Stairway to Heaven (Wicked Wednesday #358 and Friday Flash #48)

This story also started with the title. After chewing on the Friday Flash prompt for a while, I thought, "Stairway to Heaven," but I didn't have a story. I wanted to do something less obvious, but I honestly don't know where this idea came from. There's no connection with the song by the same title. Sometimes my brain goes down some strange avenues. This doesn't really have anything to do the Wicked Wednesday "Mental Health" prompt either—although, it does involve something that would reduce stress.

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Stairway to Heaven

By Ria Restrepo

Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.

Being known as a "fixer" meant all manner of situations were thrown at me.

"They need help down in the lab," my boss announced without any polite preamble. "Take care of it."

Then he disappeared.

Sighing, I went to do his bidding. The company made exercise equipment and I didn't know how I could help the engineers in the R&D lab. I hoped it was a logistical issue, because physics and me had long-standing issues.

As soon as I walked through the door, the very hands-on head of the department thrust a sports bra and workout shorts at me. "Put this on. Our test subject didn't show."

Apparently, please and thank you weren't in these guys' vocabularies.

Still, it was hard to be too annoyed. With floppy brown hair and piercing blue eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, he was rather cute for a geek.

Looking down, I noticed filaments running through the material, especially concentrated at the groin and nipple areas. "This isn't going to electrocute me, is it?"

"No, it's perfectly safe. Tested it myself."

Raising my brow, I shifted my gaze from the women's wear to him.

He waved his hand in the air. "The men's version."

Flustered, he was adorable.

Then I noticed no one else was around. "Where's everyone?"

"I thought this test required some privacy."

Oh-kay.

As I turned to change in the bathroom, he said, "No underwear."

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of this, but my curiosity got the better of me.

When I returned, he stood beside an average-looking stair stepper.

"What now?" I asked.

"Get on the Stairway to Heaven."

"Seriously?"

He smiled and my heart did a stutter-step. "You'll see."

I got on the machine and started climbing. Very quickly, an enticing tingling sensation teased my nipples and cunt, particularly my clit.

He shifted into my sightline. "Go faster."

Increasing my pace amped up the intensity of the pleasure zinging throughout my body. My nipples hardened almost painfully, my clit throbbed, and my sex flooded with juices. I'd never felt anything like it before, but knew I wanted more.

"This'll revolutionize the exercise industry."

No kidding. If working out was this enjoyable, more people would exercise more frequently.

"Faster." His voice was husky and his breathing was as heavy as mine.

Glancing down, I saw his erection straining against his slacks. Meeting his fiery gaze again, I sped up, driving my building desire to even greater heights. I was panting, not from the exertion, but from the powerful sensations overwhelming me.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me.

My legs gave out, but he caught me before I fell. "We'll have to address that."

Once in control, I pushed him against the nearest wall and unfastened his slacks.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"Returning the favor."

"Okay. Sure."

Kneeling, I took his impossibly hard cock in my mouth, sucking him hard and deep. Soon he filled my mouth with his salty spunk.

This was definitely a perk of the job.