This is a bit different for me. It’s a short story, loosely based on an actual event.
I was on my way to the annual ‘Halloween Howler’, a Halloween event on campus.
Dressed in my ridiculous Black Widow costume and armed with a Bud Light Apple tallboy, I called the elevator in my dorm. Even though I was on the second floor, I wasn’t going to attempt the flight of stairs in my high-heel boots.
Waiting for the elevator to come down, I sifted through my clutch to find my phone. Before I could reach it, the shrill ding notified me of the elevator’s arrival.
As the door opened, it revealed a short, baby-faced boy in a green Link costume. Without a sword or shield, he almost looked like a Christmas elf. He looked forward, ready to march out, when he realized that it wasn’t on the lobby floor. He quickly shuffled to the side, then immediately looked away.
I smiled warmly, settling into the other corner of the elevator. The pudgy, fantasy-clad guy turned his face toward the corner.
I chuckled to myself as I looked him over. He was clearly uncomfortable. I found it cute, taking no offense to his shyness.
After an awkwardly long wait for the doors to close, we began our descent. Then suddenly, the elevator came to an abrupt stop, and an alarm began to sound.
I looked over at the costumed stranger, who had a dazed, confused look. I reached for the button, but it did no good. The alarm bell buzzed again, and then the lobby floor and the ‘call for help’ button started blinking.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I murmured under my breath. I pushed the floor button first, hoping that the old, decrepit dorm elevator was just glitching.
It did nothing.
Then I tried to pry the doors open. They didn’t budge.
“Ugh,” I scowled at the silver panels. In defeat, I hit the ‘Call for Help’ button.
“Hi there, what can I do for you tonight?” A female voice crackled over the speaker.
“Hey, uhm, we’re in building ‘B’, and the elevator just stopped halfway between floors.”
“Not again!” The voice replied. “I’ll have someone there as soon as possible, but with it being a Friday night, you could be there a while.”
“Is there any way out, like…”
“Trust me, on that old thing, no. You guys weren’t jumping in it or anything, were you?”
The stranger piped up. “No, we didn’t! We just got in it, and…”
His voice was shaky, scared.
“Listen, don’t worry. Last month, we had a bunch of guys decide to rave while they were in there and it’s been giving us issues ever since.” There was a pause. “I’ll make the call. Hopefully, you’ll be out in an hour or two.”
The light stopped blinking.
I looked over to my companion, he was gnawing at his thumbnail, his face turned to the corner. I tried to imagine what was going through his mind.
His hands looked soft, unburdened with work. He had faint stubble along the bottom of his chin.
“Well, I guess we’re stuck here for a bit.”
He looked up at me. He had big, innocent brown eyes. He blinked rapidly, then quickly moved his hand away from his face.
“Uh, yeah. I guess so,” he said quietly, still not holding a gaze at me.
The silence was stifling. His fidgeting only made matters more tense.
“I like your Link costume,” I said softly.
“Thanks!” There was an immediate perk in his voice. “I’m, I’m just glad you didn’t say you liked my ‘Zelda’ costume!”
His eyes met mine briefly, then darted away.
“Your Black Widow costume is awesome.”
“For the record, Ocarina of Time was my brother’s and my favorite game growing up.” I felt him warming up to me, it was like baiting a scared puppy with a treat.
He smiled at me. The tension retreated from his face.
“So, first time at a howler?”
“Yeah, my friends convinced me to go. I usually don’t do this type of thing.” His head hung, then he kicked at the grime on the floor.
“It’ll be fun, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, it’s off to a great start,” he retorted.
“Are you single?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Ha, no. I’m just trying to make conversation.”
I laughed to myself. Here I was, a bona fide girl, attempting to make small talk, and the shy gamer guy was drowning in anxiety.
He probably thought I was out of his league.
He had a kind, friendly look about him.
“I’ve uh, I’ve never had a girlfriend,” He confessed. He took off his hat to mess with his shaggy hair, “As you can see, I’m not really good at talking to girls.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s different for everybody, nothing to get worried about.”
He nodded sheepishly.
I kept glancing at him. With every stolen look, I felt something stir.
Maybe it was because I was already in a mood.
Or maybe it was because I liked seeing men quiver.
An urge came over me. Something about how untouched he seemed flipped a switch in me.
I unzipped the top quarter of my pleather onesie, just to give myself some air. He kept his eyes away.
I stepped toward him, causing him to look my way.
“Have you ever been with a girl?”
He shook his head nervously.
I knelt in front of him.
“Listen, we’re trapped here, so why don’t I do something to pass the time?”
He swallowed a lump in his throat.
“I’m uh, my name is…”
“Link.” I replied firmly, moving my hand under his green tunic.
He cleared his voice, accepting my terms.
