Smut Marathon: Unexpected delay…

‘The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting.’
Andy Warhol

The next round of Smut Marathon voting has opened and it’s the SEMI-FINALS!! Do click to read the 10 stories and vote for your favourites – it means such a lot to everyone who has taken part.

And, as promised, here is my entry from the previous round. We were tasked with writing a 1000 word erotic story about two strangers who became trapped in a lift for hours…

***

‘Are you wearing it?’

Even over the phone, Sam could hear the desire in Danny’s voice. He sounded husky, his voice roughened by need.

‘Of course I am – as instructed!’

‘How does it feel?’

‘It feels…heavy. I had squeeze hard to stop it slipping out as I climbed the stairs and it feels good. It feels really good.’

Sam could hear his laugh rolling into her ear as she walked into the apartment block. Damn, that laugh turned her on more than the pull of the plug in her arse. She could hardly ignore its weight, stretching and filling her as she walked, but it was his laugh that really got her juices flowing. She could feel the slick on her thighs as she stood waiting for the lift, feel the heat building in her belly as she clenched around the plug. Its metallic chill had gone, lost in the warmth of her body during the 20-minute journey to his block, but it was still fucking solid.

‘Are you nearly here? I don’t want to wait for you much longer. To see your perfect arse adorned with that big silver bauble. To fuck you so both your holes are so full that…’

‘The lift is here,’ she gasped, ‘Hold that exact thought.’

With shaking legs, she stumbled into the lift, pressing the button for the 7th floor with more aggression than was necessary, as if it would speed up the journey.

‘Woah, careful. You might break it!’

This new voice made Sam jump. She hadn’t noticed anyone else in the lift.

‘I’m sorry?’

‘The button. This lift is old, treat it with respect!’

‘OK…’ Sam looked sceptically at the stranger as the doors closed. Was he for real? ‘Danny, I have to go.’

‘Can’t we stay talking in the lift? I’m enjoying teasing you.’

‘’Fraid not. You know there’s no signal and, anyway, someone else is here.’

‘Are they hot?’

‘Goodbye!’

By now, the lift had started its lumbering progress upwards. Whoever this guy was, he was right about the lift being old. Sam had always been wary of the juddering, shaking progress the lift made as it rose to the higher floors, but she was not going to climb 7 flights of stairs with a fuck off massive butt plug inside her!

When she looked more closely, the stranger was kind of hot. More clean cut than Danny. More preppy with a certain innocence about him that Sam suddenly wanted to corrupt. Oh God, she was too turned on to be checking out strangers! She gave the plug another squeeze to ensure it wasn’t slipping and shivered at the wave of pleasure that washed through her. Only 6 floors to go…

Except that somewhere between the 4th and 5th floor, the lift stopped.

‘OK, how hard did you press that button?’

The stranger was grinning at her, but Sam was not amused.

‘Ah…not hard enough to break?’

He stabbed experimentally at the keypad, but the lift was not budging. After waiting a few more moments, he pressed the call button to speak to the superintendent.

‘Hey! We’re in the middle lift and, um, it’s stuck.’

‘Not again!’ The gruff voice of the super crackling over the intercom was not the reassurance that Sam wanted. ‘This happened last week too. I’ll call the engineers. Are you all OK? It took nearly five hours to get it moving again last time.’

‘Five hours??’ Sam could hear how shrill she sounded but she didn’t care. This was not happening!

‘Yeah…sorry. I’ll check in when I know more.’

This was an absolute disaster! Adrenaline, panic and disappointment flooded Sam and she could feel herself starting to shake.

‘Are you OK?’ The worry on the stranger’s face somehow made him look more delicious. Oh, Sam was in a bad way!

‘Yes. Yes I am.’ Sam took a shuddering breath. ‘I just, ah, had plans with a guy upstairs and didn’t expect to have to wait five hours.’

The plug in her arse was starting to weigh her down. She’d never worn it for more than two hours but she couldn’t take it out here!

Except that three hours later, she was seriously considering it. Sitting on the floor and shifting her weight to find comfort only served to move the plug, constantly reminding her of its presence. Her flesh felt tender and sensitised, and even the boredom hadn’t settled the arousal that was skittering under her skin. All it had done was give time to the fantasies that crowded her brain, fuelling the simmering orgasm that she was unable to relieve. It was like involuntary edging, falling closer and closer until she feared her discomfort would give her away to Ed, the once stranger who now featured in many of her fevered fantasies.

‘So we’ve talked about family, work, holidays – all the standard small talk topics – and we’re still here. What’s next?’

‘I want to know what your plans were with that guy upstairs.’ Ed spoke in such a nonchalant fashion that Sam almost missed his change in tone. ‘Tell me to mind my own business if you want, but I’ve enjoyed watching you. You’ve clearly been…struggling.’

‘Oh?’

‘The flush that keeps rising up your neck, those gasps you think I don’t hear, that slight sheen of sweat on your top lip that’s been driving me crazy. You look like you’re constantly about to come and I’d love to know why.’ Taking his cue from the smile spreading across her face, he continued, ‘Because, honestly, you look sexy as hell and I could…help? If you wanted?’

‘Well…’

And at that moment, the lift jerked into action and started finally moving upwards.

When the door opened on the 7th floor to reveal Danny, pacing the corridor and waiting for her, Sam grabbed Ed’s hand and pulled him out of the lift with her.

‘Hey Danny, I’ve made a new friend. Do you mind if he joins us?’

Logo for Smut Marathon, showing a fountain pen nib writing on parchment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.