The Fire Escape!

Tara’s multinational office was the typical bland, characterless type like any other such office. Over the years, she has been gotten used to the indistinct hum of printers, copiers, coffee percolators, ringing phones and stifled chatter and other such sounds. She has gotten so familiar with the sounds that they have become white noise and almost therapeutic especially when she allowed herself to concentrate amidst the noise.

Unfortunately, time was not one of the few luxuries Sara had as everything became urgent with each activity having a deadline. Like any other average career woman, Tara’s life had become the office and the office becoming her life. She had a pretty predictable and simple routine of waking up on Monday, dressing, eating, commuting, working, returning home, washing, and repeating the process over and over again. It became so predictable that she may just copy Monday and paste it through the week until Sunday when she could use some “me time” preparing for the new week.

Somewhere, somehow, Tara lost her spark and she knew it. She has always had the feeling of missing something essential even if she could not place a finger on it. She would always pat down imaginary pockets every time she leaves a room. This is a subconscious bodily tick she had picked up somewhere in the last couple of years, always having the feeling of forgetting something. She dealt with that sensation every moment of her life. However, she did not mislay her key as it was something far more significant than that.

Tara obviously had her little rebellions as she would slip out for a cigarette and enjoy its badness every now and then. She also formed the habit of wearing something sexy beneath her charcoal trouser suit every once in a while, even if she was the only one that could touch or feel it. While it might seem little, it made her stand taller, walk bolder and smile a little more than usual. She had to protect that side of her and would often trample the embers to rebel.

However, this secret and feeling were no longer enough as it seemed forever since she had a date. She had actually stopped counting the months since her last date, not to talk of a fling. Tara remains lost as to how she transited from being an adventurous and spontaneous risk taker to becoming this boring career-oriented woman that traded all the fun of this world for a T-shirt bra and a competitive wage. Expectedly, her desire was to reconnect with her old self and she knew it would only remain a fantasy unless she took a risk and made it happen.

Today seems to have something in store as she felt special and was determined to change the situation of things at all cost. A valve was to be opened to release the toxic pressure that has enveloped her over the years.

There came Mark, a new staff on the job that Tara alongside other top guys at work interviewed for the job. Tara felt uncomfortable during the interview and even embarrassed when she realized she was already flirting with the interviewee.

She remembered blushing after she accidentally said “oh really…” when he had mentioned how flexible he could be in any position. At 28 he was five years younger than. However, Mark is smart, clean, arrogant and intelligent and since she interviewed him, there had been something intangible between them, an awkwardness that had attraction written over it.

Ordinarily, Tara would probably have ignored it or even joked about it and let it slide without extending it further than a misguided kiss at an office party. However, Tara saw it as a chance to do the unexpected and break from maturity and Mark looked to be the perfect source.

Tara glanced at Mark from her desk while he was sorting through papers at his own desk and boom, she began to type a message on her instant messenger.

Tara says: Mark. There is an emergency in the office.

Tara watched as Mark read the message and his brow ruffled a little in confusion. Their eyes met as his eyes shot across the office. He could register to the mischievous smile on her face.

Mark replies: Hello Tara. What is the nature of the emergency?

Tara says: There will soon be an unannounced fire drill.

Mark says: …there is?

Sara says: Yes. Everyone is going to leave as quickly as possible.

Mark says: does that mean the office will be empty?

Sara says: Don’t you think we should both stay behind to make sure everyone is out safely. I just promoted you to assistant fire officer. Are you up to the task?

Mark says: There is only one way to find out.

Sara stood slowly as a devious smile grew across her face, sauntered nonchalantly over to the wall. She checked to see that no one was looking, grabbed the lever for the fire alarm, and pulled it. The office suddenly became alive with noise, as the unpleasant alarms began to screech and people began to move quickly away from their desks.

“Everyone out, NOW”, demanded Tara over the urgent noises.

She stood by the fire escape door, holding it open and pushing her colleagues out one after the other, like paratroopers from a plane. Mark was going to be the last to leave, but before he could do that, Tara slammed the door closed leaving both of them in the loud, empty office.  Now she was a casual sex finder in control.

She pressed her back against the door and took him by the tie, pulling him to her, and without a word, they both kissed hard and urgently. Mark wrapped one strong hand around the back of Tara’s head, gripping her long hair, as he pressed his weight into her.

It got even better as the sprinkler system came on to douse both of them as they kissed, as though the heat between them might cause them to come on fire. The cool water from the system poured over them, and drowned the fragrance of his aftershave, subsequently causing his white shirt to cling to his tall, slim frame. Tara explored his body with one hand and unbuttoned her pants with the other, sliding her hand inside.

Mark took a step back while holding her hair pressing her against the fire escape door and watched her pleasure herself while waiting for him to step in. Mark listened as Tara took her quickened breath as well as her growing pleasure as the sprinklers drenched both of them.

“We only have a few minutes before the fire brigade arrives,” she whispered, almost to herself. They locked eyes. “You need to fuck me, and you need to do it right now.”

Tara slid her suit pants down and kicked them off. Standing in heels, dark lace-top stockings shrouding her long creamy legs, silk suspenders and a lace thong with her hand inside, and her shirt and jacket, she quickly undid Mark’s belt and zipper, and found him hard, thick and ready. She immediately pulled his dick out and stroked it as she stroked herself, pulling him to her, and lifting her leg to his waist. In return, Mark held Tara’s leg around him and felt her wetness as she guided him inside her.

Tara gasped as he took control and began to push slowly inside, little by little. She definitely wanted all of Mark immediately, and she was not ready to wait. Grinding him up and down, she filled herself with him, holding him at the back of his neck for leverage with one hand and pleasuring herself with the other hand, while she enjoyed the firmness of his grip in her hair.

Mark lifted her leg a little higher, stroking long, satisfying strokes in and out of her. Tara felt his strength, as he lifted her off the ground, pressing her into the door like he was going to fuck her through it. Her body was rolled up in a familiar wave of pleasure and she began to meet his thrusts with her own as she edged closer and closer. Mark also moved closer to his peak as he entered her.

They tightened their grips on each other with Tara’s fingernails digging into Mark’s neck and Mark’s fist pulling Tara’s head to one side by her hair. Their faces were both turned up at the ceiling, with eyes closed, mouths opened, and soaking wet as they moaned loudly.

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Eventually, the wave crashed down on Tara with every muscle seizing and hot convulsions shattering her whole body, as she breathed obscenities through gritted teeth. The convulsions gripped and massaged Mark within her, which caused him to lose control and release a visceral growl as he climaxed inside her orgasm-wracked body.

Exhausted, they slumped into each other smiling under the water that poured on them, as the sounds of the alarms returned as their senses rallied.

They pressed their foreheads together and kissed and with the arrival of the fire brigade signaling the time to go. With Tara, there was always a deadline.

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