was naked from the waist down, his cock sticking out hard. Michelle took him briefly into her mouth, ensuring he was hard as could be. Then she guided his cock and positioned his cockhead in the entrance to Lucia’s cunt. Jorge pushed forward into Lucia’s pussy, still wet and relaxed from the orgasm in the elevator. Lucia felt a slight soreness but before she could cry out, Jorge’s cock was buried completely inside her and the cry of pain turned into a long moan of joy. And just like that Lucia was no longer a virgin.
As Jorge started to fuck the now-deflowered Lucia, Michelle undid his shirt and tie and removed them. Then she pulled her sweater off again, and soon her jeans and panties joined it on the floor. All three of them were naked.
Lucia’s pussy felt completely full. Jorge’s cock was so much thicker than even two of Michelle’s slim fingers, and twice as long. He started to piston his cock in and out of her, fucking her hard and fast. Lucia started to moan, all the novel feelings in her cunt were overwhelming her self-control.
Suddenly Jorge pulled out of Lucia. She stood up. Michelle leapt onto the desk, lay down on her back and spread her legs wide, moving her ass right to the edge. Her pussy was hairless, pale outer lips split by the thick pink gash of her inner labia. As Lucia watched, Jorge moved between her legs and her labia wrapped around his thick cock like a pink elastic band as it slowly slid into the smaller woman.
Lucia reached between Jorge’s legs and caressed his balls. It was the first time she’d ever touched a man there. She cradled him in the palm of her hand, using her fingertips to stroke him as he pushed his hips back and forth fucking his assistant.
Jorge pulled out of Michelle. He grabbed a chair and sat down on it, his cock sticking up vertically. Lucia moved so that she was straddling him. Michelle grabbed his cock and guided it into Lucia as she lowered herself onto him. This time there was no pain at all, just a wonderful feeling as she felt his thick member slowly fill up her cunt.
Lucia started to fuck Jorge, thrusting her hips back and forth. She felt Michelle standing behind her, reaching around and stroking her breasts, taking each nipple between finger and thumb and pinching her hard. Michelle’s breasts were pressed against Lucia’s back, little points boring into her. She was grinding her bald pussy on Lucia’s ass as she moved on Jorge’s cock.
“I’m about to cum,” Jorge suddenly said. Lucia lifted her body off him and the two women knelt on either side of the chair. Michelle pumped the shaft of his cock and for the first time in her life Lucia saw a man cum, a long white rope of cum shot high out of his cock. Michelle bent over and took his cock into her mouth for a moment. Then she lifted up and motioned to Lucia to do the same. She took Jorge’s cock in her mouth and milked the remaining drops of his orgasm onto her tongue, tasting a man’s seed for the first time. So many new experiences in one evening.
Needless to say it was the early hours of the morning before the elevator was needed again, three people exhausted and spent, sticky with the remains of many orgasms.
Lucia walked out of the building, once again wearing just the trench-coat, not a trace of Catholic guilt about losing her virginity. And in an unanticipated threesome.