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Going Down 
by RC (address withheld)
 
***

A woman is forced into a lesbian relationship with a 
co-worker. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr, nc)

***

As usual, I went to lunch just before noon. As usual, I 
got on the elevator. As usual, I pushed the button for 
the ground floor. 

And, as usual, I had to stop for someone else. 

The doors opened and a woman got on. I'd seen her 
around before, and I knew that men at work found her 
attractive. I myself was a bit jealous of her. She was 
my age, late thirties, well-built. In the past, I had 
always tried to ignore her. Not today. 

She glanced casually around as the doors closed. She 
pushed the button to get off several floors below. 

Then she whirled around and grabbed me, pinning me 
against the wall of the elevator with an arm across my 
chest. I stared at her in shock and fear as she moved 
her face close to mine and kissed me. At the same time, 
I felt her other hand dig into my crotch. I was 
helpless.

It was over as soon as it had begun and she was gone, 
the elevator doors closing behind her as I opened my 
eyes. 

I wasn't hungry any more. I went to the bathroom and 
got sick. Then I just wandered aimlessly, trying to 
figure out what had come over the woman. 

As I got on the elevator to go back to my office, I 
cringed as the doors closed. I had to get out. I pushed 
the button for the next floor up, and walked up the 
stairs the rest of the way. I was quite out of breath 
when I returned to my desk. 

I saw there was an E-mail waiting for me. I didn't 
recognize the return ID. I paled when I read it. 

"Don't say a word or you'll regret it." That's all. The 
woman was brazen, or insane, enough to sign her name. 
Tina. 

For the rest of the week, I took the stairs. I couldn't 
imagine facing that madwoman again. 

The next Tuesday found me again trudging the stairs on 
my way down to lunch. I had not forgotten, could not 
forget, the elevator incident. The wild look on the 
woman's face as she pressed her lips against mine... 

I shuddered, and knew I was probably going to be sick 
again. 

I sensed something and turned. Not soon enough. 

She was there. Grabbing me, holding me against the wall 
of the stairwell. Kissing me. Fondling me. And she 
wasn't stopping. I gagged, feeling myself about to 
wretch. Tina's perfume was so heavy, it was almost as 
if it was making me helpless, drugging me. And her 
fingers between my legs made me want to... 

I let out a yelp, quickly stifled by Tina's hand over 
my mouth. I stood there gasping, not able to accept the 
fact that I had just had an orgasm. And Tina was gone, 
the stairwell door closing behind her. 

I sat on the stairs and cried through my entire lunch 
hour. I was numb, shocked, and ashamed that I had 
actually climaxed during that revolting episode. Before 
going back to my desk, I went to the bathroom and was 
ill. 

There was another E-mail from Tina waiting for me. 
"Enjoyed that, didn't you sweetie? Just keep your mouth 
shut." No one heard my soft wail of despair, the door 
to my office being closed. 

I gave up going to lunch, instead munching on 
sandwiches I brought from home. I had no appetite, I 
just chewed mechanically. When it was time to leave, I 
made sure I went down with several other people. I was 
in terror of meeting up with Tina again. 

And then, several days later, I was going into the 
building. There, in the lobby, waiting for an elevator 
was Tina. I tried to duck into an open doorway before 
she saw me, but as she stepped onto the elevator, I saw 
her sneering at me. 

I went home and called in sick. 

I lay there in my bed crying for hours. This woman was 
ruining my life. I had to do something. But what? After 
a long day and most of the night spent crying and 
thinking, I decided to face this woman, this whore, and 
let her know I wasn't going to stand for it any longer. 

The next morning, I found myself walking up the stairs 
out of habit. I had to chuckle to myself. A sound 
behind me silenced my laughter. 

She was there. I was held against the wall as she again 
dug her finger into my crotch. I stared at her, her 
eyes half-closed, face moving closer and closer to my 
own, ready to... 

I gathered all my strength and pushed her away. She 
looked surprised as she fell backwards. I rushed her, 
and now it was me pinning her to the wall. We looked at 
each other, her with a strange smile on her face, 
panting heavily, me filled with rage and... a damp spot 
between my legs... Tina saw my expression change, just 
slightly. 

"Yessss," she whispered. "Do it, sweetie. Do it. You 
want to, you know you do. Do it. Do it, Karen." 

I froze. Her perfume hung in the air like a fog, and 
her eyes stared deep into mine with an intensity I'd 
never seen before. Confused, I held her tighter against 
the wall. 

