He stood watching from afar, her beauty always captivated him. Did she ever see him he wondered, did she ever notice him? Occasionally she would look up and catch him staring, she would smile but he would dip his head quickly in embarrassment. Cursing himself for fantasizing about a woman so clearly out of his league. He guessed she smiled only in politeness, knowing she would never have the slightest interest in him.
The day before the work Christmas party, He walked in to the stationary area and found her stood waiting for the photocopy machine to finish. He needed some supplies from the other side of the room. Unfortunately for him, the room was narrow and he couldn't get past without first speaking to the goddess before him.
Seeing him, she flashed a smile, god he found that intoxicating. The way her lips curled and eyes twinkled, he was sure there were unspoken words but couldn't for the life of him think what. So, putting it down to politeness he did his best to smile back through his awkwardness.
"Are you okay, Mark?" She asked. Her voice like silk and honey. He couldn't believe she knew his name. To Mark, she was some unobtainable mythical figure that could never show interest in a worthless guy like him.
"Um, er, yeah. Thanks. You?" Tripping over his words and thoughts of the lady before him, Mark struggled like a love sick teenage boy trying to ask a girl out for the first time.
"Can, er, can you pass me a pen please?"
A pen? Really? A pen? Is that the best I can do?
The thoughts went through his mind as she smiled again reaching for a pen.
"Here you go," she said softly handing it to him. Mark didn't look he was desperate to get away, not wanting to make any more of a fool of himself than he had already.
He tried to take the pen, but instead found himself holding her soft small hand in his. Looking up, their eyes met, she still smiled has he held her hand. He could feel small jolts of electricity passing from her skin.
Not thinking for a second, Mark leant forward and brushed his lips against hers. To his shock, she didn't pull away or slap him. Standing back, he released her hand, turned and walked from the room.
"Mark?" She was calling him. He just knew he was about to get it and end up sacked for sexual harassment.
Turning back, he forced his eyes to look at her. "Yeah." He whispered.
"Are you coming to the party tomorrow night?" Her voice soft and full of, something. Mark either couldn't tell what or didn't want to hope.
"I thought I might stick my head in for a few minutes, yeah" he said nonchalantly.
"Good, well make sure you come find me." Walking out, she brushed past him, just the gentlest of touches, but the volumes it spoke sent Mark's head spinning.
By the time he could think of a response, she was long gone and mark was left trying to make sense of what had just happened. It even went through his mind that it didn't happen, that maybe he had made it up in his own head. Either way, he knew that he would be going to the party, and he would be looking for his lady.
His lady
? That was how he thought of her.
So, Mark, the office wimp and doormat had just made a move on the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He was still in shock she hadn't slapped him. It had been many years since he had had any self-confidence with women. As a younger man, Mark had been very outgoing, he had been a different man altogether. But he thought people wouldn't like or understand who he used to be and so had become the quiet shy man and didn't really know how to be anything else. He had spent so much time and effort being who everyone saw, it would take a major jolt or lifechanging event to change him to his true self again.
The following day, he avoided any contact with her. He didn't have a clue what to say or how to act so went for the ignore and become invisible option.
The day came to an end. Mark was finishing up when the rest of the office began to disappear. He watched from the corner of his eye as the last few women gathered their things. She was one of them so head down, Mark tried to be oblivious. Until he heard the conversation.
"Come on Liz, let's go." That was Donna, the office gossip.
"One sec, I just forgot something. I'll see you outside." That was his lady.
Head down, mark did everything to ignore the conversation until he felt hands on his shoulders. Jumping slightly, he looked to see the office completely empty. He knew she was behind him. It was her hands moving over his shoulders, rubbing gently.
He could hear her voice. "Are you still coming tonight, Mark?"
Swallowing, Mark found his voice. "Um yep, yeah. I'll be there."
"That's good. Could you do me one favour before I go though, I just need a hand with something really quick?" He felt her hands leave his shoulders, her warmth instantly gone.
Turning his chair, Mark stood. He was face to face with her, he hadn't realised how close they were until he stood. Smiling, she looked deep into his eyes.
"I just need you to kiss me again, will you- "
She never finished her sentence. Mark kissed her. Gently at first. Her lips moved on his. On instinct, he reached his hands up and cupped her face. Liz's lips parted as their kiss became more urgent. Mark could feel her body close the gap and push up against his. Her breast squashed against his chest as he felt one leg slip between his. She must have felt his hard desire as his tongue invaded her mouth.
Her arms were around him, his hand slipped down and cupped her ass pulling her even closer, tighter against him. Their kiss was like nothing mark had felt, he could feel a connection with her. It was instant, he poured his passion into her.
