Help! I’m anal fingered in the elevator

Dani stepped off the bus into the madness that comprised the downtown business district at lunchtime. Class was over; now it was time to keep her lunch date with Brent.

She turned many a male head as she made her way across the courtyard toward the sixteen-story building in which Brent worked. Dani was quite a looker; she was a twenty-year-old college coed with a gorgeous fair complexion, long, flowing blonde hair and expressive blue eyes. Five-foot-six with a figure to die for, she had on a pink top and low-riding, hip-hugging white pants, which left a substantial swath of midriff exposed.

Brent was twenty years her senior, and already quite successful in the business world. Her mind wandered as she approached the door leading to the lobby, and she nearly collided with a stout middle-aged man who was scrambling to hold the door for her. “I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly, well aware that she needn’t have bothered to apologize. Dani knew that the old goat was just hoping for a rear view as she crossed the lobby, and surely relished the incidental body contact.

She pressed the “up” button next to the elevator. The car arrived, and four others boarded with her. As a result, the elevator was crowded, but there was still plenty of breathing room and space to move about. “Eleven,” she said to the man near the panel of buttons; Brent worked way up on the eleventh floor. Dani, lost in thought, paid little mind to the others on board.

They hadn’t gone very far when every elevator rider’s worst nightmare came to pass. The lights went out, a loud thud was heard and the elevator quickly ground to a halt.

Shouts of confusion, and a few curses, were heard from Dani’s fellow passengers. Dani, in a hurry too, called out into the darkness, “The emergency phone. Someone find the emergency phone.”

“I’m one step ahead of you,” came a woman’s voice. “But the damn thing is dead as a doornail.”

Resigned to their temporary fate, the five passengers made small talk, which soon evolved into humor derived from their predicament. Ten minutes passed, with no sign of power returning; the conversations started to drag, and the group grew quiet.

What happened next took only a few seconds. But for Dani, the sensation surrounding the whole episode made it seem like minutes, if not longer.

Dani had positioned herself near the door, facing sideways; she began to sense a presence lurking directly behind her.. She was startled to feel a hand touch her lower back, on the bare skin around her midriff. She drew back instinctively, then became aware of a cool draft diffusing downward between her ass cheeks. She realized that someone had hooked the back of her pants and her thong underwear with a finger, and had pulled them slightly away from her body. It was as if someone wanted to give her a wedgie, but somehow, Dani knew that this individual’s intent wasn’t quite so innocuous.

She became paralyzed; she wanted to scream or run away, but couldn’t. The mysterious stranger’s hand burrowed its way downward, spreading her round, firm cheeks apart as it went. She felt a thumb pressing against the inside of one cheek, and a ring finger and pinky against the other, spreading them apart, leaving her asshole vulnerable.

Any questions Dani may have had as to the whereabouts of those remaining two fingers would be quickly answered, in the blink of an eyelash. Like a scorpion delivering a fatal sting to its insect prey, or a wet towel being playfully slapped against bare skin, that duo of digits was about to deliver a vicious assault on Dani’s poor exposed pucker.

It happened with lightning speed. An arm snaked around her torso and ensnared her; she could feel breathing on her neck. The intruder’s index and middle fingers pressed forcefully against her anus, which despite the absence of lubrication, admitted them both without a fight. Her inner sphincter put up more of a struggle; but it, too, was no match for the tremendous pressure emanating from the hand and arm of this anonymous assailant. The pain was intense; she tried to scream, but could only muster a feeble yelp, still plainly audible in the silent darkness. The fingers continued their way inward and upward, now penetrating deep within Dani’s bowels, until she felt a set of knuckles pressing firmly into her bottom. The assault had been deftly executed with deadly accuracy, and the violation was crass, brazen and total.

And then, just as quickly, the trespassing appendages were withdrawn. Dani emitted another cry, this one in relief, as the fingers slid back out through her anal cavity, giving her the sensation of having an involuntary bowel movement.

In the pitch darkness, the perceived movement around Dani told her that the encroacher had moved away. The quiet that now pervaded the elevator also informed her that all the occupants were aware that something had just transpired. Her cries, though subdued, had tipped them off. She wondered what was going through their minds.

Dani tried to regain her composure; her ass felt as though it was on fire. She straightened up her pants, and became aware of a different sensation, as well… this one pleasurable, and quite inexplicable. She felt her nipples harden; she felt her pussy getting ever so slightly damp. Sexual arousal, like when she and Brent made love, or when he went down on her. Dani felt as if her body was betraying her. How could she enjoy being treated like that? How could she?

And just like that, the electrical power returned. The motor whirred into action, the lights came on, and the car once again lurched upward.

As Dani squinted to allow her eyes to adjust to the light, she gazed intently at the four other riders, who were also looking inquisitively at one another. There was a well-built, casually dressed man of medium height who looked to be about forty, with short graying hair. There was a tall, slender, serious-looking middle-aged woman with long dark hair, in a white ruffled blouse and a gray skirt with matching blazer. There was a short, stocky, thirtysomething Asian man in an expensive business suit. And the final occupant appeared to be a building maintenance worker; she was a chunky, older Latina in a light blue and white striped uniform dress. None of the four, by appearance, jumped out as the perpetrator; but Dani knew that beyond question, one of them was.

She was tempted to scream out, “Which one of you just fingered my ass?” But she couldn’t muster up the gumption, and as the elevator door opened and her four companions scattered, Dani realized that she’d never know who did it.

And to her further surprise, not knowing the identity, or even the gender, of the guilty party turned Dani on even more. By the time she greeted Brent near his office, her panties were soaked.

“Hiya, gorgeous,” said Brent. “We had a power failure, and I wasn’t sure you’d be able to find your way up here.”

“I did, and I have an idea,” came her response. “Let’s forget lunch, and head back to my dorm room instead.”