"Oh yeah, Karen, do it. Hold me tighter, Karen." 

I didn't know what to think. Tina was ENJOYING this? 
What is she, perverted or something? She looked like an 
animal in heat as she gazed back at me, unblinking. And 
I noticed another scent that wasn't her perfume. It was 
her. 

Or was it - me? 

Tina saw my face go blank. She put her arms around me 
and kissed me again, hard. Harder than any man had ever 
kissed me. She seemed almost crazy, and maybe she was. 
Crazy - over ME? Was she just crazy, or did she find ME 
that alluring? I couldn't deal with that thought, but 
as Tina's lips pressed against mine, as I felt a rush 
of heat flaring up inside me, I couldn't help myself. 

I pushed her back against the wall. She stood there 
with her arms spread to the sides, watching me 
expectantly. 

And to my own amazement, I leaned over and kissed her. 
I felt my stomach turning over slightly, but as her 
hand found it's way back between my legs, the 
uncomfortable feeling vanished. 

She was wearing a short skirt. I trembled as I lifted 
it up, and saw her white panties, soaking with 
excitement. Her eyes were wide and dreamy, and she kept 
repeating, "Do it, do it, do it..." 

I did it. 

I slid my fingers into her panties, my heart stopping 
when I felt her button. She gasped and slouched down a 
bit, spreading her legs. Her arms were up, hands 
clasped behind her head. She was breathing in ragged 
gasps, and I had hardly touched her when her body shook 
with orgasm. "Do it, Karen", she whispered. "Do it. Do 
me." 

Do me. I couldn't believe I was hearing that - from a 
WOMAN! But for some reason, I no longer felt any 
nausea, no discomfort. I was still very, very nervous, 
and still not sure if this was really happening, but I 
didn't feel sick any more. The look on her face as she 
climaxed was incredible. I never in my life would have 
thought that I would be watching another woman cum, 
much less making another woman cum. 

I slid my finger in deeper, watching her reaction. She 
clutched her hair, screwed her eyes shut, and moaned, 
her body tensing as if to physically squeeze an orgasm 
from her body. Her cunt muscles tightened spastically 
on my finger as I worked it in and out, in and out, 
over her clit and back up inside her. 

I wasn't ready for what happened next. Her eyes shot 
open, her arms unfolded and she shoved me down. I was 
suddenly staring at her dripping panties, kneeling on 
the hard concrete floor of the stairwell. 

Her aroma was more powerful, more seductive than any 
perfume or cologne could ever be. To my surprise, and 
total disbelief, I found I wanted very much to 'do 
her'. 

I pulled her soaked panties down in one motion. "Yes, 
yes, yes..." was all she said, her hips sliding back 
and forth against the wall. Before I knew what was 
happening, she had grabbed my hair and thrust my face 
into her snatch. A salty taste, short hairs in my 
nostrils, her thighs around my ears. 

She gasped as my tongue flicked over her clit. This 
isn't happening, I thought. I'm still home in bed, and 
this is a weird dream. I'm not really licking another 
woman's pussy. No. I'm not. I won't. 

But I was. 

I lost track of things. The thought of someone else 
coming down the stairs and finding us never occurred to 
me. There was only she and I. Her almost desperate 
plea, the constant 'do it' in my ears, her moaning, my 
moaning as her tongue found it's way into me. The 
scent. The feel of hard concrete and soft flesh. The 
unending climax. 

It was quiet. We sat beside each other on the concrete 
floor, both nude, both panting heavily. Tina leaned her 
head against the wall, took a deep breath, and 
whoooooshed it out her mouth. She quickly stood up and 
got dressed, picking her clothes from among the pile on 
the floor. I sat there, drained, once more unsure, 
uneasy. 

Dressed, Tina ran her hands through her hair. She 
smiled down at me, and bent over. "Don't tell anyone, 
sweetie." She kissed me lightly. 

And she was gone. 

I started crying softly as I dressed. What had it all 
been about? Was I ever going to share that experience 
with her again? Did I even WANT to? As I realized the 
answer was yes, I cried a bit harder. 

I stood in the stairwell at the door to my floor. I had 
managed to clean myself up a bit. Walking quickly to my 
office, I closed the door. 

There was another E-mail. "Same time tomorrow, sweetie. 
Not a word." 

The next morning, I dressed carefully, choosing black 
silk panties and a tight, black leather skirt I hadn't 
worn in years. 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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