Making an Exit
As the sunset cast elongated shadows on the living room, Marcy lounged on the couch, her attention drifting to the handpicked stack of mail on her lap. Her day had been a monotonous array of meetings, PowerPoints, and cookie-cutter exchanges - a rut she longed to escape from.
The fitted sundress that hugged her figure showcased her slender physique, lightly tanned from the spring rays, and she enjoyed the styling compliments of the dress, which accentuated her narrow waist and defined muscles. As someone who practiced disciplined health habits, meticulous about her diet and daily trips to the gym, the dress's revealing nature made her even more confident, recalling her teenage years of male admiration and validation.
Seeking to infuse her life with some excitement, Marcy intentionally chose to go panty-less for the day. While she doubted anyone would notice, she hoped that her choice would elicit a smile or some form of acknowledgment from her husband, Tom, upon his return home.
At the xerox machine, Marcy bent over, her dress inadvertently bunched up as she lifted a stack of papers from the bottom tray. Unexpectedly, she caught her boss, Rob, staring at her with unwavering attention. At that very moment, her thoughts turned promiscuous. Rob was undoubtedly rugged and attractive - a man who enjoyed his fitness and power in his position.
It was then that she decided to take control of the ambiguous situation. Skirting the edge of a potential confrontation, she kept her posture upright as she passed Rob on the way back to her office. In a game of mental domination, she met his gaze with a daring glance over her shoulder, taunting him as she traipsed down the hallway, sensing his visual attention on her every step. Subconsciously, she fantasized about the potential shock of losing her coolly-covered panties, reverberating under his strong gaze.
Her consideration of their shared actions aroused a maddening irritation and her hand instinctively slid in between her thighs, finding herself purposefully fondling her exposed pussy. Her hushed intent barely escaped her lips as a low moan slipped from her mouth, dousing the calm, functional environment in sudden excitement. The sudden shattering of her mind's lull revealed the fragility of her marriage to Tom. Their relationship was intrinsically lacking passion, spontaneity, and enticement, commonly known as "the fire."
This once creative, spontaneous duo, who once shared romantic evenings together, was now plagued by stress and shattered dreams. Tom was devoted to his manly body - a product of endless hours at work. Treating their home like a temporary lodging, he often yearned for respite by escaping for long days with his friends or at the office. Marcy recognized the transient state of their marriage, feeling unsatisfied and yearning for a sense of connection.
Returning to the confines of their home, Tom slouched onto the couch, dismissively engaging with a baseball game on television. Any notion of genuine interaction died with those opening words of greeting, leaving Marcy to serve as the provider of her own pleasure, stepping into the kitchen to prepare a late meal. Moments prior, Rob's call on her cell phone had distracted her, causing her to miss the call three times.
Rob posed as a friend and mentor, guiding Marcy through continuing education and securing job offers, but he quickly became a high-powered corporate presence and occasionally, a viewing admirer. This experience reminded Marcy of her earlier memories of power, control, and perhaps, more than just a friendly gaze from the man she still so admired.
She prepared herself to call Rob, hopeful he might suggest a social activity or question her on her whereabouts that evening. Caught in the middle of an imagined romantic scenario, her heart skipped a beat when the phone rang. With emphasis and urgency, Rob answered the phone, whispering into the receiver, "Marcy, Am I late?"
In the midst of her wishful thoughts, her wildest fantasies shattered, her mind reeled with disbelief.
"Hey! Good thing you called me back! I was trying to print out the brochure for our trade show tomorrow and suddenly, the file froze on me. It must be corrupted; I can't even open it again. Do you have a backup copy you can send me?"
Marcy sensed a tension in Rob's voice and realized he was under pressure. She searched her memory to see if she had the file saved on her desktop.
"No worries, Rob! The file's on my desktop. Do you want me to print it out now or can I bring it over tomorrow?"
Rob took a deep breath before replying, "If you could print it out tonight, that would be great. I need around 100 copies, and it won't be possible in the morning."
Marcy's excitement soared. She felt not only capable but also desirable in helping Rob overcome a problem.
"Definitely! I'll leave right away and be there in 15 minutes."
Marcy grabbed a snack bar and headed for the door. On her way out, Tom questioned her.
"Where are you headed?" he wondered.
"I need to get back to the office quickly. Rob needs a file from my computer before the end of the night."
"Rob? Can't he fetch it himself? And what about dinner?" Tom sounded annoyed, but Marcy was too enthusiastic to address his condescension.
"There are some leftovers in the fridge from last night. You can have dinner while you wait for me to return," Marcy replied, hurrying out of the house.
