In Case of Emergency... by Seychelle
In Case of Emergency...
'... Press this button. That is what it says, yes?'
Leah glanced up from her sitting position on the lift floor, pausing as if the question might not have been for her, before finally nodding.
The man stopped pacing (such as it was, the lift floorspace being only two by two metres). 'But it's not doing anything!'
Leah pulled a tattered handkerchief from her pocket and mopped her brow. 'Yes it is. It's sending a signal to the engineer's office on the ground floor, to reset the duty cycle switch and get the lift going again.'
The man pointed at her, a barrister catching out a witness. 'Then where's the damn engineer?'
Leah smiled and held up her own hands in surrender. 'Surprise.'
A hope more akin to a child rediscovering Christmas brightened his eyes. 'Then you can get us out of here!'
Leah nodded again, but didn't move. 'If I wasn't in here, I probably could.'
Hope turned to disbelief, as he pointed towards the ceiling hatch. 'Then climb out and take care of it!'
Leah blinked. 'You frigging climb out and take care of it; they don't pay me enough here to risk my neck.'
'Damn it!' He thumped the lift doors in frustration and began pacing again, as Leah continued watching him. He was a tall, broad bear of a man in his early twenties, with a gorgeous rugby player's body, square chin, a lovely tanned face now blemished by pique, and crinkly copper hair. Of course, the garish Hawaiian shirt, baggy shorts and flip-flops, de rigueur for every British male holidaymaker, reduced his Tastiness Factor in Leah's eyes by several points, as did his subsequent remarks. 'Typical: hiring a woman to do a man's job.'
Leah ran a hand across her raven hair, ponytailed out of harm's way. 'What's your name?'
'My name's Leah, Brendan. And if you think this job needs a man's touch, then by all means, climb through to the lift roof, then shimmy up the cables to the next floor. A big, strong man like you should have no problem.'
That shut him up. He said nothing, for about a minute - a record for him, so far. 'How long will we be trapped in here? Aren't there other engineers in the hotel?'
Leah forced the breath from her body; the air, humid and still, felt like soup. 'Pepito works the day shift; he's out tonight trying his luck. And it would take the Caribbean equivalent of the Towering Inferno before Reception would call the Emergency Services, not without the manager's permission. And before you ask, he's also out for the evening with the wife.' She shrugged, uncoupling the straps of her coveralls and letting the front flop onto her lap, revealing more of the dirty, sweat-patched T-shirt hugging her ample chest. 'Could be a while.'
Brendan started to reply, then gave up and slid to the floor, back pressed against the wall to Leah's right, their feet almost touching. Leah stared ahead, to her diffuse reflection in the polished lift doors: a blurred image of a short, stocky brunette in her late twenties staring back, revealing nothing of her deep chestnut eyes, rosebud lips, or blushed skin. She may not have been a supermodel, but she didn't fare too badly in the looks department.
Brendan broke the silence. 'What were you doing in the lift anyway? Sciving?'
Leah patted the battered toolbox beside her like it was a faithful cat. 'I was going up to 503 to fix the air conditioning. What were you doing in the lift?'
Brendan ticked the air with his tongue. 'I was going out on a Last Night Pub Crawl with my mates; the Airport Bus is due in the morning. But I came back for some more money. And now... '
Leah nodded, not particularly sympathetic. 'C'est la vie; still, a holiday's only as good as you make it. When I came here three months ago, I thought I'd be having a great time. But here, a "working holiday" means more work than holiday.'
'I'm really not interested.'
She bit back a retort, mopping her face again; the sweat seemed to be winning the war of attrition, and not just on her head. She watched him draw his knees up to his chest and wrap his strong, muscular arms around his legs. He seemed distracted, edgy, and not from just missing out on a final island piss-up with his mates. 'Are you okay?'
He made a half-hearted sound, a laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes, now glancing about, scanning every inch of the lift interior. Silence hung between them for a heartbeat, not helped by the distant, tantalising music of nightlife in St. Brigid. Just when she thought he might be feeling claustrophobic, and was preparing herself to do something about it, he finally added, 'I'm sorry I snapped at you before. Probably just the heat.'
Leah offered him a smile and a lazy dismissive wave. 'Forget it. Still, if it gets much hotter in here, the emergency sprinkler system will kick in.' She nodded to the showerhead-like appendage in the ceiling. 'Won't that be fun?'
He followed her glance upwards. 'I can't wait.'
Silence returned. Leah continued to look him over, the lines and curves of his calves, as they rose and fell into his thighs, which themselves fell into his shorts. His legs weren't particularly hairy, and she began wondering what his chest looked like, as it expanded and retracted within his shirt.
'We'll be fine,' she assured him. When this prompted only an indecisive nod, she added, 'Why not take your mind off it? Tell me about yourself.'
He stared with near-suspicion. 'Like what?'
Leah smiled. 'Like, anything you want.'
