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Tom stared up into the elevator's torn ceiling and the apparent infinity of beams and darkness above. Strange, how fate had apparently granted him his wish.
Before the accident, what wouldn't he have given to be lying beside this woman? How often he had dreamt of having her legs brush against his, of hearing her clothes rustle as she adjusted her body by his side. And here she was!
But it was only half the wish. He couldn't kiss her. He couldn't stroke her hair. He couldn't undress her, touch her, make love to her. He couldn't even touch her cheek without her shying away. All he'd been able to do was fumble with her clothes when she was unconscious.
But who could blame her? She was already spoken for. From tidbits of information he'd acquired when she'd been talking to a friend in the elevator he knew she had a boyfriend. He figured she was happy with her life, and couldn't possibly dream of him the way he dreamt of her.
Well, one thing was for sure. He wouldn't let her die. He had to save her, even if he couldn't have her.
"Do you think we're going to make it? she asked.
Make what..Love? was the questioning response that entered his mind, and he answered himself: 'No.' Aloud he said: "Yes. We've got a lot going for us. We're in good shape. We still have our senses and our brains. We'll be OK..."
"I have to admit I'm scared."
Tom looked at Melissa, who was facing him. God, she was beautiful! He longed to pull her towards him, to wrap his arms around her...
Suddenly, and to his own surprise, he took her hand. He expected her to pull it back, as though his touch would be more terrible than the situation they were in. But she let him hold on to it, and smiled at him, evidently grateful for the comfort he was offering. He wondered just how much comfort she would be grateful for.
"It's funny," she said. "I see you so often, but hardly know you. Somehow, I think we'll know each other a lot better by the time we get out of this."
'Intimately' was Tom's unexpressed interjection.
They continued to talk a while, describing their lives, their work, their plans. It was all at a superficial level, yet somehow it helped them both to feel sane. Melissa let Tom hold her hand the whole time. She even drew a little closer to him, close enough for Tom to smell the remnants of her perfume.
After a while, though, her voice started to grow weaker. She let her hand slip out of his, and her eyelids began to flutter.
"You need some rest," Tom said.
"I think you're right," she answered, "but this isn't the most comfortable of beds."
Tom saw his opportunity to make an offer which would appear kind, while actually expressing his own desire. "You can rest on me, if you like..."
She looked as if she would like to accept, but didn't want to seem too forward. "That's OK. I'm sure I can manage."
"Come on, it'll be good for you. You may have hurt your head. Lying on an elevator floor won't do it any good. I'm a lot softer, and I won't mind at all." Tom followed up his speech by rolling on to his back.
Melissa eyed his chest. It did look kind of nice and snug. "Well, OK," she said. "But promise not to tell my boyfriend."
He promised. He wouldn't tell about this, or about what he'd done earlier. And certainly not about what he planned to do if he got the chance. With any luck, she'd offer her chest to him when he needed a nap. Please, he thought. Please let Melissa offer me her breasts for a pillow.
"Your heart's really thumping," she said.
"Well, I'm scared, too." He didn't know if she would buy that, but what else could he say? He was grateful that she couldn't see how excited he was.
Her head was lying under his chin, her left breast was mushed against his stomach, and her right leg rested on his own right leg. She shifted a couple of times, which increased her contact with him.
Meanwhile Tom lay quite still, seething with lust. There was no chance of him sleeping now. He was a little worried that Melissa would move further forward on him, and feel the erection that he was sporting in his pants. However, she seemed deliberately to avoid that area, almost as if she was teasing him.
God, the smell of her hair! He was all too well aware of his breathing, and the rapidity with which his chest rose and fell. She felt so soft, delicate, and deliciously vulnerable against his body.
He was holding her close with his right arm, and soon found himself stroking her with it. She didn't respond. She was asleep! Like a purring kitten, she lay pressed against him. The softness of her breasts buried into him like a half-embrace. The hem of her skirt lifted above her thighs as she stretched her leg over him.
Tom moved his hand downwards, tracing the smooth contours of her body from hip to mid-thigh. He slid it underneath her jacket, and felt the smooth press of her blouse against his palm.