Breathing hard, Liz broke the kiss and stepped back, her face flushed. "My god, Mark. Nobody has ever kissed like that before. Find me tonight, please."
Turning she left Mark alone. Once again, he was left stunned, unsure what was happening and what to think. Licking his lips, he could still taste her, he could still feel her body against his. A feeling was stirring deep inside, a feeling that Mark had not felt for many years. It was a feeling, a desire he had fought to hide and forget. He tried to force it down. But it, like him had had a taste and wanted more. Mark knew the evening ahead was on a collision course with him and for the first time in many years yearned to be set free. It was a concern, but Mark was certain that he could control himself and his urges. He decided that he wouldn't give in to the darkness within, the darkness he had fought so hard to suppress over the years.
Showering, changing into a simple shirt and jeans, Mark left his flat and caught a taxi into town where he would join the party at a bar. He got out the cab a few streets away from the bar so that he could use the walk to gather his thought. And nerves if truth be told. He couldn't shake a feeling that Liz was somehow playing with him. What if she was teasing the office wimp to build him up then humiliate him in front of everyone. He pushed that thought aside. Sure, he didn't really know her but he just knew she wasn't like that.
Passing a group of vocal locals, he stopped outside the bar and looked up at the neon sign above the door that simply read 'The Place'. Mark smiled,
let's hope it is the place
, he thought as he ignored the comments from the locals and opened the door.
The noise hit first, followed by the intense heat of all the bodies crammed into the room. Mark did a quick scan in hopes of finding Liz, but soon gave up. It was just too packed. He wondered how the hell he was meant to find one person in a place like that. Well, first things first, he needed a drink. Taking nearly fifteen minutes to fight his way to the bar, Mark ordered a pint of cider and a double shot of whiskey.
Downing half the cider and knocking the whisky back, Mark stood with his back to the bar and began to survey the people around. He hoped to spot Liz in the crowd. He didn't see her, he didn't see anyone he recognised. He was sure that he was in the right place. The office email had said he was in the right place.
"Mark." Hearing his name, Mark spun around and found himself facing his boss. "What you doing out here, we got the hall out the back. That's where the real party is at."
Nodding, Mark followed his boss through the crown and spotted the door ahead marked 'private functions'. Walking into the spacious hall, he took in the sight that greeted him.
To his left was the bar, complete with a young lady behind it. Her blouse was undone at least two buttons more than it should have been allowing for her huge breasts to be on display for all. Smirking at the blatant attempt for attention, he moved forward. Tables were all around the hall with a massive dance floor in the centre. At the far end was the DJ stand where some guy was talking mindless crap into the mic ruining the music that was playing. Eventually he shut up, he must have realised that no one could understand him anyway. That or they just didn't give a shit and just wanted to dance.
Finishing his pint, Mark turned the bar, he thought to get another drink then find Liz.
"Wotcha drinkin hansum?"
Great!
He thought.
Real classy
. Fitting the fake smile he used at work, mike turned to the barmaid. "Whiskey please, love."
"Anyfing else for ya?" She asked through the gum in her mouth and leant forward onto the bar. Mark thought about stepping back in case her breasts got free as they were threatening to. He looked at them then up into her face. She may have been pretty if not for the ton of badly applied make up. "No thanks, just the drink."
She looked a little disappointed as she took his money but winked and told him he knew where she was if he changed his mind.
Yeah, me and every other guy in here
. He thought walking away towards the dance floor. Stopping, near the edge of the dance floor, Mark spotted her.
Fuck me,
was the only thought as he took in what he saw.
From the red high heels, up the long shapely leg to were her dress started at mid-thigh he looked. A tight red dress that clung to her like a second skin. It hugged her ass, he watched as she moved. A long 'V' showed of her cleavage, it plunged deep, almost to her stomach. Her breasts weren't huge, but she was perfect. She could move, boy could she move. Arms in the air she danced very close to another girl Mark hadn't seen before. He just stared.
Liz's whole body was alive as it moved and gyrated with the music. It was a part of her. She moved even closer to the other girl and turned her back. Pushing her ass into the other woman, she leant back, still moving as the other woman took her hips. The swayed and moved together, hands everywhere. Turning to face her dance partner, Liz was so close. They could have been lovers. Mark was oblivious to everything else in the room as he watched them. Moving together, their bodies one. Liz had one leg between the other woman's as they gyrated and moved.
Like a spell broken, the song changed and the women came apart. Turning, Liz spotted him, the smile was not only instant, it was genuine and beautiful. She left the dance floor and went straight to him.
"Mark, you came."
