An Elevating Experience  

 RATED R m/f sex 

 

 As with the first part of this posting (see 'A Man's Best Friend &
Calgon, Take Me Away), this is again explicit m/f, triple R-rated, NC-17,
etc.... Apparently the author found it difficult to write because of the
1st Person PoV, and we had a long fight to stop them changing it to 3rd
Person.... we all hope you enjoy it. Oh and I'm to tell you that it's a
first attempt at anything like this...so you're welcome to throw otters or
brickbats (or even Mounties..fat chance!!) 

 An Elevating Experience 

 I have seen him every day since I started work in Chicago - well work
days that is. Sometimes he's standing outside the Consulate, in full red
Dress Uniform, other days I've passed him on the street as he's been
exiting the building - he's always so polite and tips his hat to me, with
a lovely little smile on his face. And more recently, I've found that we
both have lunch in the same little diner just one block from my office. I
didn't realise at first that that was his regular haunt, but you can bet
your bottom dollar that once I'd seen him there the first time, I made
damned sure I was there every other lunch time. Just sitting, eating my
lunch, drinking my cup of tea and peeking over the top of the book I'm
reading, taking illicit glances at this most beautiful man, who doesn't
really know I even exist. Well, what are dreams for after all...and this
is a man to dream about in every possible way. 

 I've sat for dozens of cumulative hours, trying to memorise every
contour, every laughter line, every dark brown (or silver) hair...the way
he raises one eyebrow when questioning something he might disagree with,
the care and attention he gives to everyone he comes into contact with.
I'm jealous of everyone who talks to him, even the man who cooks the
burgers...none of them are immune to his magic. I haven't had the
opportunity to talk to him and I can't bring myself to engineer a
meeting...it just wouldn't feel right, and I'd get all tongue-tied.
Besides, I have had *so* much fun finding out everything I can about him,
that I can wait a little longer in the hope that one day he'll notice me. 

 The girls at the office have been really helpful over all these weeks - I
don't know what I would have done without them. My assistant is a mine of
information, and knows all the right people to talk to. Who would have
thought that her brother was dating one of the secretaries at the
Consulate. Well, if he wasn't before, he certainly is now! I think all the
girls secretly lust after the Mountie, but they've had a couple of years
to come to terms with it. I'm the new kid on the block, so they're
humouring me...and frankly I don't care why they're helping me out, all I
know is that every scrap of information that I learn is another block in
building a real picture of this incredible man. 

 I'm day dreaming again, when I should be paying attention to the elevator
button. So what, that he wasn't at lunch today? He has a life of his own,
doesn't he? And it's allowed me a little time to go out shopping, instead
of being riveted to my seat for an hour. I look up at the elevator display
- unbelieveably two cars arrive at almost the same time. With thoughts of
the Mountie fresh in my mind, I wave the other shoppers into the first
one, and walk over to the furthest car instead. As I move inside, the
doors start to close, and I step in quickly against the farthest wall, the
only occupant. Suddenly a man's hand shoots through the closing crack and
the doors are pushed open smoothly. Oh dear!! Anyone that desperate to get
into the car, is bound to be a weirdo, I'm thinking. And then I realise
that the man pushing his way in is none other than said Mountie. 

 The Stetson barely makes it in, before the doors snap shut behind the
man, and he stands there facing me for a moment, a slightly embarrassed
look on his face. I realise that I'm undoubtedly gawping at him in the
most juvenile way - it's no wonder he's looking uncomfortable. I pull
myself together, but I can't say a thing, nothing would come out right at
this point - so I nod my head, give him a quick smile, and move over
towards the corner of the elevator - a safe distance from him. 

 'Thank you kindly, ma'am'. 

 Now I've heard that voice a hundred times over the last few weeks, but
never has it sounded so sweet as now, when the words are directed at me,
and no-one else. A little shiver runs down my back, and I ease from one
foot to the other to cover it. The bags I'm carrying obviously look heavy,
as the Mountie misinterprets this movement, 

 'May I help you with your shopping?' 

 Oh no!! There's that look - how can I resist that??? I want to say 'Yes,
yes, you can help me, but not with the shopping!' With the ease of someone
who's stepped back from the edge of a cliff having wondered what it would
be like to just step out into nothingness, I somehow bite my tongue on
that comment. Instead I mumble something about not going far, and that I
can manage. He's looking at me intently, and I feel the blush work it's
way up from the neck of my blouse to the roots of my hair. I studiously
look straight ahead at the panel of indicator lights...whilst still trying
to be aware of him, how close he is standing to me, what he smells like,
how he's fidgeting with the buckle on his Sam Browne belt. The lights are
hazy in front of me as they work their way up the panel, but I'm not
paying close enough attention and suddenly notice that I have missed my
floor. 

