Who Knew Elevators Could Make Me So Horny? Touching Myself in the Elevator… Anyone Could’ve Walked [Elevator]

In the sterile glow of the elevator lights, I leaned against the cold metal wall, heart pounding like a fucking drum. The doors slid shut, sealing me in this tiny, vibrating box. My breath hitched as I slid my hand down my stomach, fingers slipping into my tight jeans. I could feel the heat of my pussy through the denim, and I moaned softly, rubbing myself harder. The risk of getting caught sent a shiver down my spine. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but the thought only made me wetter. I unzipped my jeans, pushing my hand inside my soaked panties. My fingers found my clit, swollen and throbbing, and I circled it, biting my lip to stifle my cries. The elevator lurched, and I imagined some stranger walking in, seeing me like this—fingers deep in my pussy, legs spread, breath ragged. The idea of being caught, of being forced to finish the job with an audience, made my legs tremble. I slid two fingers inside myself, fucking myself hard and fast, the sound of my wet pussy filling the elevator. My other hand gripped the metal railing behind me, knuckles white, as I fucked myself closer to the edge. The elevator dinged, and I froze, fingers buried deep inside me, as the doors began to open.

The sudden intrusion of a stranger’s footsteps echoing down the hallway sent a jolt of panic and excitement through my veins. I didn’t stop, though. I couldn’t. My body was too far gone, too desperate for release. I leaned back, spreading my legs wider, giving myself better access. My fingers dug deeper, curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. The stranger’s footsteps grew louder, closer. I could hear their breath, their heartbeat maybe, mingling with mine. I was so close, so fucking close. I pulled my fingers out, slick and glistening, and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean. The taste of my own pussy, mixed with the metallic taste of the elevator, was intoxicating. I slid my hand back down, this time pushing three fingers inside myself. The stretch burned, but it felt so good. I fucked myself harder, faster, the sound of my wet pussy louder than ever. The stranger was right outside now, their presence a tangible thing, a threat, an excitement. I came with a choked cry, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around my fingers. The doors slid open, revealing the stranger, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in my own pleasure, too high on the risk, the danger, the thrill of getting caught fucking myself in the elevator.