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As bland, characterless multinational offices go, Sara’s could have been worse. She had long ago learned to tune out the indistinct hum of printers, copiers, coffee percolators, ringing phones and stifled chatter. It had become white noise, almost therapeutic when she allowed herself the time to concentrate on it.

But time was not something Sara had much of any more. Everything was urgent. Everything had a deadline. The office had become her life, and her life had become the office. Her routine was to wake up Monday, dress, eat, commute, work, return, wash, repeat. She may as well copy Monday and paste it through the week until Sunday, when she could spend her free time preparing to begin all over again.

Sara had lost her spark somewhere along the way, and she felt it. A vague feeling that she was missing something essential. Every time she left a room she patted down imaginary pockets, a subconscious bodily tick she had acquired somewhere in the last two years, as though she always felt she had forgotten something. That sensation was with her every moment of every day. But it wasn’t her keys she had mislaid. It was something far more fundamental than that.

trousersuitSure, she had her little rebellions. Every now and then she would slip out for a cigarette and enjoy its badness. Perhaps once a month she would wear something sexy beneath her charcoal trouser suit, something only she could know and touch. Her little secret, her little mutiny. It was only a little thing, but it made her stand taller, walk bolder and smile a little more than usual. She needed to protect it: to rebel to often would be to trample the embers, it would no longer be special.

But it was no longer enough. She had stopped counting the months since her last date, let alone her last fling. She wondered what had happened to her. She used to take risks. She used to be spontaneous. She was embarrassed that she had traded it all in for a T-shirt bra and a competitive wage. She wanted more than anything to reconnect with herself, and she knew it wouldn’t happen unless she took a risk and made it happen.

Today, though, she did feel special, and she would make it happen whatever the cost. She needed to open a valve and release the dangerous pressure that she’d allowed to build unchecked.

And then there was Mark. Mark was new, Sara had interviewed him for the job and had found herself uncomfortable during it when she realized she was flirting with him. She remembered blushing after she accidentally said “oh really…” when he had mentioned he was flexible in any position. At 27 he was five years her junior, smart, clean, arrogant and intelligent. Ever since the interview there had been something intangible between them, an awkwardness that belied attraction.

maturityThe mature thing would have been to ignore it, maybe even joke about it, and let it extend no further than a misguided kiss at an office party. But Sara wanted a break from maturity and Mark was going to provide it.

She glanced at Mark from her desk. He was sorting through papers at his own desk. She brought up her instant messenger and began to type.
Sara says: Mark. There is an emergency in the office.

Sara watched. Mark read the message and his brow ruffled a little in confused alarm. His eyes shot across the office and met hers. He registered to mischievous smile on her face.
Mark says: Hello Sara. What is the nature of your emergency?
Sara says: Very soon there is going to be an unannounced fire drill.

Mark says: …there is?
Sara says: Yes. Everyone is going to leave. Fast.
Mark says: so the office will be empty…

Sara says: two of us should stay behind to make sure everyone gets out safely. I just promoted you to assistant fire officer. Are you up to the task?
Mark says: There’s only one way to find out.

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

“Everyone out, NOW”, demanded Sara over the urgent noises.
She stood by the fire escape door, held it open and pushed her colleagues out one by one, like paratroopers from a plane. Mark was last, and before he could leave, she slammed the door closed. It was just her and him in the loud, empty office.

urgentlyShe pressed her back against the door and took him by the tie, pulling him to her, and without a word, they kissed hard and urgently. He wrapped one strong hand around the back of her head, gripping her long hair, and pressed his weight into her.

The sprinkler system switched on and they were doused as they kissed, as though the heat between them might cause them to ignite. The cool water poured over them, drowning the fragrance of his aftershave and causing his white shirt to cling to his tall, slim frame. With one hand she explored his body, and with the other she unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand inside... KINDLY CONTINUE READING FULL EPISODES HERE - http://celebrityvibez.com/erotic-story-fire-escape/