I found the elastic band of his beige felt pants and then tugged them down. He was wearing loose satin boxers, speckled with white Storm-Trooper helmets.
I giggled. He was a nerd, right down to his drawers.
Reaching through the slot, I felt his warm, meaty cock. It was stiffening rapidly.
“Oh, fuck…” Link whispered.
“Eaasy, Link.” I didn’t want a mess before we even began.
My fingers drifted along the shaft, which was surprisingly long. At the end, I rocked my thumb around a bulbousy knob. I gave a gentle squeeze, only to be taken aback by the girth.
I should be the one saying ‘Oh, fuck.’
Continuing to fondle him through the fabric, I enjoyed seeing him squirm. It was like he didn’t know where to put himself as I stroked his dick against his leg.
His heavy breaths were making me wet.
I retreated through the slit in his underwear, then slid them and his pants down to his feet. My eyes confirmed what my hand had discovered.
He stumbled back a step. Luckily, he steadied himself.
A thick, hard dick lingered in front of me, bobbing gently from the previous motion. Had he groomed it, it would have looked even more imposing. Link’s dark, coarse pubes spread out on his groin, and along the base of his shaft.
His big, heavy balls looked even more rugged with the messy hair.
His bleach-white legs trembled as I steadied his shaft between the cut in his tunic.
“Just relax,” I assured him.
Precum glistened on his tip. I licked it, then drew my tongue around the crest of his mushroom-shaped head.
I let the salty, fleshy taste fill my mouth, then moved my lips down his shaft. He held his breath, trying to compose himself as I sucked on him.
His weight shifted. I could feel him looking around the elevator.
“Don’t worry, you think these old-ass elevators would have a camera?”
He calmed, and I picked up where I left off.
I squeezed his balls, then forced him down my throat. I sputtered as I pushed as much as I could into my mouth. Pubes tickled my nose, but I didn’t let them deter me.
Link braced himself in the corner with his hands on each wall.
I worked my head back and forth on his swollen, veiny shaft. His cock was so warm, so enticing. I wasn’t shy about the noises I was making.
I took the root of his shaft in my palm and began twisting it in a corkscrew motion with my head and my hand.
“Oh my God…” he whimpered quietly.
I didn’t let up.
I unzipped my top further, showing him all my cleavage.
I threw my head down as far as I could, forcing his tip down the roof of my mouth and into my throat. I gagged, then retreated to see my saliva stringing from his head.
“You really shouldn’t be so shy, not with a dick like this.”
I returned to his tip, sucking it hard, and flicking his slit with my tongue.
Finally, he found the bravery to touch me. At first, his hand landed awkwardly on my shoulder.
His fingers grazed my hair, which after all the time I spent styling it, was a faux pas.
I took his hand, then forced it onto my boob, beneath the pleather shirt.
“Don’t you dare fuck up my hair,” I jested, squeezing his hand onto my breast.
Link gripped me awkwardly. You could tell it was his first time.
“Is, is this OK?” His voice trembled.
I didn’t reply, at least not with words.
I looked up to see his big, brown eyes staring back at me in awe. I pushed his tunic to his groin, so he could see all that I had between my lips.
Gluck…gluck…gawk….
I made sure his first time was sloppy. He may have been innocent, but I was anything but.
I caressed his testicle between my thumb and index.
He squeezed my breast tenderly, cupping it in his soft palm. He dared himself to feel my nipple, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“I…I’m not going to last much longer…”
A nerdy gentleman. I was sure he was only alerting me so I could decide just where and how he’d finish.
I pulled my other breast out of the costume. His hand found it immediately.
I gripped his soft ass and blew him like my life depended on it.
Regardless of his inexperience, my firm motions were a sure signal that I wanted him to paint the insides of my mouth.
His desperate noises were adorable.
“Oh…I’m…I’m!”
His cock tensed, then twitched.
“FUCK!”
I moaned in satisfaction, feeling him coat the back of my throat.
Link’s hands tightened around my tits. He held onto them for dear life.
I pulled back, but kept my mouth open, so he could see his second strand shoot across my tongue. The warm fluid dashed onto my lip and into my mouth.
I sucked his tip and jerked him with my hand. I tugged his balls, giving him the full-on experience.
He shook, enough that I had to keep hold of him or I’d be covered. The last thing I wanted was my glossy black costume to have jizz stains all over it.
He tasted bitter, stronger than I anticipated.
I squeezed his base, then drew towards his head. I wanted every last drop.
Releasing him, I looked up with an open mouth, filled. He looked stunned, frozen.
I moved the stray strand from my lip into my mouth with my finger, then stirred his load with my tongue.
Slutty. Performative. Perfect.
I swallowed it down, reveling in seeing him gawk at me.
