After arriving at Los Angeles I moved into an apartment on the eighth floor of a
tall building. I was rather shy and had not met many people - especially girls.
There was an EXTRAORDINARILY good looking girl that got off on the seventh floor
but I never spoke to her on the elevator because I was much older and someone
THAT good looking was probably involved anyway. But she certainly was a picture
of health and beauty with light brown hair, big hazel eyes and a great figure. I
was sorry that our building did not have a swimming pool so that I could check
her out more closely. But the building was close to my work and it did have two
lower parking levels although it's two elevators seemed to work only PART of the
time. Then the Northridge earthquake occurred and they closed off the lower
parking levels for future earthquake retrofitting work. That was kind of the
last straw and I started thinking of moving into another place with a pool.

Then one morning, on my way to work, the elevator stopped at the seventh floor
and the beautiful girl got on. She was not stuck up because she smiled at me as
she pressed the button for the first floor. I could not help noticing what
smooth skin she had and I swear I could feel a breeze from her long eyelashes.
She was wearing loose dark slacks and a loose white blouse which did not
compliment her figure but she still looked terrific. I don't know exactly what
happened next; whether we had an aftershock or something, but the elevator
suddenly started jerking and bucking making us both grab for the hand rail.

"What is going on?" we both asked at the same time. The elevator continued
bumping on down - past the first floor to zero parking level, then to the zero,
zero level, THEN to the triple zero level and jerked to a stop. I didn't even
know there was a triple zero level but, there it was, on the indicator. The
problem was that the door did not open and no amount of button pushing would get
the elevator moving again or even ring the emergency bell. The elevator controls
were dead but the small light was still on. We could hear what sounded like
generators running on the other side of the door. We knew the parking levels
above were deserted so we gave up calling out after a few tries.

"These damn elevators!" she swore, then calming herself said, "Hi my name is
Gabriel," and offered her hand. She had a soft voice that fit her delicate
features.

"Jeff," I replied gruffly, not knowing exactly why I was being so gruff.

"Looks like were stuck," she said, "and I'll bet no one will even know we are
down here - these elevators are broke down so much."

I was not so concerned about the elevator as much as I was concerned about my
attraction to the gorgeous creature whose closeness was making me tongue tied.

"Think maybe we can get the doors open?" she asked as she dug her nails into the
crack between the doors. I sprang forward to help her and between the two of us
(and my pen knife} we wedged the doors open. Then we both wrestled to keep them
open as they insisted on forcefully closing. We were looking into a small, dimly
lit, ten-foot square room that had noisy generators running in one wall.

About twenty feet above we could see lots of pipes and a maintenance balcony
with a door that probably entered into the lower parking level. We brushing and
bumped each other trying to keep the stubborn doors open. Her hair fell away as
she leaned against the door and as my lips passed inches away from her exposed
neck, and I felt the strongest urge to kiss her on the back of her neck. She
smelled so good too and I was shocked to feel heat in my loins. Finally
irritated by the doors she said, "Oh let them go. We opened them once - we can
do it again," and with that we stepped inside the room and let them slam shut.

She stood with her feet apart, hands on hips looking up at the balcony. "Now,
how can we get up there - - we need a ladder or a rope!" Then she spotted
something in the corner. "What's this?" She picked up about a twelve-foot long
pole that had a rod in the end bent at 90 degrees.

I recognized what it was. "Its a window opener," I offered, "it must be for use
up in the garage area. There are some high windows up there."

"Well, it won't do us any good." She was reaching it up as high as she could and
it still fell about two feet short of the balcony. She seemed anxious to get out
and I wondered if she was feeling nervous about being trapped alone with a
strange man. If she was, she didn't show it and instead immediately took the
initiative. "Well, we just can't stand here playing tiddlywinks," she exclaimed.
"We need a rope or something." We walked around trying to find something else to
use, but there was nothing. Just the locked up generators and bare, smooth
walls.

"I know," she lit up, "I saw a movie once where people used there clothes tied
together to get down off a cliff."

"But we need to go up," I provided.

"Yes, If we threw them up like a lasso over one of those hooks on the balcony- -
-?"

"I don't think we have enough clothes," I cut in pessimistically but I could not
believe my ears as to what she was suggesting.