And he did. Very little was substantial, or even interesting. But it was honest, as if the heat had forced him to shed the macho armour men usually wore to impress their mates or women, leaving only the naked truth. Leah let him ramble, nodding and responding in the right places, until finally, something like a relaxed smile lightened and brightened his handsome features.
Then Leah took a breath, leaned forward and began undoing the laces of her steel-capped boots, her throat sounding parched. 'I don't know about you, but I'm beginning to feel like an oven-ready turkey in all this. I'm stripping off before I pass out.'
She felt Brendan's eyes as she cast aside her boots and socks, only looking away when she rose just enough to slide her coveralls down her body and legs, setting them with her boots. Once clad only in white cotton knickers, T-shirt and bra, all damp, Leah resumed her hunkered position against the wall, the relative coolness of the metal walls and floor of the lift better appreciated by her now-bare skin. She locked eyes with him again. 'It's a little too tropical in here for modesty. You should take your shirt off.'
His tanned features seemed to flush even further. 'No, I'm fine, thanks.'
'Go on,' she urged with a smile. 'You'll feel better. I promise.'
He looked away, his lips pursed as if for further argument, before relenting. Leah did her best to act casual, trying not to over-stare and spook him, and noting how little movement he permitted his body while he set his shirt aside. Then she caught a glimpse of the bulge, large and firm and undeniable, in his shorts, and understood.
She watched him lean backward and sigh at the touch of the walls on his spine. His chest was as she imagined, muscular but not overly so, with dark cherry curls clustered in a rough diamond in the centre.
Very nice. 'There. That wasn't so bad, was it?'
Brendan closed his eyes and sighed. 'I suppose not.'
Leah smiled again, long after it stopped being necessary; even his sweat smelled pleasing. She mopped her face until her handkerchief was damp, then discarded it. It was getting hotter, and there was little point in waiting any longer. 'Brendan, I need your help.'
He opened his eyes, blinking the sweat away as he watched her rise to her feet and stand over him, her crotch at his eye level. Confusion reigned in his expression. 'What's wrong?'
She held out her arms, as if for a hug. 'My hands are too wet now to wipe the sweat away. Could you help me... please?'
He blinked again, stammering, 'Oh, yes. Sure. Of course,' as he helped himself to his feet, standing nearly a head taller than Leah. He held out his own hands, open, large, strong-looking, but unsure of where to start. Then Leah twisted her body, offering him her left arm.
His hands enclosed around both sides of her bicep, his touch like warm supple leather as they slowly skimmed down to her elbow, then her forearm, before stopping and shaking the collected perspiration to the floor.
'Again,' she urged, her voice tissue soft.
He obeyed. Leah noted to herself how her nipples had grown taut, erect, from his proximity, his ministrations; they were visible, even through her bra, and catching Brendan staring at them merely served to accentuate her reaction.
She blinked as she realised Brendan was speaking to her. 'What about your other arm?'
She turned for him. He had found a practised, confident series of motions, his fingers cupped and shaped around her arms as if sculpted for that very purpose; she had to will her teeth to unclench, and her lungs to begin breathing again.
He swept her right arm again, looking so earnest and intent, forgetting or ignoring the bulge which remained visible, defiant, within his shorts.
Then Leah parted her thighs slightly, asking, 'Could you do my legs, too, Brendan?'
His bulge made kneeling slightly awkward, and paused when his hands reached up to grasp her thigh on either side, just below the elastic leg of her knickers. His eyes seemed glazed over, not daring to focus on the dark patch of russet curls plainly visible over the outline of her sex, and only inches away. She knew she was wet, and wondered if he could scent how aroused she'd become.
Then he began to draw his hands down her legs, harvesting beads of sweat as he had done for her arms. She looked down at him, admiring the clean lines the lift walls had left on his back. 'So, Brendan, tell me: have you been... lucky... on your holiday?'
He slowed down, but never hazarded looked up. 'I've had a few nibbles.'
'But no catches?'
He grunted in reply. Expecting nothing further, she continued, 'It's been disappointing for me, too. They were reluctant to hire a woman for this job; I've had to work twice as hard to be thought of as half as good as a man. And I'm not supposed to fraternise with the guests.' She shrugged to herself. 'I suppose I shouldn't have expected much in that department anyway, what with my looks.'
His voice was barely audible as he moved to her other leg. 'There's nothing wrong with you. I think you're lovely.'
She smiled. 'Thanks; that's very sweet of you.' She reached down and gently stroked his head. 'Handsome and sweet: quite a package. Those other women were fools not to have seen the prize they could have had.'
She applied pressure to her hand on his head, prompting him to look up, then rise to his feet again; somehow his hands found a place on her hips. 'So, tonight's your last night, eh?'
He nodded silently, dreamily.
She gazed into his eyes. 'I'd hate to see it go to waste in here, doing nothing.'
He nodded again. Leah could wait no longer, and drew him into a kiss, finding his tongue, and no small surprise. When he responded, his erection pressing into her as he pushed her against the lift wall, the rush of pleasure through her body was almost too much. Despite his initial response, he seemed unsure, and the thought occurred to Leah that he could have been a virgin, in the Bahamas to lose what he couldn't back home; the thought, correct or not, sent further shivers through her.
