"We would like everyone to remain patient and calm as we have a mechanical issue with the elevator. And we will assure you the issue will be fixed within the next hour. Everyone some remain calm and not panic."
Vicki Vale wanted to throw her head back and scream to the heavens. Being trapped in the elevator for the next hour, just a perfect end to end a perfect week. While she put in a pretty good story, another one of her stories hit a dead end, and a third story, some very important politician called in a favor with her publisher to get the story kiboshed. Once her contract was up, Vicki was looking for her options.
Right now, she was trapped in a news conference, with a young man she knew well. They met each other at a few of these conferences. Peter Parker, who had been representing New York's Daily Bugle Communications Network, looked at Vicki.
"Sorry, I'm stressed," Vicki said.
"I understand," Peter said. "After the week you told me you had, you're wound pretty tight. Maybe I can help relax you a little bit."
Vicki wordlessly nodded and took Peter's invitation for a good, relaxing neck massage. Peter's skilled fingers maneuvered all over the back of her neck and drove her breathlessly to several waves of pleasure. Peter knew all of the right places to touch.
With a smile, Vicki spun around and pressed Peter against the wall. He been surprised, although not really, after the wild night they had last year. They both needed outlets for stress and Vicki and Peter gave it to each other. Vicki leaned in and kissed Peter on the lips hard. The hot redhead reporter pushed her tongue down Peter's throat. The handsome young man reached behind her to cup her ass.
"What if someone sees us?"
"I don't care," Vicki said. "I want your cock now."
Vicki Vale got what she wanted and what she wanted was Peter Parker out of his pants. Vicki undid her blouse and dropped it to the ground. Her skirt flew to the ground next. She stood before Peter, looking dead sexy in her lacy red bra and matching underwear. Vicki's toned athletic body made Peter rise. The sexy reporter unbuttoned Peter's jeans and slid them down before she pulled down his boxers.
"Looks like you're not the only one who is tense tonight," Vicki said. "May I?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
Vicki's hot breath piqued with added excitement. She descended to her knees and slid her warm tongue against Peter's throbbing hard pole. She tasted it, almost as if she requainted it to her memory. In more ways than one, it was like Vicki Vale was getting to know an old friend again. Peter slid his fingers up against the back of her head and pushed deep into Vicki's warm, tight mouth as she sealed him up around his cock.
"Mmmph!" Vicki moaned for him.
Oh, that was the ticket right there. Peter slid his hands down against the back of her head and pumped his way all the way down her throat. He looked up at Vicki's eyes as she bobbed.
Vicki unclipped her bra and revealed her supple breasts. The gorgeous redhead pulled back only to wrap her breasts around Peter and give him a very amazing tit job. She bobbed back and forth and breathed all over his prick as she edged against him.
"You keep that up, and I'll cum all over your tits."
A wicked smile crossed the face of the ravishing reporter as she continued to work Peter's throbbing hard meat between her breasts. She rocked down and edged her mouth with greater hunger than ever before. She licked, sucked, slurped, and eagerly nibbled on the edge of Peter's prick.
"That would be a real shame, wouldn't it?" Vicki asked him with an excited breath on his prick.
Oh, Peter knew the teasing minx rocked him in every single way possible. He grabbed her tits and drove his prick down into them. He rocked her back and forth and enjoyed the warm feeling of her tits. He edged closer and closer. The expression of lust in Vicki's eyes showed just how much she wanted it. Peter picked up a steadier pace and his balls tightened before he released cum all over her.
Vicki took a shower of her favorite white juices. So good and they made her skin shine so bright. Vicki leaned in and slurped on Peter to allow that heavenly seed to race into his mouth.
"Good, you always make me feel better," Vicki said. "But, I want more."
Peter spun Vicki around. She ground her well shaped ass up against his crotch to make Peter's arousal return. He slid her panties to the side and dove down to lick her. Vicki cried as Peter got her pussy nice and wet. Not that she needed it too much, but Peter was not going to turn down the chance to taste her.
