It had been weeks since Marcus had met Laura at the hotel in Lexington, but the memory of it still gave her chills...his touch, his smell, his kiss. Although he had been to her office a few times since, he seemed distant. And invariably someone would come into the guidance office and prevent them from being alone. Sure, they might steal a glance or a smile, but Laura longed to have her arms around Marcus' strong neck and taste his sweet kiss again.
She'd always heard, and hated, the expression "once you go black, you'll never go back," hating it because of the generalization that all black men are sexually the same. Laura despised preconceived notions about people based on sex, religion, race, or anything else for that matter. And even though she had no prior experience with black men, her experience with white men had taught her that no two are the same, and that size wasn't always as important as knowing what to do with what you've got. But Laura had to admit to herself that after being with Marcus, it had been hard to find satisfaction with her husband. The sex between Marcus and Laura had been, after all, some of the best she'd ever experienced...better than even some of the best in her wilder, experimental college days. Since their encounter, she'd found herself fantasizing that she was with Marcus so that she could reach an orgasm with her husband more than once.
Marcus had trouble getting Laura out of his mind, as well. He wanted to forget. He was a married man, a decent man with a conscience, so he visited the school where she worked on a minimal basis, often calling the office for the information he needed instead of coming by as he had done in the past. But when he closed his eyes, it was as if he could smell the delicious scent of her, feel her soft hair against his chest as she lay on him, feel the softness of her lips and taste the sweetness of her kiss, feel her expert tongue swirling around his cock. It was maddening for him, trying to forget...
It was late one Thursday afternoon when Marcus Harrison realized he needed the attendance information for a juvenile cases he had coming up in court the next morning. He called the school but there was no answer in the office. "Damnit," he cursed to himself. Would he be so lucky as to find a custodian to let him into the building, and even then, could he get to the information he needed without the help of one of the office staff? It was worth a shot, he figured, so he made the drive across town to the school.
There were only a few cars in the school parking lot, so Marcus was relieved when he saw a custodian around the side of the building taking a break to smoke a cigarette. The custodian told Marcus that he thought Mrs. Jordan was the only one still at work. He entered the building with the custodian and headed to the office, feeling a mixture of both hesitation and excitement.
The main office door was wide open, but once inside, Marcus found that Laura's door was closed. He knocked and Laura's surprised voice inside answered, "Um, hold on just a second!" Before long, she opened the door just a small crack to see who was there. Her heart skipped a beat. "Hi, Marcus. What are you doing here so late?" she asked. As she began opening the door wider, it was apparent that she had been changing from her work clothes into something to wear to the gym. She was still barefooted, but otherwise dressed. "Come on in!" she told Marcus, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.
Marcus told Laura what he needed, and she quickly retrieved the information from her computer. She clicked "print" and walked the short distance to the printer. Standing with her back to Marcus waiting on the printer, Laura could feel his eyes watching her. She wanted him to take her right there in the office, drop to the floor, or perhaps on her desk. But should she make the first move? Luckily for Laura, she didn't have to. Marcus had had all he could take... her bare feet, the work clothes she'd taken off hanging over the back of her chair, the sweet smell of her perfume in the small space of her office.
Laura felt him move in behind her as she stood facing the printer. Marcus wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in the soft hair that hung to her shoulders. As he began kissing her neck from behind, Laura sighed with satisfaction and lust. Marcus lowered one hand to Laura's pussy that was rapidly becoming soaked, and the other under her shirt and bra to her breast, where he pinched her hardening nipple ever so gently. His breath on her neck was making her hotter than she had been since she was with him last. She turned her head to meet his mouth with hers, and kissed him long and hard.