She looked at me closely for a while as if trying to read my mind then said,
"Well we have to do something and I am willing to try if you are." She was still
studying me closely and a twinkle came into her eyes. "Are you shy about taking
off your clothes?"

"NO" I said defensively followed quickly by "Ah, well---," laughing nervously to
which she ordered "Oh come on, lets at least try. We have to do something. It's
a good thing I wore slacks today," and she modestly turned sideways and started
to take off the slacks. Then off came the blouse and I noticed how her bra stuck
out as she reached back in removing the blouse. The bra. Holy cow! It was a
large industrial strength used to control heavy equipment. She turned and stood
before me with clothes in each hand. I was standing with my stupid mouth open,
drinking her in. Along with the large bra, she had exquisite long legs that
tapered up into skimpy pink panties. Thick tan thighs just begging to be
caressed and squeezed. What was I thinking? My loins got suddenly hotter.

"Well, come on. Lets GO!" she sad impatiently, holding up the clothes. I slowly
took off my pants and shirt turning away because I knew I was bulging out. Then
we awkwardly tied the pants legs together followed by the shirts with me keeping
them in front of me. "There, you see," she rallied, "we can use your belt as a
lasso." She held the belt and I pulled the shirts tight. They reached across the
10-foot room but it was obvious that even if we threw them up and hooked them,
we would not be able to reach them.

"Our SOCKS," she said a little too eagerly, as if to put off the inevitable.
With the socks on the string I tried lifting the belt loop up with the window
pole and got it to within about a foot of being able to hook it onto the
balcony, but if I had, it would have been about three or four feet short of our
being able to reach the clothes. She was looking up at it with me and it was
obvious.

She took it well. "Well, panties and bra time. We came this far. We can't stop
now." I started to get the feeling that she was teasing me and almost got the
impression that she wanted to take her clothes off. She reached back, undid the
bra and swung it toward me with a stiff arm and a half teasing, half embarrassed
smile. Her face was flushed a little.

"Good Lord," I heard myself saying. She had two large firm breasts that seemed
to twang out and UP from their confinement shouting 'FREE, FREE AT LAST. Little
pink nipples blending into the globes that quivered and shook with her every
move. She saw my look and coyly scolded, "Now lets keep our minds on the
problem," and then handed me the panties, loosing a battle to cover herself with
her other hand.

I was going to have a problem myself. Although I was not fully erect, I was
definitely aroused and my shorts had been helping a little to keep things under
control. And now I had to take them off. I tried to keep myself turned away from
her as I slipped them off and tied on the new string of clothes. Then I lifted
them high up with the pole. She noticed my 'turned away' modesty and this make
her curious and giggly. She started moving around to see me, taking advantage of
my helpless stretched out position as I kept trying to turn away while
concentrating on balancing the pole upward. I could see the clothes rope would
work if I could just lift them about one foot higher then I could loop the belt
over the hook.

"Ohh, my," I heard her say quietly under the generator sounds as she finally saw
my swollen penis. And then, without hesitation and a giggle, she chucked it
under it's head with her finger.

"Coochie-Coochie-Coo," she giggled. Naturally that's all it took. It sprang
upward at her and she gasped, "WOW." Maybe she had never seen one in a full 6 to
7-inch presentation before. Still trying to reach the hook with the pole of
clothes, I grunted, "Now lets keep our minds on the problem,"

Fascinated now, she went down on her knees with my pride pulsing inches away
from her mouth. "It looks like something down HERE has something ELSE on it's
mind," she called up over the roar of the generators. I thought for a minute
that she was going to kiss it or take it in her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said, lowering the pole. "It's just a natural reaction with a
naked girl. And you shouldn't have touched it."

"Don't be SORRY, " she said glancing up at me then back to it. "It's BEAUTIFUL -
and so BIG and LONG. Doesn't it hurt?" She got up and I looked her straight in
the eyes, trying to see what she wanted me to do but she just flushed with
embarrassment.

I handed her the pole. "Look," I said, getting down on my hands and knees. "If
you hold the pole and get up on my back you should be able to hook the belt
around the hook. As I concentrated on holding myself stiff I could see that my
penis was reaching halfway to the floor. Steadying herself with the pole Gabriel
tried to get up on me. After several tries she giggled, "You're too wiggly. Why
don't you just lift ME up?"

