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By Julienne
New York.
New York. Julie was a stockbroker at a small but prosperous brokerage firm with offices on the 42nd floor of the World Trade Center. It had taken her a couple of years of very hard work to be accepted in this firm as one of the "golden boys", especially because she was a very attractive brunette, huge brown eyes, a full lipped mouth, and a body to die for, well shaped, long legs, very fit. She was always dressed in smart suits, skirt just a little above the knees, and medium sized high heels. Her voice was velvety, but very firm whenever she was dealing with clients and colleagues. She had now an impressive list of clients who always listened to her advice very carefully. She was single, and shared an apartment with a friend in the Village.
One Tuesday morning, entering the elevator, she saw a face she did not recognise. Standing in the further end of the elevator was a tall man, clean face, dark blonde hair, dark-rimmed glasses. He looked straight at her, and gave her a small shy smile. She smiled back and stood next to the door. She got off on the 42nd floor, and the tall stranger was still in the elevator.
Later that day Julie went out for a drink with some of the other stockbrokers of her firm. They often did that, meeting other brokers at a bar near the Marina. After a couple of drinks, she was ready to go home when the tall stranger entered the bar. He was accompanied by some brokers from a rival firm. They went to the bar to get a drink, and sat at a table next to Julie and her friends. Although the firms were rivals, the brokers all knew each other and some were even friends. Someone introduced the stranger to Julie and her colleagues. His name was Timothy (Tim). His smile was still shy, but his handshake was firm. Julie felt a certain electricity shaking his hand, and retrieved hers fast, lowering her eyes embarrassed. She had already told her friends she was going, so she left.
The following day she met Tim in the elevator again. And again the shy smile. And all the other days was the same, that same shy smile, which puzzled her tremendously.
A week or so later, they met again at the bar. This time, Julie was determined to get to know this stranger better, and somehow was able to sit next to him and strike a conversation. She learned he had come from Terre Haute, Indiana, had spent some time in Paris right after university, just taking in sights and trying to make a living as a painter, after that he had worked as a trainee in The Nat Westminster Bank, in London, in the department that dealt with the clients' portfolios. That is when he became interested in the stock markets, and decided to learn all he could. After some time, he was responsible for overlooking the portfolios and deciding on the best stocks for he bank and its clients. But he was homesick, and when he heard this firm in NY was looking for another broker, he jumped at the chance. He had rented an apartment on the West side, on Amsterdam Ave near 72 St. and was still very much in awe with this city. He had come from a small city, and even though had lived in Paris and London, New York still frightened him a bit. Julie was a true New Yorker, and offered to help him getting to know the city. He thanked her, but she felt he was not going to really take this offer. He seemed extremely shy, uneasy in her presence, and after some time she left. And that night she thought a lot about this strange man, and how she felt so attracted to him, especially because he seemed not to be attracted to her...
Weeks went by.
Memorial Day. Holiday in the US, but not around the world. Julie had decided to go into the office to check on the Tokyo and London markets, she had some heavy investments from some clients in these exchanges, and didn't like any surprises. She knew no one would be there, and was looking forward to working in an empty office. She got to the building, and entered the elevator. The door was about to close when Tim walked in. She could not hold her surprise. He was also surprised to see her there, she could see it in his eyes. They said hello, and the doors closed. Julie was feeling very uneasy, alone in the elevator with Tim. Standing next to the farther corner of it, she kept her eyes to the floor. And than between the 21st and 22nd floors, the elevator stopped.
Julie's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Tim her eyes wide open in terror. He was pressing all the buttons, trying to make the elevator move. He picked up the emergency phone and called for help. He was told there had been a power failure, and that they were working on it, but it would be some time before they could get the elevator to move. When Tim turned around, he saw Julie's terrified face, and moved towards her. She was trembling, and her big eyes were beginning to fill with tears. He at first did not know what to do. He tried thinking of something to say, but could not utter a single word. Then he suddenly drew her into his arms and held her tight. He could feel her whole body shaking, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. He held her there for some time, until he felt she was shaking less and less. But holding her tight to his body stirred emotions he thought were hidden deep inside in soul. The smell of her hair, the shape of her body next to his, feeling her heart beating on his chest, was just too much. He started kissing the top of her head, while gently stroking her back. At first he could feel her tense her body. She looked up at him, her eyes wide open in surprise.
