Only a few dark brown curls peeked out of the sides of the white material."Move your hand faster," she husked. "I like to watch you jerk off." I obeye... her, increasing the speed of my hand on my shaft, not feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment. To the contrary, I kind of enjoyed putting on a little show for her. If that's what turned her on, I would do it forever. She moved her crotch even closer to my waiting face, stopping sort of plastering me with her sex. I could smell her now, that. No plan. I couldn't believe I had done that."Er... miss?" the man behind me finally spoke up, obviously wondering the same thing I was, "Is there something wrong?" Suddenly, panic gripped me and all I wanted to do was apologize profusely and restart the elevator. But for some reason I didn't."Can I give you a blow job?" As I continued to look straight ahead of me, I could not believe I had just said that to a complete stranger."Ex-excuse me?" I heard the befuddled response."I want to do. “Are your legs tired?” You just nodded your head. I then grabbed your arm and told you your punishment wasn’t over yet. I pulled you to me and laid you across my lap. Your chest and stomach no doubt could feel the effect you had on me. I lifted your skirt all the way up to your lower back and gently tapped your bum, going from cheek to check with the palm of my hand. The taps got harder and harder, and all the while I asked you more questions about your teasing and other boys and older men. I. He also stipulated, that if anything did happen, it would be a BJ only, and his wife would remain fully clothed, and if she had any misgivings it would be a no go. I had no problem with that. I told him the worst that would happen would be them driving a half hour for a couple of free drinks, and some small talk. He laughed.I finished up late that afternoon, had a nervous bite to eat, and showered and shaved. Cleaned up my room, just in case, and sat there anxiously trying to concentrate on.