Mark was struggling through the mid afternoon lethargy stage of his day. Working at his computer in his upstairs office he silently lamented the drawbacks of working from home – no colleagues to laugh with, have coffee breaks with and, most important of all, to flirt with. The half finished report on his computer screen hadn't altered for the last ten minutes and Mark began to doubt whether it was going to get any nearer completion in the next ten minutes.
His intensifying sense of boredom and frustration was suddenly interrupted by the ring of his door bell. Slightly startled he briskly rose and walked to the top of the stairs. Not expecting any visitors that day he speculated on who the caller could be as he descended the steps. He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman standing on his door step smiling broadly. The girl looked to be in her early twenties, about 5ft 4, with shoulder length brown curly hair and large bright eyes:
"Good afternoon sir," she exclaimed with energetic enthusiasm. "I'm so sorry to bother you this afternoon but I think you might be interested in what I have to offer."
Mark was in little doubt that she was correct as his gaze began to take in the fullness of her figure. As she began to explain how the call carrier company she worked for could reduce Mark's phone bills by a third, Mark felt the beginnings of activity in his boxers that was not in any way going to involve a reduction. His arousal began as he gazed on her glowing face but increased significantly as his eyes drank in her shapely figure. The girl recounted her sales pitch with perfection but Mark wasn't listening. She wore tight jeans, a casual jacket and a V-shaped top which tantilisingly exposed an inviting cleavage including more than a hint of her large breasts. Mark felt his cheeks burning and his cock uncomfortably erect in his pants but managed to drag his gaze away from her cleavage and back to her face in time for her to say:
"So, if you like, I can come in and help you get sorted out."
"Er, yeah, yeah, of course, come in," stammered Mark. He led her into the house and through the door into his lounge. His mind was awash with erotic images but he was determined to act as a gentleman. He hated the idea of being perceived by women as a slimey, creepy desperado and preferred to be overly detached rather than offer undesired advances. He therefore took a seat on the two seated sofa at the far end of the room leaving the larger nearer sofa as the obvious destination for the girl's shapely butt. He tried not to display his slight astonishment and deep pleasure when the girl sat down very close to him on the two seater. She crossed her legs and sat back enabling Mark to get a perfect view of her ample cleavage. Resting her clip board on her thigh she turned and smiled:
"I just need to take down a few details if that's okay," she quietly enquired in a soft warm tone.
"Sure," replied Mark. He had to clear his throat and look away. It was so difficult to hold her gaze without the impression that she was seeing every image that ran through his mind, images of intense sexual activity between their naked bodies.
"I love that picture," commented the girl looking above Mark's shoulder at a frame on the wall. "My boyfriend has the same print." Before Mark could contemplate the implications of this information she continued. "When I say boyfriend, I mean in the loosest sense."
Her smile seemed to grow and so did Mark's erection. "What do you mean by that?" managed Mark.