 'Damn it!' 

 Before I realise it, the words are spoken aloud. 

 'I believe you wanted the 16th floor, if I'm not mistaken. Here let me
press the button for you. You can't reach with all those bags...' 

 I nod my head briefly, as my tongue seems to have stopped working,
and.... Hang on a minute! How does he know my office is on the 16th Floor?
It's no good, I have to look at him. Now it is his turn to watch the
lights flicker on the panel. I see a muscle twitch in his jaw - he's
suddenly looking very tense, almost guilty. Before I have a chance to
wonder if I should say anything to him, the floor lurches out from under
me and I find myself sitting in a pile of carrier bags and the papers from
my document wallet. Never having really hit it off with elevators, my
instant reaction is panic, but the logic clicks in sharply as I realise
that we are stationary and that both the Mountie and I are sitting on the
floor, very much alive. We are looking at each other, not saying a word. A
smile appears on his face and the tension eases for both of us. I realise
that I'm holding my breath and let it out slowly, trying to still the
heavy thud of my heartbeat in the aftermath of the adrenalin that is now
rushing through my body. It takes a moment, but I'm calming down nicely,
when the man opposite speaks to me. 

 'Are you alright, Miss Watson? We should be fine here till the engineers
arrive to get us out. I felt the emergency brakes kick in very quickly, so
there's no need to be alarmed...' 

 He halts in mid-sentence, and the guilty look quickly re-establishes
itself on his face. At first I can't think why, but then it dawns on me
that he has just used my name...how does he know my name? I look at him a
little more sharply. Perhaps he's more devious than I gave him credit for.
Why would he know which floor I work on and what my name is, if he hasn't
been doing a little snooping of his own. All of a sudden, my heart lifts
and I suddenly get very nervous for no reason. I smile at him and decide
to take the initiative. 

 'We may be stuck here for a while I suppose. So we should introduce
ourselves. My name's Jena...' 

 '...Watson, and you work on the 16th Floor, for Carbonel Publishing and
you've been here 3 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.... I know.' 

 Needless to say, I am stunned. He knows about me, he's noticed me enough
to check up on me. What do I do now? I realise that he's studying me
seriously - I think he's trying to work out whether he's played his hand
too early. Time to return the compliment.... 

 'And you are Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, Assistant Deputy Liaison
Officer, 2 and a half years in Chicago. Ben to your friends. Oh, and you
have a wolf called Diefenbacker..' 

 'Diefenbaker...it's actually pronounced with a long vowel 'a'...' 

 There is silence as we both sit there looking at each other, not quite
knowing where to go now. The peace is interrupted by the shrill scream of
the emergency telephone. Ben reaches up and answers it. 

 'No....no, we're fine, thank you.....and how long....oh, oh I see...well,
could you be a little more specific....no, I don't suppose you
could.....Yes, thank you kindly.' 

 It is obvious that the speedy rescue that Ben had envisaged is not going
to happen quite as quickly as first thought. He pulls off his Stetson and
places it carefully on the floor beside him. Loosening his tie and the top
buttons on his brown shirt, he looks across at me apologetically. 

 'The engineers have been delayed. They can't get here for another hour or
so. Apparently there have been a spate of elevator breakdowns today. I'm
not totally convinced the gentleman was telling the truth, but... 

 'It doesn't matter Ben. I'm not in a rush to be anywhere else right now.
Don't worry about it. Just relax.' 

 It's getting warm in the confined space, and I move to take off my
jacket. Before I have shrugged one arm out of it, I feel a hand on the
other shoulder helping me with the garment. Without thinking, I lean in to
the touch and close my eyes for a second, savouring the moment. As I look
up at him, he is kneeling next to me, carefully folding the jacket and
placing it on top of one of the carrier bags. I put up a hand and touch
him lightly on the upper arm, and he turns with a start. 

 'You should do the same....you're going to get boiling hot in here, if
you keep that on.' 

