It was already quite late when I said goodbye to my friend and went to my house. On the street of chalk snowstorm, a strong wind pierced through me, forcing me to wrap a scarf. But finally, through a blizzard, I saw my house. Having accelerated the step, having overtaken some passer-by, I flew a bullet into the porch. Wiping off the sweaty glasses, and pressing the elevator button, I began to shake off the snow from my shoes. At that moment I heard the front door slam. I did not like to ride the elevator with strangers, and especially so late, but this time my companion was a young lady in a green coat. Glancing at me from under the hood, she silently stood beside me, waiting for the elevator. Apparently she didn’t want to go with strangers either, but since in our house the stairs were separated from the elevator, and taking into account my young age, she threw all doubts away.

But finally the long-awaited elevator arrived, and I, having missed the woman forward, entered the cabin. She turned out to be higher, and I pressed the button on my sixth floor. The cabin began to move, and we, each having set its own wall, began to rise to the top.

An unexpected creaking interrupted our silent expectation. The light went out for a moment, but then it turned on again, but already more dimly. But the most unexpected was that the cabin was in place. I pressed the button for my floor again, but nothing happened. And then I thought that I was stuck in an elevator in my own house, maybe even on my own floor. Before, I never got stuck in an elevator, and now I didn’t really imagine my further actions. I began to assess the situation ... it is now half past eleven, everyone is already at home with their televisions, my relatives are unlikely to wake me to look, they will think that I have spent the night with a friend. The fact that it is for a long time I decided on something at once.

However, I was not alone. My neighbor in misfortune was already pushing the call button. But after a quiet call, we did not hear any lifters.

- Yes, what are they, fell asleep or what? - the girl was indignant. Now I could have a better look at it. She was taller than me, had a rather pretty face, a somewhat large mouth, a slightly smoky nose and beautiful blue eyes under arched black eyebrows. The coat was a little full of it, but in general the figure was attractive.

“Let's call someone,” she said to me. We began to shout and knock on the elevator doors, but all in vain. I was silent first. She didn’t knock a lot on the door with a fist, the cry for “help, we are stuck”, but then she also stopped talking.

- What is your name? She asked after a minute.

“Misha,” I replied.

- And Luda me. I live above, on the eighth. Listen, Michael, maybe you can open the doors, we would try somehow you can.

I tried my best to push the doors open, but I was able to open only a small gap, through which we saw that the elevator was between the second and third floors. Luda quietly said, “damn it,” and I squatted down and leaned against the wall. For two minutes we were silent, considering our position. Then Luda, tired of standing, then squatted. At the same time through the floors of the coat flashed ko-Lenki in black stockings.

Luda again spoke first. After discussing our position, we came to the conclusion that we sit here all night. By this, she offered me a cookie and a sandwich that stayed at work after lunch. I, as a true gentleman, offered to spread my jacket on the floor of the elevator so that she could sit on it, since squatting is also not very comfortable. But she refused, instead offering to lay several plastic bags on the floor, but I still insisted, and put my jacket over the bags. Luda gladly sat on a soft jacket, and finally took off the drip-shawn. She had long black dyed hair and a fashionably trimmed little bang. Dividing the sandwich and the biscuits for two, we began our impromptu dinner.While eating, Luda told me that she worked in a travel company as a secretary, I had to admit that I was in the tenth grade. Then we chatted about this and that, and I was starting to like this adventure in the elevator. Luda turned out to be an interesting interlocutor and we can be said to be friends.

But the trouble, as they say, does not come alone. Sitting at a friend's place, I drank tea, and now, as soon as my bladder hinted at me about it, terror struck me. I could not imagine how I could relieve the need of being locked in an elevator with a girl. Ten minutes later, I came to the conclusion that pissing in her presence would also not be very decent. I could not tolerate. Apparently, she noticed my condition, and interrupting an interesting story about how she once also got stuck in an elevator, asked me ...

- Misha, what's wrong with you?

“Nothing,” I replied.

- But I see that something is wrong.

But physiology was stronger than me, and having plucked up my courage, deeply blushing, I silently mumbled ...

- I want to write.

- Right now, - she was surprised, - you can not tolerate not much?

“No, I can't,” I replied, almost crying.

“Listen, but there is no place here,” Luda was still trying to reason with me.

- But I really, really want ...

- Okay, let's just remove your jacket.

She got up, picked up my jacket from the floor. I noticed how surprised and at the same time, mockingly, Luda looked at me.

“You know what,” she said, “try to get into that gap in two sides, otherwise you will fill the entire floor here.”

She turned away, and I, crushed and humiliated, undid the shi-rinka and pressed his stomach to the gap, stuck the dick between the doors of this damned elevator. I urinated for a long time, a jet noisy flowed down onto the landing. Finally finished, I shook off the last cap-lee and put the dick back in my pants. Turning, I saw that Luda, smiling, was looking at me.

- Relief!

“Thank you,” I made an attempt to smile.

We again put my jacket on the floor, sat on it and fell silent. So we spent about ten minutes. I didn’t want to talk with Lyuda after such a shame, and at the same time I felt really better. Besides, while I piss, for some reason my dick got aroused, and now he just stood there.

I peeked at Luda. What? There is no trace of ridicule. Now her face was serious and tense, she even bit her lip. I noticed how she nervously twists the button of her coat. Suddenly she said in a changed voice ...

- Damn, after you and I wanted ...

This phrase pierced me like lightning.

“Take off your jacket,” said Luda, “and turn away.” I took the jacket and looked at it.

- Turn away faster, - Luda was all red with shame.

I turned to face the wall, and she went to the door. Then there was a rustle of something constricted and detachable. Next ti-bus, and finally the murmur of the flowing stream. I stood holding my breath, in my pants a bulge heaved a dick. And then something literally made me turn around. The picture that appeared to my eyes was gorgeous ... the girl was bending forward, holding a coat in her hands, a skirt zadran, panties and pantyhose lowered to her knees. Cuddling with bare ass to the very gap in the doorway of the elevator, Luda self-obliviously pissed, covering her eyes and smiling. I looked at it as spellbound. His gaze stopped on his buttocks, pressed against the cold door, then on the elevator door, where “Vasya loves Masha” was written with a child’s underscore, and a little higher, with the same child’s hand, was drawn in all details how he does it.

All this simply overshadowed my mind, and my hand automatically began to unbutton my fly. Holding the dick in the palm of my hand, I began to masturbate. Suddenly I noticed that Luda was looking at me, opening her mouth in surprise. But I could not help myself. Desire and lust ruled me. Without letting the girl come to his senses, I am in one motion ...