Stuck in the Elevator – Cristina’s Story

Okay, mami, let me tell you about this day. You won’t believe what happened. I was heading to this job interview, right? All dressed up in my favorite pencil skirt—the one that hugs my curves just right, you know how I like it—and a blouse that’s just tight enough to show off what God gave me. I’m 35, but honey, I’m still turning heads like I’m 25. Venezuelan blood runs hot in my veins, and I’m not shy about it. So there I was, stepping into this fancy building downtown, feeling like a million bucks.

I get into the elevator, and just as the doors are about to close, this man steps in. Ay, dios mío. Let me describe him to you. Tall, like tall tall, with shoulders so broad I could’ve hung my coat on them. He was wearing this fitted blue suit that looked like it was made just for him, and his blonde hair was perfectly styled. But it was his eyes—blue like the ocean, and when they landed on me, I felt this little spark, you know? Like, oh, this one’s trouble.

He gives me this polite smile and says, “Going up?” in that deep, smooth voice of his. I nod, trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m already imagining things I probably shouldn’t. “Floor 15,” I say, my accent making the words sound softer than I intended. “Job interview.”

“Same here,” he says, pressing the button. “Good luck.”

“You too,” I reply, but I’m already stealing glances at him in the mirror. And let me tell you, he’s doing the same. I catch him looking at me, his eyes lingering on my hips, my waist, my… well, you get the idea. I feel that familiar heat start to build, the kind that makes my skin tingle and my breath catch.

Then, just as we’re passing floor 10, the elevator jerks to a stop. The lights flicker, and my heart skips a beat. “No, no, no,” I mutter, pressing the buttons like they’ll magically start working again. “This cannot be happening.”

He’s calm, though. Too calm. “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he says, his voice steady. “They’ll get us out soon.”

I nod, but I’m already feeling the walls close in. I hate small spaces, mami. Always have. I lean against the wall, fanning myself with my hand, and that’s when I notice how close he’s standing. Close enough that I can smell his cologne—something woodsy and expensive. Close enough that I can see the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

“I’m Cristina, by the way,” I say, trying to distract myself.

“Jake,” he replies, and his name rolls off his tongue like it belongs there. “Nice to meet you, Maria.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jake,” I say, but my voice is softer now, almost a whisper. The air between us feels heavy, charged with something I can’t quite name. Or maybe I can, but I’m trying to be good. Trying and failing, because every time our eyes meet, it’s like a spark ignites between us.

We make small talk for a while, but the tension is building, mami. I can feel it in the way he looks at me, in the way his body seems to gravitate toward mine. And then, out of nowhere, he says, “You know, if we’re going to be stuck here for a while, we might as well make the best of it.”

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he steps closer, so close that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes lock onto mine, and before I can think, before I can stop him—not that I want to—his lips are on mine. And oh, mami, what a kiss. It’s soft at first, almost tentative, but then it deepens, his tongue brushing against mine, and I’m lost. Completely and utterly lost.

My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and he groans into my mouth, the sound sending shivers down my spine. His hands are everywhere—on my waist, my hips, my ass—and I can’t help but moan as he pulls me closer, our bodies pressed together so tightly there’s no space left between us.

I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, my back is against the wall, and he’s kissing me like he’s been starving for me. His hands slide under my blouse, his fingers brushing against my skin, and I arch into him, wanting more. Needing more. I can feel how much he wants me, the evidence pressing against my thigh, and it only makes me hotter.

“Jake,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “We shouldn’t…”

“We should,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping at my skin. “Tell me to stop, Maria. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

But I don’t. I can’t. Instead, I pull him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I guide his mouth back to mine. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of me, and I’m drowning in the sensation. The way he touches me, the way he kisses me—it’s like he’s memorizing me, like I’m the only thing that matters in this moment.

When his hand slips between my legs, I gasp, my body trembling with need. “Jake,” I moan, my voice barely a whisper. “Please…”

He doesn’t make me beg. His fingers find the edge of my panties, and then they’re sliding inside me, and I’m gone. Completely gone. My head falls back against the wall as he works me, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I’m panting, moaning, clutching at him like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

And then, just as I’m about to fall over the edge, the elevator jerks back to life. We both freeze, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, our bodies still pressed together. For a moment, neither of us moves. Then, slowly, Jake pulls back, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at me.

“Well,” he says, his voice rough. “That was…”

“Unexpected,” I finish for him, my voice shaky. But I’m smiling, mami. Smiling like I just won the lottery.

The doors open on floor 15, and we step out together, both of us trying to straighten our clothes and act like we didn’t just do what we did. Jake gives me one last look, his eyes promising more, and then he’s gone, disappearing down the hall.

I walk into my interview with my head held high, my body still humming from what just happened. And let me tell you, mami, I nailed that interview. How could I not? After what just happened in that elevator, I felt like I could conquer the world.