My Boss was calling me from his office at the tenth floor.My surprise was great at the fifth floor; when the doors opened and entered the elevator tha...t same hot woman that had touched me in the bus. The bitch smiled when she saw me there…I stayed away from her as she was staring at me with a lustful look in her dark eyes. We were alone there after the seventh floor.Finally we reached the tenth floor and as I walking out, she grabbed me from behind and held me inside the elevator.She pushed the. I thrilled to running my hands over his muscled thighs. He began to flex his legs when he realized the pleasure it was giving me. We moved into muscle worship much later, but it was then that I think he realized the erotic power he had over me. He started to stroke the top and back of my head with his big hand.He told me how good I was at sucking cock. When I moaned in response to his praise, he started quietly whispering where he wanted my mouth and hands. I loved his direction and it only. He walked over to me a stoked my cock. It was like an electric shock through my body. “Look I’m not gay,” I spluttered. “Your cock and the look you gave me would give a lie to that.” His hands were now around my waste and he was pulling me towards me. Our cocks crushed together. His hands stroked down my back and around my arse. My head was telling me to push this guy away but my body was telling me to let him use me. He leaned towards me and kissed me. I couldn’t believe a man was putting his. I’m about to be robbed, I decide. You hear stories of rape, but that’s unlikely here in broad daylight in a shopping centre, isn’t it?. Just then a stocky, dark skinned youth with longish jet black hair brushes past me and literally shoulders Miss Piggy, enough to knock him off balance and spin him round to my right. The pig instinctively regains his balance and turns back to square up to my saviour. But equally quickly I see the grin has gone, and a look of apprehension, even of recognition.