Did he dare? He tugged gingerly at the satiny material, eventually managing to lift it out of her skirt. She would surely assume it to be the result of moving in her sleep, he reasoned.
He pulled the shirt out and slid his hand up her bare back, breathing heavily as he did so. He lightly probed her shoulder blades, her shirt against the back of his hand, then he trailed his fingertips across the smooth texture of her bra.
Too bad she was pressed against him! Tom had loved the feel, the soft, cushiony feel, of her breasts pressed against him, but now regretted that they weren't directly accessible.
His hand was already in her shirt, and all he needed was to move it to the front of her body, but her position prevented this. Still, he carefully pushed his hand in as far as he could, and felt about a square inch of room under Melissa's arm, enough for one finger.
He carefully extended his probing to the tiny area of breast he could reach with his finger, and delicately stroked the smooth bra cup. Even such a small touch sent a stream of electricity through his skin.
His body felt so alive, so much in need of her. His penis was aching, longing to be inside her. He took her left hand with his, and carefully lifted, then lowered it towards his waist. He paused for an eternity, listening and feeling for any sign of wakefulness on her part.
When he was reasonably satisfied none would be forthcoming, he lowered her hand on to his stiff cock, and slowly, ever so slowly, moved it up and down his clothed member.
This gave him an idea. He might be unable to bare her body for him to touch, but perhaps he could bare HIS body and make HER do the touching!
Knowing he wasn't really safe, that he could be in big trouble for this, Tom unzipped his pants with his free hand. Then, oh so carefully, he pulled Melissa's hand into his pants, and through the opening in his underwear.
He groaned quietly as her bare palm and fingers covered his aching naked cock. The sensation was exquisite.
He slowly humped with his hips, causing her hand to move very slightly on his shaft. He longed for her to close her grasp; to awake, move her head down towards her hand, and press those sweet lips to his erect penis in an intimate kiss.
Of course that wasn't going to happen, so he continued to take whatever enjoyment was in reach. He was touching part of her breast, only a thin bra between his finger and her naked flesh. And she was touching his cock, his bare, hard cock, with her bare hand.
Tom almost hoped they wouldn't be found; that, somehow, a magic supply of food and water would appear and he could be like this with Melissa forever. But that was just a dream, and he knew he'd better not take too much advantage of the situation. If Melissa woke up, who knew how she might react? She couldn't get away, but she might land a few punches or catch him a painful blow with her knee.
Anyway, he pulled his hand out of her blouse, and her hand from his pants. Then he tried to sleep. At best, he achieved a cold sense of grogginess.
Indeed, the floor was quite difficult to sleep on. He spent his waking time listening for signs of rescue, but none came. He felt they surely would; it was surely just a matter of time. Thank God, he could enjoy himself until then...
Melissa herself eventually stirred, and strained to look at Tom's face. Their eyes met, and her question, whether he was still sleeping, answered itself."Hi," she said stiffly.
"Haven't you been able to sleep?"
God, no! Tom thought. "A little," he offered.
She sat up straight, almost hitting her head on a beam. Tom was keenly aware that her breasts were still touching him.
"You can't be very comfortable like this," she said. "Here...," and she slid off him, down by his side. Maybe he'd be more comfortable like that, but he'd been enjoying the discomfort of her proximity. She closed her eyes again, but couldn't seem to get comfortable.
Tom was aching to feel her again, to explore her body. "Why not use your jacket as a pillow?" he suggested.
"Good idea!" Melissa tried to wriggle out of her coat, but the restricted space made it difficult. Tom helped her as best he could. The more clothes she took off the better!
At last they succeeded, and Melissa bunched up the coat under her head and settled back. She looked at Tom. "This isn't fair," she said. "You don't have a pillow."
He shrugged.
Melissa looked down at her chest. She knew, as well as Tom did, that the softest pillows in this elevator hung from her chest as a pair. She patted herself. "Come on," she said, "but remember, not a word to my boyfriend."
He didn't need to be asked twice, immediately sliding across to her and laying his head plumb on her chest. The area of his face experiencing Melissa's softness ran from his ear to his chin. Her heart seemed to be pounding unnaturally fast; he could hear it booming inside her chest cavity. Probably nervousness, he figured. She'd offered him the comfort of her breast out of politeness, not from sexual interest.
