Carmen loved to read. Anything she could get her hands on would satisfy her craving for more books. However, her favorite stories were juicy, romantic, steamy stories. Ones where gorgeous hardworking men would do anything for the woman that caught their eye.
She was a beautiful mocha skinned woman who was quite petite standing just above five feet. And being a bit on the tiny side she also had an attraction to men who were on the shorter side. Men she could look in the eye without breaking her neck. Which was why she was hiding behind the blinds in the office watching the cute Mexican men outside tending to the landscaping.
This was one of her secret pleasures in life. Standing here imagining one of them would notice her and treat her just like the women in her favorite books were treated. That they would take her away and devour her in passion and tenderness both. In her fantasy it was the wild & crazy taking that she thought more about than anything else.
She didn't really believe she was beautiful (whether people told her so or not). And feeling a bit "less" she always tried to hide in the background. Why let yourself be noticed just to find you're lacking? So here she stood in the lobby of the office early in the morning. There was a really hot man not 10 feet away from her who didn't even know she was there. He stripped off his shirt, wiped his brow and kept right on shoveling mulch into the bushes.
Now that was a man, she thought to herself. She let herself imagine for just a minute what it would be like to walk outside and let him know she was there. Would he be startled and tell her to go away? Probably. But ignoring the probably she moved her restless hands over her body for a moment wondering just how his rough hands would feel over her skin.
She must have made some noise while playing through her fantasy because she opened her eyes to see him standing in front of the window trying to look in. Thankful for the blinds she started to back away and tripped over one of the chairs that was behind her. Crashing back forward into the window not only hurt her head. But also her pride. And of course, crashing into the window meant disturbing the blinds that acted as her protection.
The man she'd been watching earlier now ran to around to the front door and let himself in. With his thick accent he tried to ask if she was alright but she couldn't seem to form any coherent thoughts or words. It was horrible. This man that she loved to watch was now kneeling over her running his hands everywhere... and he was just concerned. There was no passion... and she was all but glowing red from embarrassment.
However, no matter how embarrassed she was her body was reacting to the hands touching her face, arms, legs and everything else. Cursing herself again for wearing such flimsy clothes on a day like today she looked down to see her nipples standing to attention and poking through her blouse.
He seemed to notice as well and his hands stopped all movement. His eyes met hers and she blushed even more. Again, she seemed to be without words as he suddenly lifted her small body, carried her out the front door and took her to the van that the landscaping company had parked out front.
About ten feet from the van she finally found her voice. "What are you doing? Put me down. I don't even know who you are." She started to kick and writhe around but he just held her tighter and didn't let her go.