Free StrangersWithCandyGP by KikiWellington Page A

for the minute it took to get to my floor. She looked over at me watching them and smiled, proudly, that she perhaps had what she thought a lot of women wanted, but we had to live with the fact that we could never have him.
     
    After my meeting, I returned to that elevator—hoping the live sex show hadn't ended—and lo and behold they were still going at it. She was on top of him—sixty-nine style—and he had his face buried in her pussy, slurping away at her nectar. And since they wanted to be watched so badly, I obliged. As the elevator crept up the ten floors to my meeting, I got horny watching his tongue ravage her pussy, while his cock slammed in and out of her mouth. He was huge, and I was amazed she could take all of him so effortlessly without even the slightest hint of a gag reflex slowing down the momentum.
     
    By the time I made it to my floor, I could see my breasts heaving and my nipples poking out through my blouse. Usually I would've felt self-conscious about that, but I figured given the sideshow we had been subjected to, no one would fault me for being aroused. As a matter of fact, the hot action in the elevator had me fantasizing about some of the men who would be in the meeting, which made my nipples get even harder and my crotch damp. I thought about one of my hot colleagues in particular burying his face between my legs and gnawing at my clit, the way the man in the elevator was going to town on his new lover. I ended up sitting next to Phillip in the meeting, which made it impossible to concentrate on a single word anyone was saying. Instead, I kept imagining him underneath the conference table, pulling down my panties to expose my wet, aching pussy—so that he could lick me like no one had ever licked me before. I spread my legs a little bit underneath the table, just enough so I could brush my knee against his. I wondered if he knew what had been going on in the elevator. I wondered if the sights and sounds of animalistic sex at his workplace made him as horny as I was. I glanced over at his crotch, but it was hard to tell if he had been affected the same way I was. I thought about how hot it would be to sixty-nine him right in the middle of that meeting as all our coworkers watched. It sure would have been more interesting than talking about marketing plans and convention bureaus.
     
    The meeting was long, so I was pretty shocked to find the couple still in the elevator when I got back. Phillip happened to be there, which doubled my sweet pleasure as the pussy slamming part of the show had just commenced. Phillip looked uncomfortable, and tried to focus his gaze on the descending numbers of the elevator—25, 24, 23, and so on—rather than the hot sex that was just inches away from us. I didn't have that problem: I had watched them before, and I didn't see any point in pretending I wasn't going to watch them again. How could I not watch his hard, throbbing cock, torpedo its way inside her hot honeypot as she held on to him tightly? And as he slid his hard cock in and out of her wet pussy over and over and over again, my mouth watered and my pussy got damp.
     
    As I stared at the couple, from the corner of my eye I saw Phillip watching me watching them. Although he didn't seem to have the nerve to look at them directly, he did seem to enjoy the fact that I was so shameless about watching them—and they were so shameless about fucking in public. And, when the lusty exhibitionists finally orgasmed on the floor, it was clear that Phillip had been affected down south.
     
    Although they did some afterglow canoodling until they eventually got up and out of the elevator, I was left with an unsatisfied heat rising up between my legs that I didn't know what to do about. Phillip and I had yet another meeting to go to, but there was no way I would be able to concentrate on the boring minutiae that demanded my attention.
     
    Luckily, it turned out that Phillip would also demand some of my attention,