The office I work in is huge! It stands 12 stories high and holds 18 independent businesses, half of which I’ve never heard of before. The company I work for is called ‘Stanford & Sons Solicitors’ and is located on the 12th floor, a long way to climb if the lifts are full, and I cant afford to be late!

Besides this, what concerns me more is the unfounded sightings on floor 12 of him, his spirit is believed to haunt the floor in search of his killer! At least that’s what everyone’s saying.

Unfortunately the lift was full of men in their designer suits and fathers day ties, who within minutes had begun sweating and letting of a nasty smell into our limited space. Or at least it was one of them; it was just hard to distinguish which one.

At that moment the lift took an almighty shunt, making everyone stumble and complain as it cranked and halted again. The men got anxious and started to talk about Mr Greg Stanford, and how it could be his spirit playing with the electricity!

The cute woman beside me snorted “You think he might be responsible for the storm outside too?” she said sarcastically, then looked to me and winked, sending a shot of desire straight between my legs.

“No!” said the man and turned his back to us.

That’s when he’s spirit really began to torture us and cut the lights in the building! Everyone sighed, apart from me and the woman next to me and whilst the men talked about the ghost, the woman moved her hand onto my thigh. The timing of the power cut couldn’t have been better!

Everyone else in the lift were far to busy to notice us at the back and the moment I felt her hand stroking my leg tenderly I turned my head to look at her and even though it was too dark to see each other, I felt the desire in her stare run right through me.

Thankfully the hum of voices discussing the rescue procedure covered my moans as her hand went inside my knickers, thenher fingers slipped down between my folds and gently touched over the swollen nub. She added little pressure, only making it worse when she moved down dipping her fingers inside me easily. In and out, deep and slow!

I managed to slip my hand under her shirt and crawl up her stomachand thenI squeezed her breast in my hand and ran my thumb over the hardened nipple. It wasn't long before I started to feel the buzz of my orgasm and every time her fingers thrust inside me, I pinched her nipple, threatening the buttons of her shirt to pop at any moment!

Her head fell forward every time she thrust and I pinched, bringing her mouth closer where I could see her tongue just waiting to be sucked! At last I could reach her lips, but just as I went for them she pounded another finger inside me, causing my body clench around her fingers and shake violently over the edge! She continued to thrust until I was still and then at last gently kissed my breathless mouth.

Just as she pulled her hand out and moved away, the lights flickered on and the lift jolted and began to move again. The woman looked at me with flushed cheeks and smirked whilst the men cheered and patted each other on the backs - a job well done, even though they took no part in fixing it. We continued to stare at each other until the 'ting' of the lift sounded and opened at the 4th floor. Everyone scampered out in a hurry… except for us two, who stood at the back waiting for the doors to close again.

As soon as we were alone I immediately turned to face her, "That was... " I didn't know what to call it.

"It was!" she giggled and put out her hand “Holly Bridges, what’s your name?”