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Anal Alice

Part I: The First Encounter

I had been, up until recently (or so I thought) a normal thirty-four year old male with one not-very-normal desire: I am turned on the most by doggie-style and anal sex, especially anal sex. I had thought it wasn't "normal" for guys to like fucking women in the ass, because women (supposedly) didn't like it. That's what I thought....until I met Alice.

Alice Williams is a five-foot tall female who is all of twenty-three. She is also STACKED: 37 inches in her bust, a surprisingly small twenty-two inches in her waist, and forty (FORTY!) inches in her hips. She looks to be a stereotypical "bimbo", but she is also a real brain; she works for an unnamed government agency doing classified work. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. She has the knack of being able to tell what a guy is thinking without him saying a word; this tended to make most men uncomfortable around her. The result was that she didn't have much of a social life...or a sex life. A real shame...or that's what I thought. Little did I know what was in store for me!

I met Alice after the unnamed agency hired me for the "typing pool". (Don't laugh; more males than ever are going into this usually "women-only" line of work. The pay isn't bad, and it's a great way to start a government career.) Alice was also in the "pool" but worked in another office on the same floor. I happened to be leaving the building temporarily for a "smoke break" (smoking is a no-no in most Government office buildings), and had just entered the elevator when I heard a "Hold!"

Not being one to turn down a "damsel in distress", I held the elevator door open for the shouter, who turned out to be Alice. I was standing in the rear of the empty (except for the two of us) elevator, while Alice "took up station" directly in front of me. I tried to act nonchalant, but Alice's figure had gotten to me, and naturally, I suffered the typical male reaction...a bulging hardon. The only advantage was that I was behind Alice, and, therefore, couldn't be seen. I started thinking particularly nasty thoughts about bending Alice over and fucking her anally when she "accidentally" dropped a pen she was holding. I expected her to stoop down and pick it up; instead, she bent from the waist to pick up the fallen pen. This caused her slacks to tighten over her round ass, which made it look all the more luscious and fuckable!

SHIT! This was gonna be trouble! I decided to be very cautious and make no moves; instead, I planned on having my cigarette and grab the next "bathroom break" and jack off. The elevator stopped (finally) in the building lobby, and I made my way quickly outside to the "smoker's area" (so named because there were several stone flowerpots that had been converted into ashtrays; each was surrounded by benches) in front of the building. I lit up a Kool and quickly sat down.

I was almost halfway through my cigarette when a husky Southern accented female voice asked for a light. I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out my Bic lighter and turned toward the speaker. It was Alice! I "flicked my Bic" and quickly moved my other hand to "cup" the flame so it wouldn't be blown out by the breeze. As soon as her cigarette was lit, I quickly extinguished the lighter, returned it to my pocket and turned away from Alice. (My hardon had returned; worse, I had started blushing.) Alice asked me, "Are you afraid of me? I won't bite!" I gulped and replied, "It's not your BITE I'm worried about. I don't want to get in trouble!"

Alice responded in that husky Southern-accented voice (which sent shivers up my spine; it reminded me of Rogue from the "X-MEN" Saturday cartoons), "Now why would you get in trouble?"

I hemmed and hawed, but decided to bite the bullet. I turned to look into Alice's soft brown eyes. "May I be frank?"

Alice replied, "Why sure. Just don't be Tom, Dick, or Harry!" That little joke helped me relax; still I was unsure about how she would take my next statement. "Alice," I finally got out, "you look gorgeous. Good enough to eat. That's the problem."

Alice looked perplexed at that statement. "How is my looking 'good enough to eat', as you say, a problem for you?" she asked.

I responded, "I just came back into the government, and am trying real hard to keep this job. I don't need a sexual harassment charge derailing my career before it has a chance to get down the track again." Alice then took my hand in both of hers, and said, "I understand. But listen; I WANT you to look at me. Look all you want. If the opportunity presents itself, I'll even let you touch...." She left the last unsaid. I finished my cigarette and flicked it into one of the stone "ashtrays". She followed suit. Without either of us saying anything further, we got back into the elevator for the return trip to our floor. I had once again gone to the back of the (this time, more crowded) elevator; Alice was once again standing in front of me. As the elevator started upward, I stared straight ahead, trying to drag my mind back to the typing I had ahead of me. Alice, however, had other plans for my mind.

As people got on (and off) the elevator at the first floor, I felt a slight pressure at my pants crotch. I took a quick glance down and saw that Alice had backed up to the point where her ass was lightly pressing against my crotch. Seeing that the elevator was crowded, I thought nothing of it. At the next floor, more people got off; a few got on. The result was that the elevator was less crowded than before. I expected Alice to move forward again. She didn't however; instead, she backed into me even closer.

HELP! I tried thinking of something...ANYTHING...except the very real (and very female) ass pressing against my rock-hard cock. I said nothing, and made no move at all...I couldn't, for I was trapped against the back wall of the elevator.

At the third floor, more people got off; this time nobody got in. Alice remained where she was, pressing her ass against my cock. She had, by then, also taken each of my hands as if to hold me against her ass (not that I wanted to move by this point). I simply stared straight ahead, seemingly cast in stone.

Alice, however, was not still; she was very slowly rubbing her ass against my pants-bulge as the elevator continued slowly going upward.

By the time we reached the seventh floor (four floors before our floor), we were the only people left in the elevator. She took my hands and moved them to in front of her waist while she started grinding her ass even harder into my cock-bulge. I let my hands clasp her around the waist, as if to hold her steady (not that she planned on moving).

At the tenth floor, she FINALLY moved forward; I removed my hands from her waist and (sneakily) took the palm of one hand (my left) and began rubbing one of her asscheeks. She liked that, for she began wriggling her ass around while I rubbed it.

At the eleventh floor, we both got off the elevator. Alice called out, "See you after work!"

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