It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the room as Susan, a 28-year-old paralegal, diligently typed away at her desk. Her curly hair cascaded down her shoulders, a rich auburn color that caught the light with every movement.
Across the room, a tall figure approached. It was Mark, a lawyer in his early thirties, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had always found Susan attractive, but never acted on it, respecting the professional boundaries of their workplace.
Today, however, something changed. perhaps it was the way Susan’s hair shone in the dim light, or the curve of her lips as she worked. Mark felt an overwhelming urge to run his fingers through her hair, to taste her lips.
He gathered his courage and walked over to her desk. “Susan,” he began, his voice low and steady. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”
Susan looked up, her eyes meeting Mark’s. She felt a sudden flutter in her chest, a warmth that spread through her body. “Yes, Mark?” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark took a deep breath. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”
Susan hesitated for a moment, surprised by the sudden invitation. But there was something in Mark’s eyes, a hunger that she couldn’t ignore. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I’d like that.”
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Susan and Mark exchanged shy glances as they worked, the tension between them growing with every passing hour.
Finally, it was time to leave. Mark walked Susan to her car, his hand brushing against hers as they said their goodbyes. “I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
Susan nodded, her heart racing. She watched as Mark drove away, then got into her car and headed home.
That night, Susan dressed in a red dress that hugged her curves, her hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. Mark arrived promptly at seven, his eyes widening as he saw her.
They went to a fancy restaurant, the candlelight casting a warm glow over their faces. They talked and laughed, their connection deepening with every passing moment.
As the night wore on, the conversation turned to more intimate topics. Mark leaned in, his hand brushing against Susan’s. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, a hunger that she couldn’t ignore.
Without a word, they left the restaurant and headed back to Mark’s apartment. As soon as they were inside, Mark pulled Susan close, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
Their clothes fell away, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time. Mark trailed kisses down Susan’s neck, his fingers teasing her nipples. Susan moaned, her hands running through Mark’s hair.
Mark knelt before Susan, his lips meeting her clit in a gentle kiss. Susan gasped, her hips bucking as Mark’s tongue explored her folds. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Mark stood, his cock hard and ready. He entered Susan slowly, her pussy wet and ready for him. She moaned, her hips meeting his in a rhythm as old as time.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Mark’s hands gripped Susan’s hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper. Susan cried out, her orgasm building with every stroke.
Mark felt Susan’s pussy clench around him, her orgasm triggering his own. He groaned, his cum filling Susan’s pussy.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent. Mark brushed a stray curl from Susan’s face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered.
Susan smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of Mark’s chest. “I’m glad you did,” she replied.
They lay there, their bodies entwined in a tangle of sheets and limbs. The night was still young, and they had much to explore. But for now, they were content to lie together, their bodies sated and their hearts full.
Mark’s cum dripped from Susan’s pussy, leaving a trail down her thigh. She reached down, her fingers tracing the wetness. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting Mark’s essence.
She smiled, her eyes meeting Mark’s. “I think I’m going to like this,” she whispered.
Mark grinned, his fingers tracing the curve of Susan’s breast. “I think I am too,” he replied.
And with that, they began their journey of passion and desire, a journey that would take them to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.
