MARK
Written by Tharzan ©

 Over the course of the few months Mark had been employed by the Harlow Corporation (the first name in reliability!), he had come to the conclusion that Stephanie was one of the "those" women. Evil, wicked women... a testament to man's vulnerability. Turning onto Michigan Ave., the constraints of the workweek were finally beginning to subside. In the stop and go pulse of the traffic, his mind couldn't help but wander. Stephanie never dressed particularly provocative, thanks to Harlow's dress code. The knee length skirts with matching blazer certainly weren't from the Victoria's Secrets line - but there was something about the way she wore them which piqued his interest. His favorite was when she would lean down to reach some elusive bottom-drawer file. The conservative dress would suddenly lose its reservations as the heart-shaped fullness of her ass showed - for precious few seconds - against the fabric. Mark let out a groan, as much for the tedious yellows and reds of the lights as for the unattainable fruits at the office. But it was Friday, and in just a short while, a couple glasses of scotch would wash all the workday blues away. One quick shower and a clean set of clothes later, Mark parked among the ample crowd of cars at O'Reily's Pub. Larger than a usual pub, O' Reily's was quietly lit, so no matter how bustling it was, there was always a welcoming air to be found inside. Within minutes, Mark had slid onto a stool - scotch in had, elbow propped against the bar - and let his eyes seek out a bit of fun. He settled up on the antics of two twenty-something blondes. Mark watched, with a voyeuristic pleasure, as the girls played couples at the pool
table. >From the sidelines, the game was so obvious... the women always went for the far shots, causing them to have to stretch over the corner, maintaining their innocence as their dresses reached to heavenly heights. "Mark, what a surprise." The voice knocked him from his blonde trance. "What?" His head turned to meet the greeter, and abruptly stopped in its tracks. Stephanie. In a bar? "I said, what a surprise. I didn't know you came here," she smiled, her brunette locks so full as they caressed her shoulders. "Mind if I join you?" Nodding, and saying something as overzealous as "sure", Mark discretely took her in. The dress was still not as short as he would have preferred, but high enough to want to see more. He bought her a fuzzy navel and the conversation began to flow. Work gripes... how nice it was to finally get away for a little while... you're married, right? No, oh, I could have sworn.... As she spoke, her hand would touch against his knee for effect; Mark could feel a slight spark each time. One of those women... the kind that made a man want to beg for more. And she did it with such ease! Was it chance that her dress exposed a bit more thigh when she crossed her legs, happenstance that the lighting traced along her silhouette, further accentuating already enticing breasts? He doubted it. "You live around here, don't you?" she asked, almost too innocently. "Yeah... a few blocks down," he wanted to say more, so much more, but Monday would be bitch enough without having to apologize for his misinterpretations. Stephanie laughed softly, almost reading his mind, "and how long does a girl have to wait for an invitation?". This time he didn't need her touch to have the point driven home.
Stepping out from the bar, the warm night air seemed to urge him on. As they walked, his arm slid along her waist, settling on the cure of her hip. His fingertips hungered to touch more. When they reached the car, Stephanie turned. Pressing her hands against his belt, her red lips brush along his neck, until he caught them with his mouth. Her tongue slipped across his lips, teasing him to follow. Mark could feel the ache swelling in his pants, the more she suckled at this lips, the more tempted he was to set her on the hood and take her, right in the parking lot, for all to see. Slipping away from him slowly, Stephanie stepped into the car. Mark's head whirled as he made his way around to the driver's door. The pang below his belt seemed to reverberate into his brain, every sense pleading to be fed. He could maintain his composure until they reached his place, but once inside he couldn't promise a careful removal of her dress. As he pulled onto the street, Stephanie snuggled very close, her palm venturing up his thigh. Mark inhaled sharply when her hand finally reached his cock. "Oh, it doesn't feel good yet," she purred, fingertips tugging at his zipper. Licking at his earlobe, Stephanie freed his now throbbing prick from its jean bondage. "Mmm, you're so hard," her soft hand petting along the rigid shaft. Fighting back the urge to explode in her hands, mark continued to make his way to the house. Sheer torture... her mouth against his earlobe, her hands pumping him to new heights. He didn't bother zipping up when they finally reached the sanctuary of his garage.With the door closing behind them, Stephanie slithered on top of him. A rabid heat seemed to spur her as she pulled his hands around her. Mark's fingers grabbed at her ass, pulling her against him. In response, she pulled her dress, exposing garter belts and panties - all the things he had imagined would be beneath those stuffy suits. It was obvious they needed more room. Practically tripping over himself in the excitement, Mark stepped out of the car, helping her out and against him. Pushing up her dress a little more, he stooped to kiss along her navel. Firm, yet soft, with a little curve his tongue traced up to her chest. Finally she removed the dress completely her white breasts bared with a bounce. His mouth caught them immediately. Puckered nipples suckled in his warm mouth. Moans escaped her, as his mouth nursed on those supple mammories. Gripping her back, and then down to her bum, his fingertips longed for more. From the nipples, over her breasts, to her neck, his mouth lapped every inch until he returned to her mouth. Hands squeezed at her ass, pulling her with him, turning her back to the car. Mark lifted her slightly, setting her on the hood. Leaning back slightly, Stephanie wiggled free from her panties, until they were tossed off with a flick of the ankle. Starving for her taste, Mark buried his mouth onto her thigh. Trying to relish, but wanting to devour, he nibbled along her, stretching his tongue to brush the wet lips of her pussy. He began to map her aching muff with one long lick, waiting to hear her breath catch. When he felt the quiver course through her body, his tongue dove inside. Her tunnel tightened as he lapped at her juices. Stephanie's hands came down instinctively, fingers running through his hair, pulling his eager mouth deeper to her pleasure Her wetness and her tightness... the ache in his groin could no longer be ignored. Pressing on top of her, Mark touched the head of his cock against the moistened lips between her thighs. Stephanie pulled him to her, bringing his mouth to her own. As she tasted herself on his lips, Mark gently pushed inside. Soft, moist and warm, her cunt seemed to suckle at his thickness. He felt her pussy yield to his entrance, opening her further with a soft pump. Stephanie's kisses became ravenous, lips pressing and sucking, nibbling and nearly biting as he began to drive into her womb. The faster he pumped, the harder she met his strokes, her honey-like wetness almost sloppy against his cock. Deeper, harder... breathlessly pleading, she writhed beneath him. Her pussy enveloped him, quivering and tightening until the grip would have hurt - had it not felt so good. He stiffened as he felt her heighten, holding back the throbbing explosion in his balls. He had to time it... her legs encircling, her fingernails almost digging... he held it until her lungs were almost screaming. Her hips bucked, and the seed burst from him, jolting deep inside of her. They collapsed into each other, bodies brimming with sweat, muscles exhausted, lips attempting kisses between gasps for air. Keeping Stephanie against him as he stood, Mark couldn't help but think that maybe Mondays wouldn't be so bad after all.