An Elevating Experience    An Elevating Experience by Rabelais

 Author's disclaimer: The following story is the result of a "challenge"
issued by a fellow DS author. The challenge was to write an NC17-rated
story that did *not* include penetration. There were 3 people involved in
this challenge - 2 wrote about Fraser, and one about Ray. Needless to say,
you could see any of these three stories as 'Mary Sue' stories, but we
like to think of them as a challenge in writing erotica. 
The other two stories are 'Calgon, Take Me Away' and 'A Man's Best Friend,
aka Thank You Kindly Dief'.

 Author's notes: If you don't like erotica, please don't read any further.

  

 An Elevating Experience
 by Rabelais (copyright June 1996) 

 I have seen him every day since I started work in Chicago - well work
days that is. Sometimes he's standing outside the Consulate, in full red
Dress Uniform, other days I've passed him on the street as he's been
exiting the building - he's always so polite and tips his hat to me, with
a lovely little smile on his face. And more recently, I've found that we
both have lunch in the same little sandwich shop just one block from my
office. I didn't realise at first that was his regular haunt, but you can
bet your bottom dollar that once I'd seen him there the first time, I made
damned sure I was there every other lunch time. Just sitting, eating my
lunch, drinking my cup of tea and peeking over the top of the book I'm
reading, taking illicit glances at this most beautiful man, who doesn't
really know I even exist. Well, what are dreams for after all...and this
is a man to dream about in every possible way there is. 

 I've sat for cumulative hours, trying to memorise every contour, every
laughter line, every dark brown (or silver) hair...the way he raises one
eyebrow when questioning something he disagrees with, the care and
attention he gives to everyone he comes into contact with. I'm jealous of
everyone who talks to him, even the man who cooks the burgers...none of
them are immune to his magic. I haven't had the opportunity to talk to him
and I can't bring myself to engineer a meeting...it just wouldn't feel
right, and I wouldn't know what to say. Besides, I have had so much fun
finding out everything I can about him, that I can wait a little longer in
the hope that one day he'll notice me. The girls at the office have been
really helpful - I don't know what I would have done without them. My
assistant is a mine of information, and knows all the right people to talk
to. Who would have thought that her brother was dating one of the
secretaries at the Consulate. Well, if he wasn't before, he certainly is
now! I think all the girls secretly lust after the Mountie, but they've
had a couple of years to come to terms with it. I'm the new kid on the
block, so they're humouring me...and frankly I don't care why they're
helping me out, all I know is that every scrap of information that I learn
is another block in building a real picture of this incredible man. 

 I'm day dreaming again, when I should be paying attention to the elevator
button. So what, that he wasn't at lunch today? He has a life of his own,
doesn't he? And it's allowed me a little time to go out shopping, instead
of being riveted to my seat for an hour. I look up at the elevator display
- unbelieveably two cars arrive at almost the same time. With thoughts of
the Mountie fresh in my mind, I wave the other shoppers into the first
one, and walk over to the furthest car instead. As I move inside, the
doors start to close, and I step in quickly against the farthest wall, the
only occupant. Suddenly a man's hand shoots through the closing crack and
the doors are pushed open smoothly. Uh-oh!! Bound to be some pervert, if
he's that desparate he can't wait for another elevator, I'm thinking. And
then I realise that the man pushing his way in is none other than said
Mountie. The Stetson barely makes it in, before the doors snap shut behind
the man, and he stands there facing me for a moment, a slightly
embarrassed look on his face. I realise that I'm undoubtedly gawping at
him in the most juvenile way - it's no wonder he's looking uncomfortable.
I pull myself together, but I can't say a thing, nothing would come out
right at this point - so I nod my head, give him a quick smile, and move
over towards the corner of the elevator - a safe distance from him. 

 'Thank you kindly, ma'am'. 

 Now I've heard that voice a hundred times over the last few weeks, but
never has it sounded so sweet as now, when the words are directed at me,
and no-one else. A little shiver runs down my back, and I ease from one
foot to the other to cover it. The bags I'm carrying obviously look heavy,
as the Mountie misinterprets this movement, 

 'Can I help you with your shopping?' 

 Oh no!! There's that look - how can I resist that??? I want to say 'Yes,
yes, you can help me, but not with the shopping.' With the ease of someone
who's stepped back from the edge of a cliff having wondered what it would
be like to just step out into nothingness, I somehow bite my tongue on
that comment. Instead I mumble something about not going far, and that I
can manage. He's looking at me still, and I feel the blush work it's way
up from the neck of my blouse to the roots of my hair. I studiously look
straight ahead at the panel of indicator lights...whilst still trying to
be aware of him, how close he is standing to me, what he smells like, how
he's fidgeting with buckle on his Sam Browne belt. The lights are hazy in
front of me as they work their way up the panel, but I'm not paying close
enough attention and suddenly notice that I have missed my floor. 