Marcy slid into her car and swiftly drove to the office. On her way, she nearly missed a stop sign and had to slam on the brakes, disrupting her racing thoughts. The sudden spinning of the car caused her to take a deep breath to calm herself down. What had come over her? She was heading back to the office to simply help a colleague, right? Why was she feeling as though her actions could change something between them?
As she approached the building, Rob paced impatiently in the bright lobby. In that moment, Marcy had an idea. She aimed to be the one in control for once and make Rob uncomfortable.
Turning confidently under the cover of the night, she strode past the shadowy path that lead to the entrance. As she entered the building, she could see Rob, waiting nervously. She decided to mess with him by playfully alluding to their recent, unintended encounters.
"I heard you were in a pickle without me," she joked, as she sauntered past him and glanced over her shoulder while smoothing her long brown hair.
To her surprise, Rob displayed a crack in his usual composure. He seemed to be struggling with his response.
"Yeah, I guess so..." he stuttered, regaining his composure to lead them to her workstation.
Once there, Marcy sat down and powered up the computer, looking for the missing file. While she searched, Rob leaned over her shoulder for a better view. She found the file and handed it to Rob.
"Great, I'm really grateful," he said, a bit off balance from her challenging behavior.
Aware of her newfound power, Marcy grinned as Rob glanced away. She was determined to flip the tables.
"Maybe," she said, "if we keep having these late-night work sessions, we'll have to grab dinner together."
Her words caused Rob to shift uncomfortably. She enjoyed seeing him react this way. What she hadn't expected, however, was the hint of a potential vulnerability within him.
It's remarkable, she thought, how one moment can create imminent change. And they hadn't even had dinner together yet. The thought excited her.
"Look what I've found!" she exclaimed, elated to locate the crucial file and be the one to resolve the issue. She turned her head naturally, only to notice his face close to hers. To her astonishment, his gaze didn't seem focused on the monitor anymore; instead, it appeared to be almost directly below her chin, aimed at her cleavage. It then dawned on her that her position, slouched over the fabric from the dress, likely allowed him an unobstructed view of her chest. She promptly rotated her torso, feeling a mix of uneasiness and pride at how much she was clearly sexually appealing to him.
This unexpected peek seemed to revive Rob's confidence, prompting him to establish his dominance. Instead of addressing the situation, he comforted himself with the realization that she hadn't reacted to his gaze and determined he'd take control of the situation. He'd never had a strong attraction to Marcy, yet he caught her nonchalantly attempting to flirt with the printer earlier and tonight's unexpected encounter reinforced his notion she might be open to a playful tryst. If sex was on the menu, Rob knew how to play to win.
Rob lingered over her, then placed a hand on her shoulder and pointed at the display. "What's this?" he inquired.
Marcy perceived the gentle yet firm touch on her bare shoulder, and a surge of emotion poured from his hand into her body. As Rob shifted closer, he put more weight on her back, making it evident he yearned to feel his presence. Then, as if rehearsed, he withdrew his hand, crouched beside her chair, and enveloped her waist with his arm as if for support. "This one," she intoned with a touch of disorientation.
She examined the file being pointed to and said, "I believe that's the Miller file for next week's pitch."
Rob retained his hand on her waist then stood back up, enabling him to stroke her torso while remaining inconspicuous. Marcy was instantly flooded with arousal. Rob, aware he shouldn't overstep boundaries, eased back, allowing her some breathing space.
"Could you please create one hundred copies of the brochure?" he inquired. "I'll head to your office for a bit if you're willing to assist me in stapling everything. I want them ready for tomorrow."
Although rattled by his undue physical contact with her boss, Marcy seemed to regress into a stoic, timid mindset, struggling between her desire to be the empowered woman she yearned to be and the reluctance to entertain Rob's flirtatious advances.
"Absolutely," she uttered.
"Excellent!" Rob responded. "In the meantime, I'll return to my office."
As he walked away, a sly grin tugged at his lips, and Marcy was struck by the realization that he hadn't treated her with consideration or affection; rather, he'd controlled and manipulated her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and regretful. Determined, she made a silent vow to stand up for herself and prove she's just as powerful as he is.
As she neared his office, the door was open, and he was mesmerized by a document. She jumped at the opportunity to present herself in the most alluring way possible, displaying her toned, bronzed legs and subtly arched her back to emphasize her breasts. Staying composed, she knocked gently.
Rob glanced up and smiled warmly at the stack of paper. "Many thanks!" he exclaimed. It wasn't until Marcy was fully visible that his gaze shifted to her entire body, and his grin broadened slightly, evoking the feeling she was captivating him. This sent a rush of excitement through Marcy.