'What???' ... Looking deep into her eyes, Tim said: 'I've been attracted to you from the first time I saw you here in this elevator, but have always been afraid to show it. You seemed so inaccessible, so distant....' And suddenly Julie saw all the desire in his eyes, those eyes not completely hidden behind the glasses, eyes that were burning with an intense fire. And her body shook with the desire she had also felt for him. She hid her face on his chest and sighed.
Tim held her more tightly, and she could feel his hands caressing her back gently, his face on her hair. She began to run her hands through his back, feeling his muscles tensing at her touch. He started to kiss her, her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose... and ended on her mouth. At first a gentle brush on her lips, then a more forceful touch, feeling her full lips on his, his tongue opening her lips, and searching for hers. Their tongues met with hunger, sucking, rolling, touching with so much desire Julie was breathless. Tim's hands were all over her, caressing her back, her arms. And than he pushed her to the far end of the elevator, pressing her against the wall.
Tim could hear her moans and that just made him desire her even more. He moved to her right breast, sucking it with force. His hands ran down the side of her body, and pushed her skirt up high. Julie had no tights on, and he felt her small lace panties. He touched her pubic hair through the panties, ran his hands to her buttocks, holding them firmly. He knelt in front of her, drew her panties down, and started kissing her tummy, the top of her thighs, while his hands held her buttocks with force. Julie was on fire, all that desire she had held back for so long now an open dam. Tim's tongue found her clitoris, and licked and sucked it. It turned into a hard pearl, hot with desire. His fingers parted her lips, entering her hungry sex. While his tongue massaged her clitoris, his fingers were teasing the velvety walls of her sex.
Her hands held his head tightly against her. Tim could feel she was about to reach her climax, and wanted to feel her coming in his mouth. His fingers were entering and withdrawing faster now, and his tongue massaging her clitoris with force. Julie's body shuddered, and she yelled out loud:
'Tim.... aahhhhh... '.
She had lost control of her senses and could only feel those waves of pleasure hitting her completely. Tim held her tightly until he felt her body released of the tension. He than stood up and kissed her, the smell and taste of her sex in his mouth was sweet and pungent at the same time.
Looking in his eyes, Julie felt all his desire, and knew it was not over yet. She wanted to give this man as much pleasure as he had given her. She unzipped his pants, and could feel his cock grown and hard. She pushed him to he wall, and kneeling in front of him, took his enlarged member in her hands, caressing it. She touched her tongue to the tip of his penis. She wrapped her lips around it. He moaned gently while she took him deep into her mouth. She started slowly, teasing him, sucking him hard, than withdrawing. Gradually she picked up the rhythm.
'Julie, this is so good.... I can't stand it any longer.... '.
And then suddenly her pushed her up, pressed her against the wall, and holding her from behind, drew her up a bit and tentatively tried to find her sex with his cock. Julie wrapped one leg high around him, and he thrust his penis deep inside her. He moved in her, faster, harder. Waves of pleasure hit them both.
Julie felt Tim's cock contract and than overflow, and at the same time she reached her orgasm. Julie yelled Tim's name out loud, her whole body overtaken with passion. They stood there, hugging, holding each other tight, until their bodies stopped trembling and their hearts beating so wildly. Tim kissed her passionately, and slowly helped her get dressed. He was gentle, but a bit withdrawn, which surprised Julie. He had shown so much passion, so much fire, had been so verbal all through their lovemaking, and now was strangely silent. She stood in the corner of the elevator, that protective wall so well known to her slowly closing around her. Some minutes later, the elevator started moving. It stopped on her floor, and without looking at Tim, she left. He said nothing, did nothing. Just stood there seeing her leave. Because he had failed to tell her that this was his last day in New York. He had received a better offer from a firm in Chicago and had accepted it. And knew he had no rights upon her, even though he desired her and even loved her fiercely. And she left his life in the same manner she had come into it: swiftly, passionately, a vision of love and desire.
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Julie was always at the office early, checking the Tokyo Exchange and ready for the opening of the NYSE. That elevator ride to the 42nd floor was always a bit of a dread for her, she had always felt uneasy with heights. But her determination to become a stockbroker at this firm had helped her overcome this fear. Most of the time, the elevator was full of stockbrokers getting to their offices early, as she was too, so it wasn't that bad.
Still kissing her, he eagerly started opening the buttons of her blouse, almost tearing it off her. His hands found her breasts, and gently caressed them, squeezing her nipples. Julie, throwing her head back, moaned. Tim than took his mouth to her left breast and began sucking it, while his hand played with her right one. He sucked it, bit it gently. Julie's moans were now louder, her hands on his head, her fingers entangled in his hair. 'Oh God... '.