 'Damn it!' 

 Before I realise it, the words are spoken aloud.  'I believe you wanted
the 16th floor, if I'm not mistaken. Here let me press the button for you.
You can't reach with all those bags...'  

 Hang on a minute, how does he know my office is on the 16th Floor? It's
no good, I have to look at him. Now it is his turn to watch the lights
flicker on the panel. I see a muscle twitch in his jaw - he's suddenly
looking very tense, almost guilty. Before I have a chance to wonder if I
should say anything to him, the floor lurches out from under me and I find
myself sitting in a pile of carrier bags and the papers from my document
wallet. Never having really hit it off with elevators, my instant reaction
is panic, but the logic clicks in sharply as I realise that we are
stationary and that both the Mountie and I are sitting on the floor, very
much alive. We are looking at each other, not saying a word. A smile
appears on his face and the tension eases for both of us. I realise that
I'm holding my breath and let it out slowly, trying to still the heavy
thud of my heartbeat in the aftermath of the adrenalin that has just
rushed through my body. It takes a moment, but I'm calming down nicely,
when the man opposite speaks to me.  'Are you alright, Miss Bartok? We
should be fine here till the engineers arrive to get us out. I felt the
emergency brakes kick in very quickly, so there's no need to be
alarmed...'  

 He halts in mid-sentence, and the guilty look quickly re-establishes
itself on his face. At first I can't think why, but then it dawns on me
that he has just used my name...how does he know my name? I look at him a
little more sharply. Perhaps he's more devious than I gave him credit for.
Why would he know which floor I work on and what my name is, if he hasn't
been doing a little snooping of his own. All of a sudden, my heart lifts
and I suddenly get very nervous for no reason. I smile at him and decide
to take the initiative.  'We may be stuck here for a while I suppose. So
we should introduce ourselves. My name's Jena...'   'Bartok, and you work
on the 16th Floor, for Carbonel Partners and you've been here 3 months, 3
weeks, and 2 days. I know.'  

 Needless to say, I am stunned. He knows about me, he's noticed me enough
to check up on me. Wow! He's studying me seriously - I think he's trying
to work out whether he's played his hand too early. Time to return the
compliment, and put him at ease.  'And you are Constable Benton Fraser,
RCMP, Assistant Deputy Liaison Office, 2 and a half years in Chicago. Ben
to your friends. Oh, and you have a wolf called Diefenbacker..'  
'Diefenbaker...it's actually pronounced with a short vowel 'a'...'  

 There is silence as we both sit there looking at each other, not quite
knowing where to go now. The peace is interrupted by the shrill scream of
the emergency telephone. Ben reaches up and answers it.  'No....no, we're
fine, thank you.....and how long....oh, oh I see...well, could you be a
little more specific....no, I don't suppose you could.....Yes, thank you
kindly.'  

 It is obvious that the speedy rescue that Ben had envisaged is not going
to happen quite as quickly as first thought. He pulls off his Stetson and
places it carefully on the floor beside him. Loosening his tie and the top
buttons on his brown jacket, he looks across at me apologetically.  'The
engineers have been delayed. They can't get here for another hour or so.
Apparently there have been a spate of elevator breakdowns today. I'm not
totally convinced the gentleman was telling the truth, but...	'It
doesn't matter Ben. I'm not in a rush to be anywhere else right now. Don't
worry about it. Just relax.'  

 It's getting warm in the confined space, and I move to take off my
jacket. Before I have shrugged one arm out of it, I feel a hand on the
other shoulder helping me with the garment. Without thinking, I lean in to
the touch and close my eyes for a second, savouring the moment. As I look
up at him, he is kneeling next to me, carefully folding the jacket and
placing it ontop of one of the carrier bags. I put up a hand and touch him
lightly on the upper arm, and he turns with a start.  'You should do the
same....you're going to get boiling hot in here, if you keep that on.  

