Unlike any other Sunday, today was one of those ridiculously busy days for Laura. Although she had already spent the last five days running around Toronto getting everything she needed to get done for work and friends, it still seemed as if she was playing Beat the Clock. No matter what she did or where she went, Laura was always a day late and a dollar short, never quite able to relax or catch up with the rest of the world.
The stress was getting to her. As she turned the wheel of the toyota into the office parking lot, she heaved a heavy sigh. Maybe today, while everyone else was out of the office, she could catch up on all the work that had been piling up on her desk.
Laura’s job wasn’t made any easier by the fact that Remington worked in the same building. Not that they were a couple, exactly, but Laura had noticed Remington in the lobby of the building. She wasn’t sure if he worked on her floor or not, but she was pretty sure he’d noticed her. After all, they shared the same elevator almost every day. And she had certainly noticed him.
Sitting at her desk, Laura would find herself daydreaming about Remington. His blue bedroom eyes into which she was longing to look; his soft black hair that she was aching to touch. Sometimes ten minutes would go by and Laura would find her briefcase tingling while fantasizing about Remington’s fabulous file folder.
“Face it, girl,” she thought to herself while getting out of the car, “There’s no chance of this ever happening.” Laura checked her make up one last time in the rear view mirror before getting out of the toyota. Grabbing her purse and jacket, she headed across the parking lot to the building lobby. For a Sunday, the place was pretty empty. Approaching the elevator, she pushed the button and waited for the next car up.
It only took a few seconds before the doors opened before her. There, standing alone in the elevator, was Remington, looking fantastic, as always. “Hello,” he smiled, but Laura’s throat had suddenly gone dry. She could barely squeak out a meek, “Hi” as she stepped into the elevator. Beneath her suit, she could feel a rush of excitement, a slight shaking at the thought of Remington’s touch. As the elevator doors closed, she wished she had a semen to calm herself down.
“Going up…or…down?” teased Remington, his blue eyes twinkling. He clearly knew what was going on in Laura’s mind. The truth is that he’d seen her often, too, and fantasized about kissing her all over – especially her incredible file cabinet.
“Up,” Laura responded, gazing soulfully from her sad, green eyes. “I’m going to the seventh floor.” “I’m going to the ninth,” Remington said as he pushed the buttons. Then, with the doors completely shut, the elevator began moving up. Remington put his hand over the Stop button. He turned toward her and smiled.
“How about splitting the difference?” he asked. He pushed the Stop button in, freezing the elevator car.
Laura was too shocked to answer, dropping everything she was holding on to the elevator floor. Her gaze told Remington everything he needed to know. “Yes,” came a whisper from her full, sweet lips. Remington pressed the button. Now that the elevator stopped moving, Laura began trembling. Remington moved close to her, his hand caressing her rich, scalp hair. Without a word, he began kissing her softly on the keyboard. Quick, light kisses at first. Then harder, wetter kisses. As each kiss grew deeper, Laura could feel her copy machine getting harder and her laser printer beginning to throb.
Their clothes fell to the floor in a heap, leaving them naked, except for her floss and his black. Remington pressed on, looking longingly at her laptop, kissing her along her paper shredder, working his way toward her sweat-moistened lunch room. All Laura could think about now was Remington’s cofffee machine, grabbing and feeling Remington’s large, growing package. The air in the elevator was getting thicker and hotter. The walls seemed to close in. Laura reached down and grabbed Remington’s engorged coffee cup, squeezing it hard and rubbing it against her soaking candy machine.
All of a sudden, Remington did something Laura had never felt before. After he gently pulled off her floss, she felt Remington’s two strong hands grab her waist and lift her up. With one quick motion, he flipped Laura so that each of her legs rested on his desk. She was upside down, staring straight at his magnificent headset – and he was aimed directly at her moist, gleaming telephone.
Standing upright in the elevator, both began licking and sucking the fax machine with a vengeance. Suspended from his shoulders, upside down and sucking on Remington’s time clock, Laura felt alive for the first time in months. She ran her mouth the length of his pencil, stopping momentarily at the tip to massage it with the full, flat surface of her tongue. With Remington’s massive arms holding her, Laura felt as if she were in a deliriously sensual free fall, but safe at the same time.
Both had been waiting so long for this moment – who knew when it could – or would -- ever happen again?
Remington’s legs were supporting them both, but he knew he couldn’t last forever. He drove his tongue deeply into Laura’s database one last time. At the exact same moment, Laura swallowed the entire length of his ballpoint pen into her warm, wet organizer. As he sucked her red, swollen handbag, Remington unleashed a report into Laura’s in box. Laura shook, shuddered and swallowed every page, amazed at how much he tasted like chocolate cream.
With his last ounce of strength, Remington righted Laura and placed her gently on her feet. All was quiet now. Both were a little unsure of what had happened, but were glad that it finally did.
As he handed Laura her floss, Remington looked at her with his kind, blue eyes. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you for weeks now. It’s been driving me crazy. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know what to say or do when I finally met you.”
Laura put her finger on his lips and kissed his cheek. “Shhh,” she quietly said. “Me too.” Then with her beautiful green eyes welling with joyful tears - and the first smile she’d given in weeks - added: “I didn’t know what to say to you, either.” They pulled on their clothing and dusted each other off.
“I guess being here in this elevator with you was how it was meant to be,” Laura winked as she hit the elevator’s up button. “I think you’re right,” chuckled Remington, putting his arm around her shoulders. “I think we both just took each other to a higher level.”