Staring deeply into her eyes, Rob expressed himself in a confident yet soft tone, "Lay them on my desk."
Marcy felt like she was in a dream. She maintained her air of confidence as she walked towards him, making sure her movements were as seductive as possible without being too obvious. She set the papers next to him while leaning against the desk right next to his left side. Her leg was so close to him that her bare skin occasionally brushed against the fabric of his trousers. Her touch sent a surge of excitement through her body. The air seemed heavy with tension.
Rob picked up the pile and leafed through it. As he did, he glanced at her and said, "You look stunning in that dress. It suits you perfectly."
Marcy's heart skipped a beat at the compliment. Emboldened by it, she decided to push the envelope further.
"Wow, Mr.!" she exclaimed with mock surprise. "Isn't that inappropriate for a boss to say to an employee?"
Rob eyed her up and down at a snail's pace before standing up. He locked eyes with her and got right to the point.
"I think it's fine," he said defensively. "It would be inappropriate if I held the opinion that you were wearing a skimpy thong based on the glimpse you gave me earlier today."
Marcy's heart fluttered. She was thrilled to know that she had succeeded in catching him checked out, but she also got a thrill from the fact that he thought she had on a thong. This could be her chance to assert her dominance and make him blush for once.
"How do you know I'm wearing a thong?" Marcy asked teasingly. She approached his standing body, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "If I was wearing a thong, I'd probably prefer to go commando." The strain in her voice surprised her.
As Marcy pulled away, Rob almost lunged for her. She reclaimed her composure and headed for the door, proud of having shaken him. It was an exhilarating feeling.
"Where do you think you're going?" he questioned in an authoritative tone. It still had an impact on her, yet she was more self-assured than ever. This was her game now. As she faced him, their eyes locked again, and she felt herself weakening.
"I think I need a glass of water," she said, smiling. "That is, if I can find the stapler in the copy room."
She initially planned to put the stapler down, make one more seductive move to irritate him, then leave him to do the work by himself.
As she entered the office, she saw Rob occupying the same position, sorting the printed pages. She moved towards him as before, stopping just inches from him and cleared her throat. When he looked up, she handed him the stapler. He smiled, picked it up, and started stapling the flyers. While stapling, Marcy ran her fingers through her hair to give off an innocent, schoolgirl vibe. Rob glanced at her and noticed. When he did, the stapler slipped from the table and landed on the ground. Seizing this opportunity, Marcy seductively bent down and picked it up, then handed it back to him.
Rob thanked her and resting his hand on her bare thigh, cupping it slightly to express his gratitude. To Marcy's astonishment, he didn't take it off and instead caressed her leg as he continued with his work. Marcy was stunned and didn't know how to stop it, yet was invigorated by the uncontrollable powerlessness.
Inside the office, Rob fixed his gaze onto a sheet of paper and his mind wandered. He didn't want a game anymore; he wanted her. He longed to have her in his office and claimed her as his wife. Fuck Tom, he thought. That little bitch didn't deserve a woman like Marcy, and Rob intended to show her what a real man was like.
As Marcy collected the stapler, she took a moment to assess the situation and came up with a plan to drop the stapler again, make one last humiliating move, and then abruptly leave. Then she would leave him alone to complete the task, stifling his pent-up desire.
Marcy entered the office and saw Rob seated once more, sifting through the printed documents. She walked over to her usual spot next to him, leaned close, and kindly coughed. When he looked up, she presented him with the stapler. He blinked and thanked her before resuming his stapling. While working, Marcy watched him intently, aware of his hand on her thigh. To her surprise, he left it there and idly stroked her leg. Marcy could only watch and feel powerless to stop the situation.
Rob's digits gradually inched upward, and Marcy managed to convince herself there was ample time to halt proceedings before things escalated too far. She eagerly watched on as his fingers embarked on their climb and slowly disappeared beneath her skirt towards her soaked crotch. By Jove, she reasoned, his digits would now receive raindrops streaming down her legs.
Just as she anticipated, his fingers encountered a wet patch, and he made sure to saturate them completely in Marcy's sweat. He proceeded to move upward and before long, his digits touched her mound and began tracing her lips expertly. Frozen in astonishment, fear of the unfamiliar and desire, all she could do at this stage was to let him continue, realizing that Rob intended to have sex with her tonight.
