http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C0ca55mgFM
A few years go I was living in Hastings. I had a wonderful place on the seafront. The building used to be a very luxurious hotel during the English seaside holiday heyday. My place was on the 5th floor and this was the top floor. The ceiling running along my hallway was all glass. The front room and my bedroom had bay windows that looked out over the sea. To the left of my building lay Hastings pier, a grand and proud Victorian building.
When the sea was rough and the wind blew sea would fly across the road in front of the building. Sea spray stuck like super glue to my windows and they rattled like hell when there was a storm.
Anyway, one day I had a regular client who wanted to take me for a meal before we did the sexual gymnastics. He was a policeman who had been in the army. In fact he was a special policeman as he was allowed to wear a gun and was called out when there was a gunman on the loose. He would visit me every few months and liked mild S&M.
To get to the ground floor you had to use a very old and amazingly beautiful lift. It had two gates that you had to operate manually. The gates had the typical Victorian workmanship, useful but detailed. I loved to ride in it. It had very slow movement. Inside the lift was a table. It would have been manned by hotel worker in the days when the elegant and sophisticated rode in them.
We had a nice meal and a drink near my place. My visitor was quite shy for a man who had been in dangerous and frightening ordeals but the more I meet these kinds of people the more normal behaviour it is. He was quiet spoken and would not totally realx until we had been together for some time.
During the meal however, he asked if he could show me something. He asked that I would not be shocked and think bad of him. I was a little nervous at first and then he undid the flies of his trousers to reveal that he was wearing a lovely, sexy pair of knickers. I felt inside his flies and touched the material. As I did his cock grew quickly and the front of his pants ballooned.
He was very interested as to what I thought not only of his knickers but of him. My answer to these kind of things is always the same. As long as you are having fun and doing no harm just get on with it. Men in female knickers are fine by me. You could say that it is a more pleasant sight than some of the male underwear I do get so see. I am not a great fan of Y-fronts!
After the meal he was very keen to go back to my appartment. His enlarged cock had died down a little but it was still obvious that he had an erection.
When we reached the ground floor of my building and entered the lift he suddenly looked at me. He then took my head in two hands and planted a long and hard kiss. As he did he lifted me up so I sat on the table inside the lift. With one hand he held me on the table and with the other hand he closed the two gates. He was quick and deliberate in his movements.
As the lift began to move slowly he moved his hands inside my skirts and removed my knickers. I noticed that the insides of them were wet as I must have been very aroused. He then removed his cock and at the same time stopped the lift mid floor. He then fucked me hard.
He was quite vicious in his movements but as I was very aroused it was amazingly enjoyable. My back pounded on the wooden walls behind me and the noise we made was quite considearble. Both of us seemed unaware of anything outside the lift. As it was a caged lift we could have been watched from many angles. But this did not seem to worry us. It may have turned us both on even more.
To say it was a great fuck would be an understatement. We both took a shower when we entered my home and then a while later we fucked again but without the same intensity. Nonetheless, we are still in contact after quite a number of years and he never fails to mention the lift.
It was definitely 'lift me up to paradise'!.
