'That's unusual' Beth thought as she turned the corner from the lift and walked towards her desk, 'Marc's not usually the type to stay late'.
A quick glance around the office confirmed that it was indeed late as nobody else was around.
Beth was only dropping in to grab her laptop after a quick after work drink with a colleague had turned in to a few and she'd decided that working from home the following day would be the best way to deal with the looming hangover.
"Hey" she said as Marc looked up and spotted her "you're here late".
"Month end" he replied knowing that would be explanation enough.
They had once worked closely together in the same team but had drifted apart in recent years save for the occasional work functions in which they drank too much and got a little flirty. In one of these functions Marc had once put his hand on her leg, hidden by the table. She in turn had whispered to him that the joke another colleague had made earlier in the night about fucking in the bathroom had turned her on.
Since then they had shared a few glances and smiles but hadn't found themselves in the situation where anything more could eventuate. She'd thought about him though, more than once as she lay in bed with her hand between her thighs.
She grabbed her laptop and started heading back towards the elevator. Halfway there she glanced over at Marc again. He was looking right at her, his eyes lingering on her legs that were exposed by the too short skirt that she didn't usually wear to the office.
She smiled and called out "don't work too hard" as she veered away from the elevator and turned in to the bathrooms. Beth was in a strange mood that evening, the perfect mix of bored and tipsy. She walked into the bathroom, let her hand linger on the door handle briefly and removed it without engaging the lock on the door.
A minute passed by, followed by another and Beth quickly began to feel silly. Glancing in the mirror she fixed up her hair, grabbed her bag and headed back out.
As she opened and stepped through the door she nearly collided in to Marc's chest but he grabbed her shoulders to prevent the impact. They both paused for a moment then suddenly his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding.
He pushed against her and she stumbled backwards into the bathroom. He briefly released her to turn and lock the door behind them and she took a tentative step backwards towards the wall. Sure she'd fantasized about this moment but she never expected it to actually happen so now what?
In a split second he had closed the gap between them, and she found herself pressed up against his body again. Instinctively she tried to step backwards but found she had run out of room and was now pressed up against the wall.
He kissed her neck and took one of her slender wrists in his hand and lifted her arm above her head. Seconds later he repeated the move with her other arm, raising it up and tightly locking both wrists in one of his hands.
With her arms trapped and the weight of his body against her she was pinned in place unable to move. As he pushed his mouth against hers again, she struggled a little against her constraints testing her ability to get away if she needed to. But he was strong. Not in that artificial gym way but in a natural manly way. Like someone who spent hours doing physical work like chopping wood and not working in an office. In fact, she'd caught herself staring at his tanned, muscular arms across a meeting room quite a few times, imagining just this scenario of being forced against a wall.
But now it felt naughty, something she shouldn't be doing, and she questioned whether she could really go through with it. Despite this she knew she was kissing him back now, mouth wide and dissolving into the moment. Her breathing got deeper and she could feel her knees buckling beneath her as tingling pleasure spread across her body.
She kicked off her shoes to regain some balance. She was petite and even in heels he towered over her. She rose up on to her toes to get the elevation needed and hungrily placed her mouth upon his again. They kissed, first long and deep, and then playful, tongues dancing around each other's mouth.
As she gently bit his bottom lip things stepped up a gear and he pressed his body hard into hers. Grabbing her right leg with his free hand he hitched her knee up and she wrapped her leg around him. She grabbed him closer, feeling the hard shaft straining against his jeans and pressing into her upper thigh. It felt good but it wasn't enough, so she wrenched her arms free of his hand and wrapped them around his neck. She sprung up and circled his waist with her other leg shifting her body against him until her pussy was positioned firmly against his cock.
The proximity was clearly driving him wild and any resolve he had to limit this to a relatively harmless kiss was fast disappearing. His hand drifted upwards towards her chest seeking out her small but shapely breasts and he lightly flicked his thumb across one of her nipples until it pressed hard against her shirt.
She unwrapped her legs and lowered her feet back to the floor as his other hand grasped at her hemline. "I don't know if I can do this" she breathed as he pushed her skirt up and the seriousness of the situation kicked in. "Really Marc, this is bad" she uttered but his hand kept moving towards its target.
"I think you like it bad" he responded grinning as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy "your panties are soaked".
She felt her face flush, embarrassed that he knew how turned on she was by the scenario. But she didn't have time to reflect too deeply on it as his fingers continued their mission, gently scooping the fabric of her underwear to one side. He used a single finger to draw a line, tantalizing slowly across her wet opening until he reached the tiny bud of pleasure that made her shudder.
He drew tiny slow circles around her clit as she moaned softly. She'd given up all resistance now and he knew that. Any further forcefulness wasn't required, it was just for fun.
He looked her squarely in the eyes and said simply and confidently "I want to eat your pussy".
He paused briefly before adding "I want to taste you".
He scooped up her body and carried her across the room to the vanity, gently setting her down upon it. He fell to his knees with his hands on her thighs for stability. He hooked his index fingers around each side of her panties and pulled them down her legs and over her feet before letting them fall to the ground beneath him. Moving his hands back to her knees he slowly spread her legs, his eyes fixed on the spot that her panties had recently covered.
As she revealed herself to him he could feel his erection getting rock hard. He moved closer and she could feel his warm breath against her skin for a few moments until suddenly his mouth was on her. His tongue traced a line around her pussy, first slowly then quicker. He alternated between tiny circles and tormenting her by taking his time to draw long sweeping lines, each time stopping just short of her clit.
"Please" she uttered but he ignored her.
"Please" she spat out again "please don't stop there".