 I indicate his jacket, and he flips the gold buttons, as I pull gently at
the sleeve nearest me. The dark brown cloth slips off his broad shoulders
and down his back, and I pull it carefully away from him. He leans across
to retrieve it from my grasp, and the movement brings him closer to me. I
can smell him, his sweet breath, his clean body, the smell of soap as he
brushes against me. Though he is only kneeling beside me, he still towers
above me, and I look up into that open, kind face wondering if I have the
courage to seize this opportunity. I'm desperate for something to happen,
to resolve the feeling that has been building within me for months
now...even if it is a rejection. As he leans back, I start to put my hand
up to him, but my action is forestalled as he turns round towards
me....his hands move up to my face, catching it lightly on each side and
holding it captive as his lips descend to mine. My eyes are wide, trying
to drink in the sight of this long-dreamed of face so close to mine, and I
open my mouth a little to signal my willingness to what is happening. As
soon as he feels the opening, his tongue pushes between our lips and dips
inside my mouth, exploring. I cannot remember the last time I felt like
this, but I know that what I am feeling is good and real and that I want
it to go on, so I push closer to him. His hands slip down my neck and onto
my shoulders, trying to find the front of my blouse, and a tremble runs
through my body as I feel these strong hands through the thin material. As
he busies himself with the buttons one by one, I put my hands up to his
head and run my fingers through his thick hair, savouring the feeling. My
tongue dances with his, back and forwards between our two mouths. I am
hardly breathing, and have to pull away for a second to catch my breathe. 

 Ben looks at me for a moment as if to check, and then seeing the need in
my eyes, he returns his attention to my face and then to my neck. The
blouse is undone, and he slides his hands inside to push it back off me.
His warm hands cross my body, every inch that they touch screams out to be
caressed again and I shift closer to him. He moves a hand round to my back
reaching for the catch on my bra, as the other slips under the material at
the front, cupping my breast firmly, kneeding it, massaging it, and I want
to dissolve like water under his sure touch. 

 I have to keep up with him, and my greedy hands make easy work of his tie
and shirt buttons. By the time I've dumped these at his side, my bra is
released, and his other hand moves round to my breast. I lean into his
neck and place a long kiss on the hollow at the bottom of his throat, then
open my mouth and trace my tongue down the middle of his smooth chest and
across to a nipple. He continues to rub me and twist my nipples gently,
making them as hard as they can possibly be, driving me crazy with the
feeling that's coursing through my body. I pull gently at his nipple,
satisfied to hear the little moan escape from his throat. Before I have a
chance to move across to the other, he has placed one arm around my back
and lent me down onto the floor. I look up into those sky-blue eyes,
wondering if this is really all a dream, when I feel a hand on my leg. He
smiles down at me and his whole face seems to come alive. 

 The hand is gradually tracing its way up my thigh until it reaches my
skirt. Ben lies down on the papers next to me and continues to tease my
nipples with his mouth. He takes one between his teeth and pulls gently. I
arch up against him, trying not to push too hard, to be too eager - I want
this to last forever. His hand slides up under my skirt, up across my
thigh, tantalisingly close to where I want him to touch me, before moving
further up to my abdomen and finally to the top of my pantyhose. I feel
his fingers gently, insistently pulling it down, past my panties, down my
legs till they reach my knees. He looks up for a moment, which I barely
catch, as I keep closing my eyes each time the deligthful torment rolls
through my body. My other nipple is taken into his mouth and his teeth
rake across it harder than before. This is almost too much, and I gasp as
the world goes out of focus for a moment. His tongue flicks across my
breast soothing it before he takes it in his mouth once more to continue
the torment. Between my thighs, I feel his fingers tracing the outline of
my panties, pushing furtively at first, then harder, rubbing against the
material. I want more, I need more of this, and move my pelvis up against
his hand, pushing eagerly. My panties are pulled down a way and his hand
slides further between my thighs, pushing my legs open. I feel a finger
make a tentative tracing of my sex. I am hot and open to his touch and he
pushes his fingers inside me easily. As I feel them enter me, I can't stop
myself from moving up to meet him, pushing, offering myself to him.
Fingers still sunk deep inside me, the heel of his hand pushes me down,
rubbing against the centre of my desire. As his fingers withdraw and enter
me again and again, I match his rhythm with more and more insistence. My
nipples are sore from the attention of his teeth and he caresses them with
his tongue, as I start to moan. I pull him close and move my hand down to
join his, greedy for the climax. But he catches it with his other hand in
one swift movement and locks it to the ground beside me, the full force of
his weight on it. His tongue leaves my chest, and traces a slow path down
across my stomach, past my navel, my body bucking under the sensation. He
withdraws his fingers from me briefly as he changes position slightly and
then enter me again without touching my sex. I strain to have him touch me
there as he moves in and out of me with his fingers, pushing, raking, and
then suddenly I feel the warm, wet delight of his tongue. It is almost too
much to bear, as I reach new heights of desire - there is nowhere else to
go now, and he knows what to do. As his fingers push into me again, his
tongue gives way to lips sucking me, pulling me over the edge. The world
explodes around me, and a moan in my throat becomes a sob, as my whole
body is wracked by my spasms. I grasp hold of his hair desperate to make
it go on as long as possible, and he continues to push into me with his
fingers, until he feels the last shudder dissipate. Eventually I lie there
exhausted, amazed, and totally satiated, looking up at the roof of the
elevator. 