 I indicate his jacket, and he flips the remaining two buttons, as I pull
gently at the sleeve nearest me. The dark brown cloth slips off his broad
shoulders and down his back, and I pull it carefully away from him. He
leans across to retrieve it from my grasp, and the movement brings him
closer to me. I can smell him, his sweet breath, his clean body, the smell
of soap as he brushes against me. Though he is kneeling up beside me, he
still towers above me, and I look up into that open, kind face wondering
if I have the courage to seize this opportunity. I'm desperate for
something to happen, to resolve the feeling that has been building within
me for months now...even if it is a rejection. As he leans back, I start
to put my hand up to him, but my action is forestalled as he turns round
towards me....his hands move up to my face, catching it lightly on each
side and holding it captive as his lips descend to mine. My eyes are wide,
trying to drink in the sight of this long-dreamed of face so close to
mine, and I open my mouth a little to signal my willingness to what is
happening. As soon as he feels the opening, his tongue pushes between our
lips and dips inside my mouth. I cannot remember the last time I felt like
this, but I know that what I am feeling is good and real and that I want
it to go on, so I push closer to him. His hands slip down my neck and onto
my shoulders, trying to find the front of my blouse, and a tremble runs
through my body as I feel these strong hands through the thin material. As
he busies himself with the buttons one by one, I put my hands up to his
head and run my fingers through his thick hair, savouring the feeling. My
tongue dances with his, back and forwards between our two mouths. I am
hardly breathing, and have to pull away for a second to catch my breathe.
Ben looks at me for a moment as if to check, and then seeing the need in
my eyes, he returns his attention to my face and then to my neck. The
blouse is undone, and he slides his hands inside to push it back off me.
His warm hands cross my body, every inch that they touch screams out to be
caressed again and I shift closer to him. He moves a hand round to my back
reaching for the catch on my bra, as the other slips under the material at
the front, cup my breast firmly, kneeding it, massaging it, and I want to
dissolve like water under his sure touch. I have to keep up with him, and
my greedy hands make easy work of his tie and shirt buttons. By the time
I've dumped these at his side, my bra is released, and his other hand
moves round to my breast. I lean into his neck and place a long kiss on
the hollow at the bottom of it, then open my mouth and trace my tongue
down the middle of his smooth chest and across to a nipple. He
systemmatically rubs me and twists my nipples gently, making them as hard
as they can possibly be, driving me crazy with the feeling that's coursing
through my body, and I rake my teeth gently across his, satisfied to hear
the little moan escape from his throat. Before I have a chance to move
across to the other, he has moved one arm around my back and lent me down
onto the floor. I look up into those sky-blue eyes, wondering if this is
really all a dream, when I feel a hand on my leg. He smiles down at me and
his whole face seems to come alive. The hand is gradually tracing its way
up my thigh until it reaches my skirt. Ben lies down on the papers next to
me and places his mouth over one tit, which he takes between his teeth and
pulls gently. I arch up against him, trying not to push too hard, to be
too eager - I want this to last forever. His hand slides up under my
skirt, up across my thigh, across my abdomen to the top of my pantyhose.
He grasps it and insistently pulls it down, past my panties, down my legs
till they reach my knees. He looks up for a moment, which I barely catch,
as I keep closing my eyes each time the deligthful torment rolls through
my body. My other nipple is taken into his mouth and his teeth rake across
it harder than before. This is almost too much, and I gasp as the world
goes out of focus for a moment. His tongue flicks across my breast
soothing it before he takes it in his mouth once more to continue the
torment. At my crotch, I feel his fingers tracing the outline of my
panties, pushing furtively at first, then harder, rubbing against the
material. I want more, I need more of this, and move my pelvis up against
his hand, pushing eagerly. My panties are pulled down a way and a hand
slides between my thighs, pushing my legs open. I feel a finger make a
tentative tracing of my sex. I am hot and open to his touch and he pushes
his fingers inside me easily. As I feel them enter me, I can't stop myself
from moving up to meet him, pushing, offering myself to him. Fingers still
sunk deep inside me, the heel of his hand pushes me down, rubbing against
the centre of my desire. As his fingers withdraw and enter me again and
again, I match his rhythm with more and more insistence. My nipples are
sore from the attention of his teeth and he caresses them with his tongue,
as I start to moan. I pull him close and move my hand down to join his,
greedy for the climax. But he catches it with his other hand in one swift
movement and locks it to the ground beside me, the full force of his
weight on it. His tongue leaves my chest, and traces a slow path down
across my stomach, past my navel, my body bucking under the sensation. His
fingers are withdrawn briefly as he changes position slightly and then
enter me again without touching my desire. I strain to have him touch me
there as he moves in and out of me, and then I feel the warm, wet delight
of his tongue. I reach new heights of desire - there is nowhere else to go
now, and he knows what to do. As his fingers push into me again, his
tongue gives way to lips and then gently, teeth pulling me. The world
explodes around me, and a moan in my throat becomes a sob, as my whole
body is wracked by my spasms. I grasp hold of his hair desperate to make
it go on as long as possible, and he continues to push into me with his
fingers, until he feels the last shudder dissipate. Eventually I lie there
exhausted and amazed, looking up at the roof of the elevator. 

