It never failed that I saw her each morning. Our eyes would meet across the elevator and no
matter how many people were around we would both smile with wicked in our
hearts. She was a mystery with deep chocolate
eyes and the occasional soft hello, a mystery until today. As the elevator emptied out she asked me with
a whisper to hold the door closed and I did.
She dropped her coat showing me her perfect curves and wonderful breast,
smiling deviously. Stepping toward me she
seductively whispered “How long can you keep your finger on that button?”
Photo Title: Amelie in the Elevator
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: AlexanderB
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