She was delicious, delicate, slight, fragile, beautiful, delightful, pretty and bright.. her sweet, smiling face framed by her soft red mop.
He thought of her as his Elf, his Poppy and he wanted to protect her, to love her, to cherish her. She was natural and spontaneous and her beauty attracted all men. He had feelings for her. But she was married and she was his colleague working at the front desk.
So he flirted with her all the time. And... she flirted back in her sweet, fun way. He could read through her and see the emotions bubbling within her, feelings she hardly suspected existed. She liked his company, she said and giggled at him in that adorable way of hers. He was 20 years her elder, the same age as her mother, in fact and he joked about how he could even be her mother!
One day he invited her for lunch and she accepted. He felt so good having this tête à tête with his beautiful, elven-woman-child. And so, once in a while they would have lunch together - just across from work -and the rest of the world could gossip. But they didn't care - they both rather enjoyed it, in fact.
Each morning they would embrace four times on the cheeks - à la française - which was normal as they were in France. But he was an English man living in France and she was French. He was tall, imposing, dominant and eccentric and had a wicked sense of humour and she loved being teased by him. But she would give back as much as she took.
She wasn't really a flirt and a tease - she was just pretty and friendly and open and attracted men around her as a beautiful flower attracts bees. But with Garth there was... something.
Sometimes, when she were alone in the morning at the desk and she saw him through the double glass doors about to enter the building, she would start to loose her breath. "Hello," she would croak at him as he strolled in, smiling at her, make some comment, she beams at him, he goes behind the desk where they would gently place their hands on each other's arms as they kiss sensually four times on the cheeks. Attracted like two magnets.
They were just male and female colleagues who liked each other's company.
Throughout the day he would often find himself up at the front desk for one reason or another and as he teased her he could sometimes feel her blushing as her eyes avoided his. Other times she would boldly hold his look, her brown eyes locked into his green ones for timeless seconds, their souls making love behind the scenes.
If she had been a sparrow she would have willingly flown into his big hands knowing he could cup her or crush her with his power and this unformulated reality was what was pulling them together.
She had two children and a business man husband who was too busy building his business to spend much time with his trophy wife and she had never really thought about whether she were happy or not. Suddenly here was this man who made her heart flutter whenever she saw him, who looked at her with a depth she had never known. They were just friends, colleagues who got on well and she enjoyed working with him and showing him how good she was at her job.
She didn't know it - or wouldn't admit it to herself - but she was falling in love with him. This was not possible because she was married and had never cheated on her husband.
And then it happened. one evening as he was leaving, having spent a few minutes joking and flirting with her interspersed with serious work-related remarks (the sort of heady chat that made her feel light, silly and good all at the same time) he went round the desk for their good-bye cheek kisses and there he was holding her pretty face in his hands and kissing her on her soft lips. It only lasted an eternal second before she forced herself away, breathless and confused. She had hidden from herself her emotions for this man. She was taking herself by surprise. Her feelings had ambushed her reason and her whole body tingled as he continued to hold her by the shoulders with his firm, sure hands. She melted into his chest and sighed, ecstatically confused.
He stared into her soul and then wished her a good weekend and left, turning round to smile and wink at her.
That weekend she was in such a good mood that she didn't even get annoyed with her mother-in-law! She had fun with her kids and found herself wanting her husband more than usual. Of course, from time to time, she thought of Garth and even mentioned him two or six times. She found herself thinking of The Kiss and her mixed emotions. And in the middle of Saturday night she awoke from a torrid dream and masturbated, lying next to her snoring husband. She started to remember the last time they had made love but her mind kept slipping back to Garth. She wanted to think of her husband making love to her but Garth kept returning, kissing her, holding her, undressing her, mauling her body, biting into her flesh, pounding into her with his big hard cock and she came so hard she bit into her bottom lip making it bleed. She licked at the warm, salty blood as she panted and slowly sank back into a dreamless sleep.
Throughout Sunday - at the market, preparing lunch for the in-laws, during lunch and the traditional digestive stroll through the forest in the afternoon she was in an incredibly good mood. She was generally a happy person but that day she was like a little girl on Christmas Eve. Even her grumpy husband couldn't break her out of her mood. She was affectionate, loving, caring, funny and felt as high as a kite but she'd only drunk a couple of glasses of wine with lunch!
"What's got into you?" her husband enquired as she wrapped herself around him in bed that night, sucking on his cock and then riding him to orgasm. She awoke early on Monday morning - before the alarm clock went off - and was feeling horny again. She had been dreaming a very strange dream. Or was it a nightmare? She had been blindfolded and tied up and raped by a big, powerful man. He had hit her, pushed her, bit her, slapped her, misused her and abused her. he had been calling her names: slut, whore, common trash, adulteress, fucking little cunt... Why was she feeling horny? Her pussy was burning and her fingers quickly released the orgasm that was quivering inside of it. She immediately went back to sleep and awoke with the radio-alarm, half an hour later, feeling fresh and eager to go to work.
Garth wasn't there that morning. Where was he? She casually enquired as to his whereabouts to the woman he shared an office with - his boss, actually, but also his very good friend.
"He's an holiday for the week, didn't you know?"
"Eh... Oh, I'd forgotten, yes..." Her disappointment showed as she sighed. "I'm going to miss him," she said spontaneously.
The week dragged on and each day she expected him to turn up, smiling at her, but he didn't. Her mind was full of him during the day and at night she continued to have the strange rape dreams and wake up feeling horny. Sometimes it was her husband abusing her but more and more she realised that it was Garth who was using her in her dream. He was hard, brutal, dominant and nasty with her. The dreams were becoming more vivid and real. When she awoke all her senses could remember each humiliating detail...
How he had slapped her, pushed her away as she was trying to be nice to him. She had bought him a cappuccino from the machine and he poured it over her clothes in font of everybody. It was hot and the frothy cream ran down her cleavage. She was humiliated and upset and he just laughed at her. She begged his forgiveness and he kissed her on the lips and roughly fondled her body. In her dream there were lots of people around the desk and they were all staring at her and Garth. She was blushing and begging him not to do this to her, to stop humiliating her this way but she was so wet, so hot. It was the coffee running down between her legs...