“That was amazing,” He blurted. He was out of breath and he was sweating nervously. His innocent little costume only added to the entertainment.
He didn’t last long, but I didn’t care. I accomplished what I had set out to.
I smiled. “Give me your phone.”
He surrendered it without question. It was a flip-phone, and had no password. I sprung it open, slithered his boxers up his legs, stationed his engorged cock between my exposed breasts, and opened his camera.
“Wait, what are you doing?!”
The camera made a snapshot noise. I ensured it looked as good as I felt it did, then turned the screen to him.
If there’s one feature I’m proud of, it’s my tits. I ensured that there were no faces, but you could tell from his boyish underwear and the bottom of his tunic that it was him.
Would he show his friends? I sure hoped so. I wasn’t worried that my boobs would be shown off for clout. It turned me on.
“Now you’ll have something to remember tonight by,” I teased, handing him back his phone.
He almost dropped it, too enamored with the image.
“Trust me, I wasn’t going to forget this.”
His eyes lingered on the screen. He was probably trying to convince himself what had just unfolded, a move far from his usual reality.
With no savior in sight, there was still time to kill. I was intrigued by this awkward, charming stranger.
I cracked open the tallboy that I had intended to drink on the way to the campus bar. The sip of apple-flavored beer washed down the salty taste in my mouth.
I gestured it toward him. He took it and had a calming gulp. Realizing he was still dangling in front of me, he gave back my beer, then pulled his trousers up. He flopped upward, then was covered.
“So, um, what are you studying?” He asked awkwardly.
“Right now? The human condition.” I giggled and shook my head. I liked that he was warming up to small talk, but I was still humming with excitement.
I unzipped my form-fitting costume as low as it could go.
“Do you want to feel another first?”
Guiding his hand, I slipped his fingers between my pelvis and my thong. I should have opted for the two-piece version, but it looked far less seductive. With the limited access without me being completely naked in a dirty elevator, a gentle fondling would have to suffice.
“Whoa….” The wide eyes returned. Now that we were up close and face-to-face, I could smell his cheap axe-type body spray. It reminded me of gym class in junior high.
“Don’t try and go inside, just feel.” I smirked, “I really wore the wrong attire for this.”
His cold fingertips cautiously swept over my labia.
“You’re so wet…”
My soft lips parted between his fingers. He maneuvered well, feeling every fold with care.
“Yeah, it happens when you get really turned on.” I knew I had a mischievous grin. I was enjoying every second of this.
He pressed slightly firmer. He found my opening, but respected my instructions.
“Let me show you something,” I whispered in his ear. “Move up, just a bit…”
His fingertip followed my slit, tracing my fold.
“Now rub that, softly.”
He moved back and forth across my knot.
“Mmmmm, that’s good,” I bit his earlobe. “But now, move it more like your thumb on your Xbox controller.”
He made swift circles. The perfect motion against my clit.
“Yeah, that’s it. Use another finger. Press just a bit harder.”
His motions became more intense. He was sweeping his two fingers across my hood, catching me in the perfect rhythm.
“There you go… fuck, yes. Faster.”
My tongue teased his ear. It drove him wild.
His fingers went at a relentless pace, but he kept them exactly where I needed.
My body tensed. I was on the brink.
I clutched his cock through his pants. It was stiff, ready for another round.
“YES!”
My orgasm was swift and fierce. I felt the jolt shoot through my body, making every muscle clench.
Link’s fingers slowed and I grabbed his forearm.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
He returned to his pace, and an aftershock rippled through my body.
I grinded against his fingers, summoning every ounce of pleasure from my body. It felt so amazing, leading him to my climax.
I leaned my head against his shoulder, “Now you can slow down.”
After a few last rotations, he withdrew his hand from my groin.
I reached into my costume, gliding a finger into my wet pussy. I craved more, but knew our night was coming to an end.
I adjusted my thong, then zipped myself up. My finger glistened with my arousal. I led it to his mouth, encouraging him to taste me.
He took it in greedily, sucking it clean.
I finished composing myself, using the reflection of the steel doors to adjust my red hair.
“Listen, I won’t pretend that this didn’t happen… but if I see you again, I want you to, you know, shoot your shot, yeah?”
“I’m not sure I follow?” He seemed sad, confused.
We were interrupted by a scuffle that was happening below us. I could hear a couple of men manually prying the doors.
It was the break that I needed.
“You have nothing to be nervous about. Women aren’t some kind of wild, intimidating mystery creature. Yeah, some are bitches, but you have to ignore them because they aren’t worth the time anyway.”
He smiled warmly at me. I patted his soft chest.
I took another sip of my drink, then kissed him on the cheek.
“You… and that big dick of yours, just have to be willing to say hello.”
We locked eyes. This time, he didn’t shy away. The corner of his lip curled into a smile.
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