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Gloria and the Elevator Boy

I was in an elevator, a really crowded one. I was barely 11 and was with my back against the wall. A woman with this dress so short that when the man standing next to her put his arm around her waist, her dress rode up showing both ass cheeks. I looked quickly around, no one noticed me. I squatted down and just as I got to see her bare pussy with a little string hanging barely out of it, the door opened and more people squeezed inside.

The woman in front of me stepped back, butt pressed against my face, my feet slipped right out from under me, bam and I was on my sss. She looked over her shoulder right at my eyes barely showing above her cheeks. Smiled and wiggled her ass back and fourth. Giggling, she whispered something to her man. He glanced down at my head trapped between the elevator and her butt cheeks. Then he did the most amazing thing. He raised her dress up around her waist. I heard her giggling as he said something to her. Then she tipped her pelvis back and using both hands, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed her ass crack so my nose was pressed tightly against her ass hole. Her ass hole and vagina had two amazing scents. I could feel the string against my chin.

She stepped sideways with one leg. Suddenly my face was completely buried against her. Head tilted back, I licked. She pushed back and wiggled. I could not breath through my nose. It was so tightly pressed against her ass hole that I could feel moist soft slickness on the tip of it. As the elevator rose up, she humped my face. My nose went deeper. I could only breath through my mouth. Sucking air deeply, the string popped deeply in my mouth. I could feel her tampon tip against my tongue as she pressed down and orgasmed. Fearing sucking it into my mouth, I reached up, grabbed the string, and pulled.

This set off another orgasm and I licked deeper feeling her fingers on my chin as they danced across her clit. The elevator door opened and most of the people got off. She stepped forward and pulled down her dress. She pulled a Kleenex out of her purse and handed it to me, then pointed at the tampon in my hand. I looked at the soaked tampon. No blood. Just what looked like and smelled like strong smelling sperm. I was surprised, but wrapped it up and placed it into her waiting hand. The door opened and everybody but me got off. Just before the door closed, she looked back into the elevator, and smiled. She gave me a finger wave as the door shut and the elevator started going back down again.

I was so dazed that I could barely stand again. I rode the elevator for several trips before I could get out and walk away. I finally found my mother and her friend about ten minutes later having coffee together. She smiled and pulled me into a hug. She looked at me and asked with a questioning look on her face,

Where on earth have you been? Don’t lie to me.

In the elevator mom.

In the elevator? Really?

Yes mom. Really.

In the elevator, a probably crowded elevator, you somehow got your face smelling strongly of sperm and vagina with a hint of butt?

Her friend grinned really big and said,

Of fuck me, but I gotta hear all about this.

And the two women started laughing as my mom wiped my blushing face with a moist towelette from her purse. When she finished, I told them every detail. They kept laughing. I kept blushing. If it wasn’t for the strong smalls, I doubt that they would have believed me. Nobody else did, unless my mom and her friend both told them that they could smell the sex on me.

For years I searched the building hoping for a glimpse of her, but she was never there.
Then when I was 15 my mom and I were sitting on a bench at a nearby beach. We had just had lunch and were just people watching, when this beautiful woman walked up in a thong and a crop top. She stopped in front of us and said, with a questioning look on her face,

Elevator Boy? It is you, isn’t it?

Looking over at mom she introduced herself as Gloria, and told mom we had met in an elevator years ago and that she will never forget the experience.

My mom took her offered hand, looked at me and asked me,

This is her?

Yes mom.

My mom was speechless for a moment. Then mom stood and hugged her, whispering in her ear that my face smelled so yummy that day. Both women looked at each other, hugged again. Then holding hands, they sat down together. Mom then handed me the keys and told me to go wait in the car. Off I went, amazed that I got to see this woman. And was apprehensive as to why they needed to talk without me being there. An hour later, still no sign of mom. I got out to pee and when I returned, mom was standing beside he car. I unlocked it as I approached, and mom got inside. All the way home we were silent. I was beginning to worry.

At home, mom said that we will talk later, and we went in the house. Dad was in the kitchen starting something for dinner later on. We had a pretty normal day, except the sight of that woman in the thong, I couldn’t get her out of my head. I masturbated twice before dinner finally came along and we sat down to eat. Mom told him all about our day, including meeting the woman from the elevator.

Did you get her name? Dad asked.

I didn’t have to, I already knew her. She introduced herself anyway, just in case I didn’t remember her.
I did, I couldn’t forget her. She is your baby sister.

I literally choked on my soda. I didn’t even know dad had a little sister.
My dad dropped his fork.

No fucking way! My sister here?

Yes, she has lived here for almost twenty years with her husband. We talked for over an hour today.

Does she want to see me again?

You mean has she forgiven you for her parents throwing her out of the house when she would not tell them who got their 13 year old baby girl pregnant? Or do you think that she might have forgiven you for telling her, girls can not get pregnant the first time? Mom stared at dad. Dad looked at me. He quietly got up and went to his room.

Mom and I sat in silence for awhile then we started clearing the table. In the kitchen, I asked,

Mom, does this mean that I have a brother?

No. A sister. Do you want to see a picture of her? Mom asked while picking up the phone.

She looked a lot like her mom, with my dad mixed in. Good looking, but not stunning gorgeous like her mom.

Life gives you little moments to step back and think, What The Fuck? And now, I wondered if my sister would ever get to meet me, or if I would ever see her mother again.

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