Still kissing her, he reached up between them, squeezing and stroking her aching breasts through the material of her remaining clothes. He tried reaching around with his other hand and unclasping the hook, but couldn't manage it, so she parted from him enough to remove her bra and shirt and grant her breasts - round, firm, with dark pink nipples - freedom. He cupped each breast, ever-so-lightly squeezing each nipple between thumb and forefinger, the look in his eyes worth a treasure. After a moment of enjoying her approving response, he bent down and took one nipple in his mouth. She moaned, pressing him closer, wanting more - now!
As if he could read her thoughts, one hand dove down to stroke her thighs, stopping at the outline of her knickers, before trailing around to cup and squeeze her fleshy cheeks as he had done with her breasts.
He still wasn't quick enough for her, though; she drew down her knickers, kicking them away. His huge hands cupped her bare cheeks now, as his erection pressed against her again, demanding attention.
She offered it, clasping the sides of his shorts and briefs, tugging them down so that he mirrored her own prior discarding motion, before reaching for his cock, standing proud from a cluster of curls at its base.
Brendan, for his part, had maneuvered his fingers around to her front, feeling Leah surge against his touch, her sex tense, puffy, pulsing. She withdrew her mouth from his long enough to gasp aloud, as his fingers gently entered her, gathering her dew like a bee collecting pollen.
Leah's thighs reflexively closed against his hand, just as her own hand clamped onto him, boldly and easily drawing his foreskin back and forth, as if to confirm for them both that this was real, not some fantasy. She was impotent to fight the exquisite sensations running through her like wires.
"Come on, come on," she found herself panting hungrily.
He seemed immensely thankful for her impatience, her eagerness. But gallantry bade him offer, "I have a condom, in my wallet."
She nodded impatiently. 'Just hurry.'
Moments later, Brendan was easily lifting her up, then drawing her down again, Leah gasping as she enveloped him, refusing to let go; he held her up easily.
Despite the mutual hunger, the urgency, once joined there grew a remarkable complementary rhythm with each other, a harmony to their duet usually reserved for lovers who had coupled for years, and whose concern for each other's needs equaled or surpassed their own desires. The outside world was set aside, as they drove at each other with a graceful affection, Leah's dizzying climaxes bursting from her, one after the other, splintering her breath into ragged moans.
Above them, the sounds of thunder.
Brendan paused, looked up. 'What the hell -?'
'Sprinkler system,' Leah gasped. 'Don't stop.'
Then the water began to fall, soft cool drops bathing them both without cooling their passions. Leah's body, rising and falling, shook and trembled in his grasp, but she cherished every moment, until inevitably his willpower had eroded beyond repair, and he let himself succumb to that release of pleasure-pain, tensing as he climaxed within her, digging his fingers into her cheeks and back.
The water was drenching her, but Leah's mouth felt raw. Gasping, she held her head up to catch some of it on her parched tongue.
The hotel engineer's office was barely a closet, tight and dark, the desk dominating the centre of the room, and piled high with spare parts, tools and invoices. A handsome black man, coffee-skinned and thickly-bearded, sat behind the desk, a Solitaire game, radio and tiny electric fan his only company.
When Leah entered the office, drenched but dressed once more, he rose as if a fire had been set beneath him, his voice clipped by his native tongue, but not without some element of humour. 'About time, girl! Another minute, and I'd have started up the lift again; what kept you?'
She set down her toolbox, perched herself on the desktop and drank deeply from the plastic water bottle by the fan before replying. 'Give me a break, Pepito; I can't work as fast as you.'
His laugh was like a burst of applause, though his subsequent words held a cautious tone. 'But you make up for it in numbers: that's four times this month you've been "trapped in the lift" with a man, girl.'
She shrugged. 'There's been four sets of tourists this month.'
'You watch out, someday you'll be caught in the act.'
She waved him off. 'What, a nice English girl like myself? Besides, wasn't it me sitting here only last week, while you were "trapped" with that Dutch girl?' She drank deeply again, smiling almost beatifically. 'I knew Brendan would be an ideal catch, from the day he arrived. But he was a tough nut to finally crack; I thought I'd never get a taste of him.'
'I thought he'd never stop pressing the Emergency Button.' Pepito's smile blossomed into a toothy cheetah's grin, as he nodded towards the alarm on the office wall. 'Then I figured perhaps he was leaning against it, you know, when you were... '
Leah nodded, 'Yeah, I know what you were figuring, you dirty sod.' She stretched her arms out and groaned. 'Damn, I still have the air conditioner in 503 to fix, the sprinkler system to reset, and Brendan wants me to stop by his room before his bus arrives. I won't get a moment's peace tonight.' At Pepito's expression, she stuck out her chin, unapologetic. 'Hey, a holiday's only as good as you make it!'
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