When the doors closed, I wanted to close the gap between us and pull you down for a kiss. I wanted to feel your lips on mine.
I wanted to feel your hands on my back, my waist, my ass as the elevator moved.
Hoping it wouldn’t stop so we could be alone for the ride down.
But, I never could figure out how to bridge the gap.
We were alone again when we reached our destination. We had a perfect time and opportunity again. But, I hesitated.
I hesitated and didn’t show what was under that shirt I was wearing. I had caught you trying to catch a glimpse all day. And that shirt would have made it so easy too. I could have felt your hands and lips on my tits, maybe even a nipple had we been so bold. Hell, I would have been bold – there was no “if” there.
You could have maybe even found out what thong I was wearing. I caught those sly glances towards my legs. I could tell you had hoped I wouldn’t be so careful and lady-like in how I had been sitting. I would have encouraged you to find out when we were alone. But, I started thinking too much. My brain got in the way.
The ride back up the elevator was tense for me. I wanted you so much. I love making out in an elevator, the risk of getting caught, the quick readjustments as it comes to a stop at the floor, and the fun that naturally ensues when the door to the hotel room closes.
But I hesitated. I started thinking. And I couldn’t get my brain to shut off. It was uninvited to this moment, and then it ruined it.
I often reflect on this moment as a reminder to myself. To be less cerebral and more spontaneous. To let go and just do. As I have found since then, good things happen when you let go and let things happen as they may. When you take chances – and not over think. It’s too bad this moment had to be lost for me to learn this lesson.