I got up and finally had a reason to really size her up trying to figure out
where to grab her - back or front. God she was sexy. Didn't she realize it? The
breasts were broad, wider than her upper body and quivering and seemed to have
swelled up. Her waist was tiny without an ounce of fat and those full, long,
tan, wonderfully smooth, legs leading up to- - -

"Just grab me by the legs and lift me up!" she said impatiently but she was not
looking at me. She was constantly looking down at my protuberance. Finally I
reached down got my arms around those luscious thighs and hoisted her up feeling
the wonderful heat of her body against my skin. I had to lean back to balance
her and this put my nose directly in the middle of those wonderful quivering
breasts. She laughed making them shake more. She WAS teasing me.

"Just a little higher," she called, "I almost got it." I hove her up higher and
the breasts bounced off my cheeks. I could feel her warm fur against my stomach.
Then she reaching the pole up with one arm, stretching and twisting, which put
one pink nipple straight into my open mouth. I could not help myself. I had to
lick it and take it in. I heard her gasp but I did not know whether it was from
me sucking or her trying to reach the hook. My penis was straight out - arching
up between her legs. Then she slowly brought her legs together around it;
squeezing it and rolling it gently as she twisted upwards.

"I GOT IT!" she cried.

"You certainly do," I grunted, breathing out in pleasant agony.

"I got the HOOK," she scolded. Then she yelled, "I REALLY GOT IT!" and bounced
and swung her legs and arms around me in a childlike celebrating hug. This moved
my bursting penis to almost a straight up position.

Then as I started to slowly ease her down I felt it slowly entering her.
Actually it was almost as if she sucked it in. She groaned and started some kind
of a pulling action from inside hugging me tighter. There was no way I could
stop it from going in deeper as I lowered her down. I eased her on down until
she was lying on the floor but her legs were still wrapped tight around me and
she was gasping and moaning "Yes, yes. Deeper."

I was shocked but she didn't have to tell me. I shoved it home, sampling those
wonderful quivering globes again with my mouth and with my hands. It was rape
but she was helping me. We rocked together in a perfect rhythm. It felt as
though she was milking me and it was over too soon when I exploded inside her. I
finished and suddenly realized what I had done (without even asking her
permission) and pulled out of her.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm sorry. Are you all right?" She did not answer as she
got up and brushed herself off. I apologized again and she said, "It's all
right," looking at me demurely, "it was just a natural reaction." She didn't
seem to be worried about protection. She reached up and got hold of the clothes
rope and said "Why don't you see if it will hold you?"

The clothes stretched but held and now that I was flaccid it was relatively easy
to pull myself up to the balcony. I tried the door and it opened into the garage
but then closed by itself. "Hang on and I will pull you up," I called, and tried
but could not get enough leverage to lift her weight. But never mind - she
wrapped those powerful legs around the clothes and slowly worked her way up.
When she was almost at the top I got a hold of her arms and pulled her up until
she could swing one leg up onto the balcony then I lifted her out over the edge
so that her heaving breasts would clear and she fell on top of me as I fell
back, both of us out of breath. Her breasts were bouncing off my face again -
and I'd swear they had grown bigger still. We were safely on the balcony now but
she did not get off me. Instead she looked down at her breasts quivering next to
my open panting mouth and said softly, "Can we do it again?"

"Here?" I started to say "On the balc--," but she quieted me by stuffing a
nipple in my mouth. "Taste them again!" and when I did she groaned and stretched
and writhed. I made a piggy of myself and slopped all over them (or I should say
under them). Meanwhile, my hands were caressing her tiny waist, her wide solid
buttocks and her firm thighs. My penis came up again between her legs and she
took it in and I let her have the reins. She was all over me and was doing that
milking thing again. I steadied the globes with my hands as she bounced up and
down crying out in her climax over the generator sounds. I wondered if this was
her first climax. It was my best ever.

Finally we were exhausted and got up and put on our wrinkled clothes and walked
up through the empty parking areas. I was just starting to think it was all over
when she said, "I would like to see you again sometime." I gave her my number
but I still had the feeling that she was somehow involved with someone else or
that she probably thought that I was too old and that I might not ever see her
again.

I got home at six and the phone rang. It was her. She said, "Can we do it
again?"

I will never complain about a broken elevator again.

It was about two weeks later when I finally got around to asking her what she
did for a living and she told me that she was an elevator repair specialist.