I felt the bulge in his pants through his trousers, rubbing against my behind and it made things even more awkward. The elevator was so congested that even when I tried to adjust or change position, I would end up rubbing myself against him. I decided to stand still until I reached the second to the last floor.

After some minutes, to my relief, the elevator stopped on my floor.

I quickly made my way out.

As I walked away, I turned to look at him. I saw amusement linger in ...