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At the time this story happened, I was working as a freelance proofreader. I had come to this building on Fifth Avenue to pick up a job. I always enjoyed coming to this particular building because it also housed one of New York’s biggest modeling agencies, and I almost always met one or to of them in the elevator whenever I came here. Not that I ever had the courage to speak with any of them. At twenty-eight, I was still very shy with girls, still a virgin. I know you must think that incredible, but I’ve always been very self-conscious about my baby-fat which I never lost and my small penis, which was not really a man’s penis at all. But I still enjoyed looking at the beautiful models I encountered in this building.
I had just picked up my job and was on the elevator alone when it stopped on the seventh floor and she stepped in. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen–long, red hair, high cheekbones, a wide mouth and a turned up nose. She was also rather tall. She gave me a slight smile as she got on. This alone would have made my day but what happened next was unbelievable. The elevator stopped suddenly between floors.
“Oh, shit,” she said. “What’s this?”
“I guess it’s stuck,” I said, trying to fumble for words.
“No kidding,” she said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed for the house phone under the number bank and called maintainance. She told them what had happened and hung up the phone. “Can you believe this? They said it’ll take at least a half hour before they can get it moving again.”
She took her cell phone out of her bag and dialed a number. “Hi, sweetie,” she said into the phone. “You won’t believe this I’m stuck inside an elevator at the agency. No, I’m not alone, there’s a real nice looking guy here, but they said it’ll take thirty minutes. Ok, doll, I’ll be home as soon as I can. Byeee–.”
She sat down on the floor and said, “You might as well sit down too, it’s going to be awhile. I can’t believe this, I’m supposed to be with my boyfriend at home now and I’m stuck here. Damn!” Then she offered my the cell phone. “Here, if you want to call someone and tell them you’ll be late, go ahead.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t need to call anyone.”
“No? Why not? Don’t you have a wife or a girlfriend waiting for you somewhere?”
“Aww, too bad. You look like such a sweet guy, I’d think you’d have someone. You’re kind of shy, aren’t you.”
I felt a little embarrassed. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Well, there’s no reason to be shy with me. We’re going to be here for awhile, so we might as well get to know each other. I’m Saundra.”
“I’m Gerald.”
“Nice to meet you Gerald. Now tell me, why are you so shy?”
“I just always have been.” I guessed she could figure out the fact that I was self-concious about being chubby, but I didn’t want to tell her about my other little secret.
“Well, you just have to learn to get over that. Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
“Not really. I mean, I’ve dated a few times, but I’ve never had a steady girl.”
“Oh, my goodness. Gerald, can I ask you a really personal question?”
I was pretty sure I knew what was coming, but I didn’t think I could deny her anything. “Okay.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yeah. I’m afraid so.”
“Wow! And how old are you?”
“Twenty- Eight.”
“A twenty-eight-year old virgin. I didn’t know such a thing existed. I’m twenty-two and I haven’t been a virgin since I was sixteen. You’ve got some catching up to do.”
“I know. I feel kind of awkward about it.”
“Oh, don’t. I think it’s really sweet. Someday you’ll meet someone and giving your virginity to them will be like giving them a gift. It’ll be really special.”
I smiled rather awkwardly. We sat there in silence for a few seconds and then she said, “Gerald. Would you let me give you a kiss?”
“Why?”, I said.
“I just want to. I haven’t kissed a virgin in a long time. And I want you to know what it’s like.”
“Okay,” I said. You can’t imagine how nervous I was.
“Just relax. Don’t be nervous.” She gave me a long sweet kiss on my lips. It was nicer than anything I had ever fantasized about. “Put your arms around me.” She placed herself on my lap and I did what she told me to. She kissed me on the lips, my neck, my ear. I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. I was afraid I was going to orgasm right then and there. She whispered to me, “How is it? Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yeah. It’s wonderful. Your wonderful.”
She let out a sexy little giggle. “Gerald?”
“You’re so sweet. I wish I could take you home with me. I’d show you what it’s like to be a man. But you see, I have this really neat thing going on with my boyfriend. And I just can’t do anything to mess it up. You understand don’t you?”
“Sure,” I said. “I understand.”
“But I’ll be thinking about you later when I’m with my boyfriend. And maybe you’ll think of me later while you play with yourself?”
“Of course I will.”
“You’re a sweet boy.” She got up and just then the elevator started moving again. The doors opened and we walked out. She flirted a minute with the maintainence guys and then walked out onto the street and hailed a cab. Within seconds she was gone.
Of course I was so aroused that the first thing I did when I got home is I took off all my clothes, got on top of my bed and began masturbating furiously. Her scent, the touch of her hair, her warm breath in my ear still lingered and I knew they would forever. And then the most incredible thing happened. I began channeling her. I had never believed in any kind of ESP, but here it was happening. I could see a vision of her, clear as if I was actually in the room with her. I could even read some of her thoughts. She gets home to her apartment and her boyfriend is waiting for her. They strip off their clothes immediatly. His body is a perfect counterpart to hers, hard and muscular all over. He comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her. She has a big wide grin on her face. She had enjoyed her encounter with the sweet virgin, teaching him how to kiss. But now she was with her man and everything was different. She turns around and tenderly places her tongue in his mouth. They massage each other’s tongues for a minute and then lay down across the bed. Seeing the vision of this just makes me masturbate even harder. He is inside of her, she has her long legs wrapped around him. Her moans are loud and almost rhythmic. As she moves toward orgasm, I also feel myself begin to come. She comes, and her body jerks several times, almost violently. At the same time, my tiny penis explodes, shooting warm cum all over my soft belly. Her boyfriend has made her come at he same time I have made myself come. We have come together–like lovers. She kisses her boyfriend tenderly and they carress on top of the bed. Then, in my vision, she turns her head and smiles at me. She has been channeling me as well. She spends the night in her boyfriends strong arms. She feels like she never wants to leave him. But she still finds a small place in her heart for the sweet, shy virgin she met in the elevator.

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