A Stranger in the Elevator I went down the hall to the elevator and pressed the button, humming to himself as I waited. I had little to fear, after all. At six feet six, my tanned body rippling with muscles, my shaved head gleaming, few indeed were the men willing to challenge my right to do as I pleased. The elevator door opened and I stepped in, auto- matically noticing it was already occupied by a beautiful young woman. It was only as the doors were closing again that I noticed just how gorgeous she really was. Chris turned to look up at the elevator lights, carefully avoiding looking at me.I didn't care. I stared at her openly, admiringly. She was wearing a pair of jogging shorts and a tank top cut off above her belly button. Her long brown hair was hanging around her face and down her back, the bangs kept out of her face by a headband. She noticed me staring, and nervously flicked her eyes from the lights to me then back. I continued to stare. Chris had nice long legs, and a good set of tits inside the tank top. Her face was sleek, intel- ligence in her soft brown eyes. "You got a nice set of jugs there, baby," I said softly. Her eyes widened and she tensed up but said nothing. "You hear me, baby?" Still she said nothing, moving slightly further from him, until her shoulder touched the wall. "Nice legs too."I gripped her arm and twisted her around a little so her back was to me. "Nice round ass too." "Leave me alone!" she cried, jerking her arm away and backing into the corner of the elevator. …the next moment changed everything