 Ben's face floats into view. He looks desperately happy too, but also
slightly sheepish. Without a word, I know what is being asked of me. I
pull myself together and then try to sit up. Ben stands above me, offering
his hand, which I take. I balance against him for a moment, whilst
returning the panties and hose to their original position. As I rub
against him, bare chest to bare chest, my nipples are still tender from
his not-so-gentle ministrations and I pull back from him a little. But
there is no doubt in my mind that he is aroused, the evidence cannot be
hidden. He starts to lie down, but I stop him. Instead pushing him over
against the elevator wall. The handrail halfway up pushes his body out to
meet mine, and he arches back to place his shoulders against the wooden
facia. I kneel down in front of him, and start to undo his pants. He tries
to help, but I push his hands out of the way. Instead he clings to the
handrail, as if it were the only thing that held him up. The zipper
releases easily and I look up at him for a moment before pulling his pants
down his legs. His head is leaned back against the wall, and he is
breathing deep and fast - I take this as permission to proceed. The pants
cascade down his legs and he steps out of them. His shorts are right in
front of me, and there is no mistaking the desire he feels right now. I
kneel up against him, kissing his abdomen and teasing him with light licks
around his navel and then lower down. I run my hands down his sides, and
then round the back of him, to his bottom. It is clenched tight, and I
wrap my hands round each cheek and squeeze for a moment before lifting my
hands to the band of his shorts. Hooking my fingers inside the top, I run
them round to the front, tracing my nails across his skin. As I reach the
front, there is an intake of breath from above. I look up and meet his
sea-blue eyes staring at me intently, willing me to go on. Without
breaking the gaze, I grasp the shorts firmly and pull them down over his
erection, pushing them right down to his ankles in one fluid motion. He
breaks eye contact first, as his head rolls back against the wall again.
And I finally look at what is in front of me. He is fully aroused, and as
I cup his balls in my hand, a shudder runs through his body and he
involuntarily pushes towards me. I push him back and then take his cock in
my hand. It is hot, and hard, and throbbing. I run my hand carefully up
and down it and Ben's breathing becomes harsh as he tries to stiffle any
noise. I continue to pull gently on him for a while longer, then move my
head towards him. Gently at first, I run my tongue across his tip. I feel
a hand descend on my head, pulling me towards him. With difficulty, I pull
back without breaking the rhythm of my contact with him. The hand slips
away as I move closer. He is fully erect and I pull him down towards me
with my hand, continuing to gently squeeze him. As I take his tip into my
mouth, my teeth touch him, and a low sob escapes him. I run my hand
between his thighs, lightly touching him behind his balls, and his pelvis
thrusts out at me. He enters my mouth and I barely manage to cope. I hold
onto his thighs, and guide him as he rocks towards me. I slip my mouth
backwards and forwards onto his cock, grasping him with my lips, teasing
him with my teeth, sucking him. His movements become more insistent,
thrusting deeper and deeper into me, trying to bury himself in me. And
then as his urgency takes over, I feel his body begin to spasm, as he
gasps out my name 'Jena!!'. I pull my mouth off him and wrap my arms
around his waist, holding him tight as he he reaches his climax. I feel
his wetness flow down my chest and shoulder, and I'm totally lost in my
feelings for this man I hardly know. For a moment I think he's going to
fall down, his body is moving so violently, but he has a hold of the hand
rail. By some miracle, he's still standing as his hands release their
support and, finding my shoulders, he pulls me up to his level and crushes
me tight against his chest. I can feel him throbbing against me. For a
moment, we stand there cut-off from the world and cares, cut-off from all
interruptions... 

 The shrill of the phone cuts through our peace and tranquility. Ben is in
not state to answer it, so I do the honours. The man on the other end
tells me that the engineers are in the building and on their way up to fix
the problem. I thank him kindly and turn to face Ben, wondering how fast a
Mountie can get dressed. I needn't have worried. He is already
semi-dressed and looking across at me with a huge grin on his face.  'If
he said what I think he said, we'd both better be dressed and presentable
in the next couple of minutes, or we'll never live it down.'  

 His happiness is infectious and I find myself laughing as I reach for my
bra and blouse. 

 When the engineers finally get the door open, we are respectably dressed
and waiting demurely to make our exit. The only evidence that anything
untoward has occurred in the elevator, is the state of Ben's
Stetson...it's gotten a bit squished, and he won't be able to wear it to
work again. I hope his boss doesn't make too much of a fuss about it - I
hear she's a bit of a dragon. I'll find out tonight, when I meet Ben after
he finishes work.