 Ben's face floats into view. He looks desperately happy too, but also
slightly sheepish. Without a word, I know what is being asked of me. I
pull myself together and then try to sit up. Ben stands above me, offering
his hand, which I take. I balance against him for a moment, whilst
returning the panties and hose to their original position. As I rub
against him, bare chest to bare chest, my nipples are still tender from
his not-so-gentle ministrations and I pull back from him a little. But
there is no mistaking that he is aroused, the evidence cannot be hidden.
He starts to lie down, but I stop him - instead, pushing him over against
the elevator wall. The handrail halfway up pushes his body out to meet
mine, and he arches back to place his shoulders against the wooden facia.
I kneel down in front of him, and start to undo his pants. He tries to
help, but I push his hands out of the way. Instead he clings to the
handrail, as if it were the only thing that held him up. The zipper
releases easily and I look up at him for a moment before continuing. His
head is leaned back against the wall, and he is breathing deep and fast -
I take this as permission to proceed. The pants cascade down his legs and
he steps out of them. His shorts are right in front of me, and there is no
mistaking the desire he feels right now. I kneel up against him, kissing
his abdomen and teasing him with light licks around his navel and then
lower down. I run my hands down his sides, and then round the back of him,
to his bottom. It is clenched tight, and I wrap my hands round each cheek
and squeeze for a moment before lifting my hands to the band of his
shorts. Hooking my fingers inside the top, I run them round to the front,
tracing my nails across his skin. As I reach the front, there is an intake
of breath from above. I look up and meet his sea-blue eyes staring at me
intently, willing me to go on. Without breaking the gaze, I grasp the
shorts firmly and pull them down over his erection, pushing them right
down to his ankles in one fluid motion. He breaks eye contact first, as
his head rolls back against the wall again. And I finally look at him. He
is fully aroused, and as I gently cup his balls in my hand, a shudder runs
through his body and he pushes towards me. I push him back and then take
his cock in my hand. It is hot, and hard, and throbbing. I run my hand
carefully up and down it and Ben's breathing becomes harsh as he tries to
stiffle any noise. I continue to pull gently on him for a while longer,
then move my head towards him. Gently at first, I run my tongue across his
tip. I feel a hand descend on my head, pulling me towards him, willing me
to hurry. I push his hand away without breaking the rhythm of my contact
with him. I don't want to hurry this. He is fully erect and I pull him
down towards me with my hand, continuing to squeeze him. As I take his tip
into my mouth, my teeth touch him, and a low sob escapes him. I run my
hand between his thighs, lightly touching him behind his balls, and his
pelvis thrusts out at me. He enters my mouth and I barely manage to stop
from choking. I hold onto his waist, and guide him as he rocks towards me.
I slip my mouth backwards and forwards onto his cock, grasping him with my
lips, teasing him with my teeth, sucking him, pulling him onwards. His
movements become more insistent, thrusting deeper and deeper into me,
trying to bury himself in me. And then as his passion takes over, I feel
his body begin to spasm, and he gasps out my name 'Jena!!'. I keep my
mouth on him and wrap my arms up around his waist, holding him tight as he
he reaches his climax, and I swallow. I'm totally lost in my feelings for
this man I hardly know. For a moment I think he's going to fall down, his
body is moving so violently, but he has a hold of the hand rail. As his
movements abate, I release his cock from my mouth, and continue to hold
him tight, lending him my strength. By some miracle, he's still standing
as his hands release their support and, finding my shoulders, he pulls me
up to his level and crushes me tight against his chest. I can feel him
throbbing against me. For a moment, we stand there cut-off from the world
and cares, cut-off from all interruptions... 

 The shrill of the phone slices through our peace and tranquility. Ben is
in not state to answer it, so I do the honors. The man on the other end
tells me that the engineers are in the building and on their way up to fix
the problem. I thank him kindly and turn to face Ben, wondering how fast a
Mountie can get dressed. I needn't have worried. He is already
semi-dressed and looking across at me with a huge grin on his face. 

 'If he said what I think he said, we'd both better be dressed and
presentable in the next couple of minutes, or we'll never live it down.' 

 His happiness is infectious and I find myself laughing as I reach for my
bra and blouse. 

 When the engineers finally get the door open, we are respectably dressed
and waiting demurely to make our exit. The only evidence that anything
untoward has occurred in the elevator, is the state of Ben's
Stetson...it's a bit squished, and he won't be able to wear it to work
again. I hear his Boss is a real dragon - I hope she doesn't make too much
of a fuss about it. I'll find out tonight, when I meet Ben after he
finishes work. We have a lot to talking to do...