He was just at his desk finishing the last lot of finances for the boss before going home, feeling a little blue due to being stuck in the office two hours later rather than being home and feeling even more miserable when he glimpsed from the huge window the rain beginning it's downpour. Followed promptly by lightning and thunder.
Even better! He sarcastically thought..
Yet his spirits altered slightly when a scent began to creep tantalisingly past the door. The smell of roses and fresh English mornings. He smiled as he caught her toned legs walk briskly past. Footsteps fading as she walked down the corridor.
Maybe I could do that extra paperwork I put off, hopefully by the time I've finished that, the storm will have cleared and I won't get wet. Maybe Sandra would like to share a taxi with me too. Mark wondered where that last thought had appeared from. He never really saw much of her. Today was no different to another late night at work.
Yet that sweet fragrance that wrapped her body and those supple legs, just wouldn't stray from his mind.
The more he tried to put Sandra out of his mind, the more intense those thoughts became and it wasn't just arousing, the fantasies were starting to shock him. Scare him. Mark was a strong man, looked after himself and his wide powerful frame always surprised his past lovers with how gentle he was. He never wanted to hurt them, to be attentive and caress their delicate frames.
Yet Sandra...
He was shocked at how rough he'd like to have her. The power of which he'd like to pull her hair hard, to hear that shocked, husky moan from those supple lips as he forced a kiss on to them with his cock, to have those stunning and sluty eyes look up to him hungrily.
The idea of using his entire body to move her the way he wanted her to be placed. To feel those legs legs grip onto his frame while he started his tongue's journey to know her little button clit, the taste of her natural juices. Mark could feel his mouth dry, no matter how many times he took his coffee to his lips. It wasn't quenching it at all.
He wondered why he wanted to take Sandra so much, to see her being dominated. Maybe it was because as much as her curves were lush and gentle, her frame looked like it could take the punishment, her face seemed to be able to hold the look of being hungry to feel that brutal pleasure.
He again tried to reason that this wasn't like him, that no woman would ever enjoy the thoughts that continued to grow in his mind's eye and to focus on the mundane tasks he was close to completing.
He had to undo his neck collar button as he was already feeling incredibly warm and felt a slow pulse begin to throb deep in his groin. Mark instinctively sniffed the air again, the room felt as if it was taunting him with Sandra's scent, that his own growing horniness was beginning to mess with his grounded mentality. Then he heard the footsteps..
"Mark, hey sorry to be a pain but that damned photo copier's packed up again and I can't seem to find how to fix it, it doesn't seem to be... I tried... " He tried so hard to pay attention to what the issues could be but his eyes couldn't get over how the light pranced across her face, her outfit, how everything felt like she was sucking him in to her sexual aura, a siren at work. A siren he couldn't shake the need to control. Her outfit was perfect for accentuating her figure in a subconscious attempt, she tried to dress without over dramatizing her best features to ensure professionalism for work but it just added for him, to seek them out. She hadn't even noticed his face struggling to keep composed.. "That machine's always trying to screw me over, could you pretty please take a look?.."
Mark couldn't tell if her voice went more husky when she had spoken the word 'please' and she just stood there awaiting an answer from him, if he would help her.
He thought he was would test the waters?