"Damn, you stud, that's the spot right there!" Vicki cooed all over the place.
Peter leaned in and wiggled his tongue back and forth to drive Vicki to the breaking point. Her nails clutched the wall as Peter slid all the way into her tongue. He pulled out of her and spread Vicki's warm lips.
And now, Peter ached, needed, desired to be inside of her. He pressed his hands against Vicki's hips and spread her legs wide. Her body pressed against the cool wall of the elevator as Peter shoved himself into her body. He rocked back into Vicki and made her cry out with an intense blast of pleasure.
"I know what you want," Peter groaned. "I know what you need."
Her insides just closed ranks around him and milked Peter so great. Peter grunted and pushed with each slapping motion of his balls against her. He filled Vicki's tight, savory pussy with as many strokes as humanly possible. He rode her all the way to the edge and made her cream all over the place for him.
Closer, closer he edged up against Vicki. He took the sensual and hot reporter. Peter edged closer into her body and felt her up to drive Vicki completely mad with wave after wave of pleasure cascading through her body. He pushed a bit further and jammed tight into her with multiple thrusts.
Vicki pressed against the wall. Her heaving breathing only increased. Peter had her at the edge, right where he wanted her to be. He released her and she came.
The ride had not been over. Peter spun Vicki around so he could bury his face into her chest and slid into her. Vicki hugged Peter's head tight into her chest as he sucked her tits. His skilled hands roamed in all of the right places.
Today's stress just burned away with Peter's deep pushes into her. Vicki closed around him and tightened around him. She rocked back and forth towards her.
Taking great care not to finish too early, Peter timed his moments very carefully. He pinned Vicki up against the wall and made her cry out against the wall. Peter pressed down against her and made Vicki just moan in pleasure. She clamped down onto the back of his head.
"Don't hold back on me," Vicki breathed. "We might not have too much more time."
Given how much time these elevator crews took, Peter disagreed. Her experienced the juicy clamping motions of Vicki's hot pussy as she grabbed onto him very tight. Vicki clasped his back and encouraged him to go further. Peter looked up into her eyes and saw the lust.
Vicki tightened her grip around Peter. Now she saw it as a challenge to drain Peter before the elevators worked. Her tight, toned, body gripped onto Peter and pressed up against his rod the deeper it slid into her body. Peter pinched Vicki's nipple and made her cry out very hotly from what he was doing to her body.
"You're going to give it to me!" Vicki cried.
"After you, Ms. Vale."
Peter plowed Vicki into the wall. She matched him, vigorously fucking him back just as much as he fucked her. Several rounds of orgasms on Vicki's part. The web slinger pressed his fingers against Vicki's aching nipples and filled her body with multiple intense orgasms chained together one after another.
Finally, Peter grabbed Vicki's hips and bottomed out inside of her. Peter emptied his load inside of the horny reporter. She clawed him like an animal in heat as Peter pounded deep into her body and sent his cum splashing into her body with several intense pumps.
Vicki let out a cry as she released one final time. Every last drop of seed pumped into her body as Vicki finally slid down the wall. Peter caught her before he fell and held her up.
The two descended gently to the ground. Peter's strong arms wrapped around Vicki as he spooned her.
"I'll see you back in my hotel room when this is fixed, right?" Vicki asked.
"Well you do have the bigger, more comfortable bed, Ms. Star Reporter," Peter said.
He lightly kissed her and lit a fire under Vicki's loins. The ding of the elevator finally working just had been barely brought them back to their senses and they scrambled to their clothes.
The elevator opened up and Lois Lane stood waiting for the elevator. She looked from Peter to Vicki. Slowly, she gave them the thumbs up before she crossed into the elevator, taking the one they left on.
Vicki Vale and Peter Parker made the trek across the street to Vicki's hotel room. If another elevator failed, they had a good way to pass the time.
End.