The scene then shifted, as Rob raised his gaze to meet Marcy's. He hadn't spoken a word in what seemed an eternity and relished the silence, enjoying the serenity his presence emanated. Marcy was quite a sight: her head reclined, eyes slightly shut, and mouth slightly opened. Her breaths were shallow, resulting in her breasts swelling and deflating rhythmically. Rob's fingers were now delving into her folds, searching for her nub. Once found, he stroked it for a while before ceasing to move, extracted his hand, and arose. He reached out, scooped up Marcy's wetness with his mouth, and as he eyed her, lapped it clean on her digits. Marcy gazed at him, dumbfounded, and after he cleaned his fingers, he pressed her against him and locked lips with her.
At this juncture, Marcy didn't know where to start. Overwhelmed, but also aroused to levels she hadn't experienced in years, she found herself matching Rob's intensity in their embrace and indulging in a vigorous exchange of tongues as they explored each other's oral cavities. She moaned lustfully and luxuriated in the moment. Upon reflection, she recognized the gravity of her actions — her boss had literally trekked his fingers through her wet orifice and was now snogging her. This needed to end.
She hence wrestled free of Rob's clutches and smoothed her disheveled dress. Despite her flushed appearance, she strove to retrieve a semblance of control. Rob uncharacteristically stayed quiet. The desire in his expression was palpable, but he remained content to witness the scenario unfold as it did. Marcy made her way to the door and before leaving, shot him a seductive glance. She deftly shut the door, slipped the bolt into place, and then stepped back. "No one must disturb us," she purred. She then approached Rob, undid additional buttons on her unfastened dress, and returned to her previous spot beside him. She eyed him with a grin. Shock and arousal played across Rob's features. He observed her uncovering her nudity with fascination and awe. Marcy eyed him before erasing the distance between them, resumed their passionate exchange, and to Rob's disbelief and delight, undressed further, leaving her bare.
Rob seized the opportunity without further ado. He continued fingering Marcy and stroking her lips before seizing his erection and targeting her vagina. He thrust decisively into her while a hearty moan escaped Marcy's lips as his shaft glided deeper and deeper within her. Thanks to her own secretions, he swiftly made the necessary adjustments to accommodate his size. Rob commenced to thrust, his right hand simultaneously reaching around her and playing with her breasts, stomach, and ultimately discovered her clitoris. Within moments, merely touching her aroused Marcy, and she realized she wouldn't take long to reach orgasm for the first time in ages.
As Rob pounded and pleasured her nub, the sexual tension built up inside of Marcy. She turned her head and glanced at the window across the door. There, she saw their reflection: Rob thrusting from behind while Marcy's expressioned the excitement of the moment. The illicitness of the scene and the image of her getting fucked from behind by him overwhelmed Marcy, causing her to reach climax in pure bliss. Shaking and trembling, her body experienced the throes of orgasm. His climax being triggered by her orgasm, Rob released wave after wave of cum into Marcy's pussy. Eventually, he slowed down his thrusting, finally coming to a stop.
Rob leaned over and kissed Marcy on her shoulder as their male organ started to retreat within her. Once it finally exited, a stream of cum followed, creating a puddle on the floor. Marcy sat up and faced Rob. The two lovers wrapped their arms around each other, embracing. Wanting to take advantage of the situation, Marcy interrupted the kiss and manipulated his dick with her fingers one last time before withdrawing her hand. Then, she put her dress back on and stood straight.
As she was about to leave the room, Rob, already covered in sweat, rested in his chair, nude. He began stapling brochures like nothing happened. Even in that state, Marcy thought he looked like some kind of king. When she reached for the doorknob, he called out:
"Marcy, please report to work sharp and early tomorrow to help the team prepare for the show." This comment took Marcy by surprise considering the events that occurred. Her morale sank and she wondered about the ramifications of her actions. Her worries were short-lived, though, as before she could be consumed by them, he said,
"Oh, and by the way, I'd be thrilled if you wore the skirt and boots you wore last week. They looked great on you. Forget about the panties. You can leave those at home."
Marcy's emotional rollercoaster was back in high gear. She just stared at him, grabbed the doorknob, and left the room. As she departed, he shouted,
"Last thing--could you let Tom know that we'll probably have to work some more late nights in the near future? It's best if he doesn't wait up when you arrive because you'll be arriving quite late."
With a grin, she responded, "I'll relay the message, sir!" before leaving the room.
Chuckling to herself, she confidently strode towards the lobby and exited the building. As she walked to her car, she looked at her phone, horrified to see the time: past midnight. She panicked over the repercussions of her actions, but then she noticed a text from Tom: "I'm going to bed now. Left my dishes here; too tired to clean them. Love you."
Marcy drove home, windows down, music blast, and newfound vitality in her life. She couldn't wait until the next day.
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