Melissa was, indeed, nervous and a little embarrassed by such close contact. She didn't know quite how to behave. Tom was, after all, a virtual stranger, but she couldn't stop herself wondering what it would be like to have him as a lover.
Soon, however, she was overcome by the tensions of the day, and allowed her eyes to close again. Her last thought before slipping into a deep sleep was... 'I wonder what he would be like?...
Tom's heart rate speeded up as Melissa's slowed. It wasn't any reduction in nervousness that was slowing her body down; it was, rather, the onset of sleep. He felt the hardness of her blouse buttons against his cheek and lips. He intended going to work to get them open just as soon as he was certain she was unconscious again.
He knew that he should have been satisfied with what he'd already received. After all, he'd had his hands between her legs and on her chest. He'd felt and groped her in a way, and to an extent, that most men only dreamed of, including himself. But he didn't feel it was enough. He knew that if this moment passed, and a rescuer appeared and freed them from their trap, and he hadn't experienced her in every way he possibly could, he'd never forgive himself.
If that meant risking being caught with his hand in the cookie jar or, in this case, Melissa's bra or panties, then so be it.
"Melissa?" Tom spoke quietly.
There was only the sound of slow breathing; she was fast asleep.
With a huge sense of excitement he reached for the top button of her blouse. Melissa wasn't blessed with the largest breasts he'd ever seen, but they were full and round, and extraordinarily enticing. On her body, in combination with her face, and with her smile and attitude, they seemed to him to represent her femininity even more than the honeypot between her legs.
Melissa was oblivious to the growing nakedness of her chest, Tom steadily working the buttons undone with one hand. It was a slow, though by no means a tedious, process. Successive inches of her cleavage became bare, and Tom soon had the biggest and hardest erection ever.
He worked his way down to her stomach, and the blouse now no longer covered Melissa's breasts. Apart from her bra, her chest was completely open to his gaze.
He went for the clasp, and bit his lip to hear the 'snap' as it came undone. He was so close now. He could see the texture of her skin, her few freckles, and the slopes and shadows of her body. Her white lace bra was in perfect keeping with the beauty of the woman who wore it, but its job was done.
Tom brushed aside the cup over her right breast, and held his open palm over the exposed globe as if in worship. Even her nipple seemed asleep. It was brownish, matching her skin tone, and seemingly dormant.
No, wait. The movement of air around her breast seemed to arouse it, and it became more rigid and vertical. He touched it, ever so lightly. Too much pressure, and she would wake. But he had to feel it with one sensitive fingertip.
He lifted his head to begin the next step. A few tugs at her shirt and her left breast was uncovered as well. He took a moment to gaze at Melissa, bare- breasted and sleeping. She was exquisitely beautiful, even with her lovely green eyes closed.
He looked at her legs, and noted that her skirt had rucked up to her thighs. He raised it even further to expose the apex of her 'V', and the panties which clothed it. So hot... so fucking hot...
He swooped on her nipple, his mouth open, closing his lips on it in a light, sucking embrace of a kiss. His eyes looked directly at hers, hoping that his attentions to her breast wouldn't wake her.
Still she slept.
Now Tom let himself go. He nursed on her nipple more boldly, and allowed his left hand to explore and fondle Melissa's naked right breast. He adjusted his position, bringing her near thigh between his legs, and slowly humped his aching erection against it while simultaneously exploiting his unfettered access to her chest.
Although he wasn't naked, and Melissa was unconscious, and despite the fact that he wasn't actually having intercourse with her, Tom felt this was the most sexually satisfying moment of his life. No one could top her, and no situation could top this, unless... unless he pulled down those panties and pushed his cock inside her! God, how he wanted to do that!
How he wanted to love and satisfy her! He wanted to inject his sperm in her, realizing that any such behaviour would wake her. She couldn't be penetrated and not be brought awake by it.
He nursed and suckled at her breast for a long time, never reaching sexual release but feeling quite comfortable and warm at her tit.
Gradually he was overcome by the weariness and pain that had gone before. Increasingly his body demanded sleep. He was so comfortable, so relaxed now. He closed his eyes after one more close inspection of Melissa's saliva-covered nipple. Then he slept.

