The first thirty-two years of Mark Sullivan's life had not come easy. Whether personally or professionally, Mark had to work - and work hard - to make things happen.
Over time, Mark didn't view this as anything other than normal, and so he accepted what came his way with an innate understanding that somehow he had earned it.
So, imagine his surprise when the sexy twenty-two year old intern named Rachael Bannister - who coincidentally happened to be his boss's daughter - walked into his office during the third week of October and began stripping off her clothes.
Several weeks prior, just after Rachael had begun her internship, he had hooked up with her after spending several hours together drinking during the weekly Friday evening happy hour his team engaged in. Those were always a fun time and Rachael had been immediately invited and accepted by the team.
While that initial sexual experience had been great for both of them, they had each been so inebriated that their memory of the event was hazy and incomplete. Neither Mark nor Rachael had definite recollections about what had happened - except that they had fucked.
As they worked in a call center environment within a very prestigious corporation in Plano, Texas - north of Dallas - neither Mark nor Rachael were in a position to pursue anything further, especially considering her father determined Mark's professional fate.
And, in the era of #metoo, Mark had to be particularly careful about how he acted and what he said in the work environment. Being assertive, or even mildly suggestive, toward female colleagues could be perceived in an inappropriate way. Since Rachael reported to him, and he reported to her father, Mark had to be even more careful.
Although, honestly, there had never really been any opportunity for them to pursue anything further. In fact, on most days they barely saw each other.
However, as this particular day was winding down, and team members quietly and quickly left for the day, it was only Mark and Rachael left in their little corner of the world.
The digital clock on the wall displayed 5:43pm as Mark sat at his desk finishing some paperwork and organizing his notes from a meeting he had attended that afternoon. That was when Rachael walked in and closed the door behind her.
She stood about five feet four inches in height, had short, dirty blond hair and pale blue eyes that sparkled radiantly when she smiled. Racheal had a small chest but, from what Mark could remember, they were each a perfect little handful.
As someone who was ten years older, Mark never expected anything to materialize despite the fact that he found her attractive. There were always a number of attractive young interns running around, or newly hired employees fresh out of college, running around the company.
But, in addition to her petite physical attractiveness, Rachael possessed a sharp mind and a bubbly personality that only complimented her overall sexiness. She also had a rather infectious laugh that was captivating -- qualities she seemed to have inherited from her dad. No wonder he was the district manager.
Still, Mark had no reason to expect anything would develop between the two of them. But everything changed at that happy hour when they talked at length and realized they shared much in common.
And, it quickly became obvious that Rachael found Mark attractive too, which is probably why they ended that night back at Mark's apartment with Rachael on her knees sucking his pole until he busted a nut inside her mouth.
With hardly any effort at all, Mark had scored with a young, attractive woman and, upon initial thought, the opportunities seemed endless. But, aside from that one night, Mark and Rachael had kept things platonic and cordial. They were professional.
Which, again, is why Mark was absolutely stunned when Rachael walked into his office, turned and locked his door and shut off the lights.
As he looked up, Rachael was twirling the rod that closed his blinds, darkening the office even more but ensuring complete privacy should anyone happen to walk by.
"I want you to fuck me Mark," she whispered out loud, removing her fluffy light pink sweater.
Reaching behind her, Rachael unclipped the black silk bra she was wearing to let it slide down her arms and expose her chest.
Despite the fact that Mark's cock was crawling down his leg and his heart started racing, he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. Although, as Rachael slipped out of her pumps and unzipped her pants he increasingly found that he didn't give a fuck about anything else.
"Let's go," he said, standing up and untucking his crisp white dress shirt.
Rachael beamed at him, full of fun and mischief. "I've wanted you for several weeks and I'm tired of waiting and being professional." She slithered out of her pants, kicked them aside, and yanked down her green silk panties to reveal a nicely shaved pussy. She was now completely naked and walking toward him.
When she approached, Rachael lifted herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him passionately on the mouth, wrapping him with her naked body. She could feel his hardness pressing into her, which only made her want him more.
From the moment Rachael first laid eyes on Mark she wanted him. Of course, as a young, twenty-two year old she was constantly horny and almost always surrounded by sex.
Working at the same company where her father was a member of upper management presented many opportunities, but also many challenges. There were a number of handsome and eligible men around, but she had her sights set on Mark and was determined to make something happen.
He had a slim build and the warmest, kindest eyes she had ever seen. Mark stood over six feet tall, had dark brown hair and was always well put together and groomed. It was no wonder that many of the young women in the call center found him attractive. This was all the more reason she wanted to fuck him.
She had absolutely loved their first encounter, swallowing his cock and drinking his semen before Mark fucked her twice. It had been wonderful and something she was eager to repeat.
After several weeks of playing nice and being respectful, Rachael's pussy yearned for Mark. She had decided just that very morning on the drive into work that she wasn't leaving that day before she felt his hard meat inside of her again.
Reaching up, Rachael unbuttoned and peeled off Mark's shirt before running her hands over his smooth, slim chest. She was so wet her juices were practically dripping from her cunt but she wanted to savor every second she had with him.
When his shirt fell to the floor, Rachael unbuckled his pants and slid them down before wrapping her right leg around him. She pulled him tightly into her while she opened her mouth and slipped her wet tongue inside of his.
