I masturbated in the elevator and almost got caught [Elevator]

My hand slid into my black pencil skirt, fingers wriggling through my damp silk panties. The elevator was a sleek, enclosed cage of steel and glass, reflecting my flushed face as I leaned against the mirrored wall. My nipple hardened as I pinched it through the thin fabric of my blouse, the other hand pressing hard against my clit. The elevator groaned, ascending with a slow, deliberate hum that vibrated through the soles of my heels. I could feel the heat building in my pussy, the slick juices coating my fingers as I fucked myself with increasing urgency. Suddenly, the elevator lurched to a stop, and the doors began to slide open. Panic surged through me, but I couldn’t stop. My breath hitched as a man stepped in, his eyes widening at the sight of me, my skirt hiked up, fingers buried deep in my cunt. He stood there, frozen, as I continued to fuck myself, my eyes locked onto his. The doors slid shut, trapping us in a silent, tense standoff. I spread my legs wider, giving him a clear view of my fingers plunging in and out of my wet pussy. The elevator began to move again, but neither of us spoke. The only sounds were my ragged breaths and the wet, sloppy noises of my fingers fucking my tight hole. I could see his cock straining against his pants, but I didn’t stop. Not until the elevator reached my floor and the doors opened, leaving him alone with his hard-on and the memory of my filthy, public masturbation.