Melissa stirred. Her eyes were still closed, but she gradually gained full consciousness. She remembered where she was, but was surprised at how strange she felt. She'd been having the most wonderful dream, in which she made love to John... had really good hot sex with him.
She could feel Tom's head on her upper body, and looked hard in that direction, trying to pierce the dim light.
"What!"
She had moved slightly and felt skin against her skin!
"What!!"
Shifting again, she looked along her body and saw Tom's cheek against her bare breast.
"What!"
What had he been up to? Her heart started to race, as adrenaline pumped through her veins. How should she react? What should, or even could she do? It was obvious that he'd been sucking her left nipple; it still had traces of his saliva. He must have drifted off in the middle. (It was funny.. He looked like a little boy as he slept, his cheek pressed against the mound of her breast.)
She was surprised that she wasn't as indignant as she thought she ought to be. The truth was that she had been turned on by the thought of Tom's behaviour.
She brushed a lock of hair from his face and looked at his lips, still resting against her left nipple. She reached down and, for some reason she couldn't have explained, put her hand inside Tom's shirt and stroked his chest and his left nipple, twirling a saliva-moistened index finger around the hardening organ.
Her earlier thought suddenly came into her mind: 'What would he be like?' She felt hot all of a sudden. She knew that her face was flushed. She realized that the situation was making her horny, but that it was neither the right time, nor the right person to be horny with.
Melissa started; her finger action had disturbed Tom's sleep, and he was beginning to fight his way back to consciousness. Her daydreams vanished as she realized that she was fondling a man whom she barely knew. She swiftly took her hand out from under his shirt, and lay back as if still sleeping, just as Tom began to move.

Tom realized that he'd been extraordinarily lucky. He had no idea how long he'd slept, but remembered that he had forgotten to readjust Melissa's clothing. Her beautiful naked breasts lay against against his cheek and within reach of his hand. Her bra had been pushed away to the side, and her skirt had ridden up to her waist.
If Melissa had woken up it would have been obvious to her that Tom had been making free with her, groping and fondling her, while she slept. She must have been asleep the whole time.
And here she was, still half naked, awaiting his touch. Earlier on Tom had felt that he would never get away with actual intercourse, but now that he'd got away with so much he wondered... could he? Could he take her panties down and penetrate her? Maybe, maybe, maybe... if he put his penis just inside, and didn't try to thrust right into her... Or if he could just have her cunt around his cock, and slowly move in and out of her, then maybe, just maybe, he could bring himself off without waking her.
His brain told him it was a crazy idea, but his lust for this previously unattainable beauty over- powered his common sense. Without another thought for possible consequences, he put his lips back on Melissa's engorged nipple. He returned his hand to the hallowed region under her skirt and slowly rubbed her pussy through her panties, watching keenly for any reaction.
Gaining confidence after a while, he sat up and undid his pants, then pulled them down. At once his cock sprang out, eager for pussy. He pulled up her skirt, using both hands; her panties came down quickly after that.
Tom took a moment to luxuriate at the sight of Melissa's naked cunt before mounting her. His intention was clear, his goal assured. He looked at Melissa. Her eyes were still closed.

Though Melissa knew Tom had grossly violated her privacy earlier, she was still surprised by this new onslaught. She kept her eyes closed, hoping he'd stop before going too far. Her emotions were in turmoil; she didn't know how, or even if, she wanted to stop his highly intimate groping.
As long as she pretended to be asleep, she wasn't forced to confront his - or her own - feelings. She could just lie there and let it happen. Moreover, she was enjoying his caresses, and his tonguing was a revelation.
A moment arrived when she sensed that Tom had stopped his heavy petting. His hand ceased to caress her streaming and swollen pussy lips, and his tongue no longer lapped at her nipples. She was wondering if she should start the process of 'waking up', when she felt his body come down on top of her.
Hysteria started to build up inside her. What could he mean to do? Then she felt it, Tom's hot slick cock positioning itself against her opening, and realized with a shock that he actually intended to fuck her.
'I can't let this happen,' she thought desperately. 'I never thought he'd go this far. I can't pretend any longer.'