It was Friday, five o'clock in the evening when Sanura Moore sat at her desk shaking her head, looking bewilderedly at her computer screen. She just finished a report that had to be submitted to the vice president of product development, Adam Sheridan. She stepped away from her cubicle to run to the restroom a short distance down the hall. Upon returning to her desk, she sat down to review what she had written and found a blank screen. Sanura gasped as she tried to get the screen to come up by hitting the keyboard, but had no luck; the computer wasn't even on.
"Oh shit," softly escaped her lips, "Okay, don't panic. It's saved to the hard drive."
She got down on all fours to check the connections and found that the terminal had been un-plugged.
"What in the world?" she sighed and quickly plugged the cord back into the receptacle, wondering how it had come unplugged in the first place.
Sanura stood dusting her hands off on the sides of her navy blue skirt. She looked around to see if anyone else had a problem but no one seemed to notice her plight as they prepared to leave for the weekend. She peered over into the next cubicle where her new friend Madison Richards sat but she remembered that Madison left a few hours ago to get a jump-start on the weekend. Madison was Sanura's mentor of sorts, helping her to become acclimated to the culture of the company since her arrival 8 weeks ago.
Sanura switched on her computer and it restarted with no problem, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to retrieve her file. Her eyes scanned the list of saved documents, but found nothing of the file she had been working on. Her heart sank with disbelief regarding her vanished document.
"Oh noooo. It has to be here." Panic began to set in as she frantically looked repeatedly for the report under her documents icon. It was four pages of figures and information to be added to the VP's quarterly reports.
By now, it was five-thirty and Sanura was oblivious to the goodbyes and waves of her colleagues as they departed for the evening. Sanura heard a distinct laugh coming from the office of Adam Sheridan which was across the aisle from her cubicle, her heart raced and her palms became sweaty with the anxiety of having to re-type everything she had just completed in order to meet the deadline as promised. Sanura groaned with frustration and placed her head in her hands, she wanted to curse and cry.
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Adam sat in his office, contemplating his actions. The new administrative assistant, Sanura had been on his mind ever since she started working with his team 8 weeks ago. She was a very attractive African American woman with copper brown skin, large dark brown slanted eyes, and shoulder length dark brown hair. Her beauty did not end with her face; her personality was a magnet to him also. She seemed very quiet and rather shy, keeping to herself except when chatting with Madison and other associates and the occasional laugh would slip from her full sensual lips. She was very cordial with everyone including him. Sanura and Adam had only spoken briefly at times with the longest conversation occurring on her first day. The combination of her beauty, shyness, and sweet disposition made her a rather appealing puzzle that he wanted to solve. He could see her feet from under her cubicle and knew she was back at her desk. He wondered if she would seek help regarding the missing report. Would she seek his help?
She usually dressed rather conservatively in pantsuits; but that did not hide her attractive figure with full breasts and a slender waist. When he wasn't otherwise engaged, he enjoyed catching glimpses of her going about her routine. Today, she was dressed in a white collared elbow sleeved shirt with buttons up the front exposing her neck and the heart shaped gold pendant she usually wore, resting on her upper chest. Her shirt was tucked inside a navy blue pencil skirt, hitting her at her knees and seemed to make her waist look even smaller and ass look even more lethal. But the shoes - they were all wrong for this outfit, the heels were too low. She should have on stilettos to show off those toned brown legs.
The fantasies grew stronger in the recent weeks instead of waning as he had hoped. The fact that she was African American made no difference; he had dated black women before and enjoyed it. Actually he loved all women. But something about Sanura piqued his interest quite strongly.
He imagined seeing her bent over his desk. Her skirt would be hiked up around her waist, as one hand rested against his desk. Without hesitancy, she would take her other hand, using it to expose her swollen wet cunt for his pleasure.
"Come on, come get this pussy daddy," he would imagine her saying, pleading as she would delicately spread her moist lips enticing him with her dewy slit as her fingers played delicately with her moist folds. He'd be there standing behind her, one hand massaging the round cheeks of her ass and the other at the base of his cock poised to deliver the fuck they both needed.
He grew rigid, lost in his kinky thoughts. Underneath the desk, his hand gripped and stroked the hard on he had until the phone rang and snapped him out of his blissful daydream.
Sanura knew she would have to inform Adam regarding the misplaced file. She didn't really have much interaction with him. Sure, she would smile and greet him the usual good morning or hello but that was the extent of their interaction. Sanura was an introvert, quiet and rather shy; it was with trepidation that she made her way to his office. She saw Adam at his desk working at his computer, she paused before entering, clearing her throat,