The Taste of Seduction

The days that followed Marcus and Diana's intimate encounter were filled with excitement. They craved and bloomed in their newfound relationship; their emotions linked passionately and intimately. The fervor of their sensual tie had strengthened their sense of bond, and they relished their beautiful moments together.

The clouds are darkening, and it's raining furiously, giving everywhere a cool and relaxing atmosphere but all Marcus could see was gray. The sky, to him, was a canvas of dark grays, heavy with the weight of gloom, as if it knew something he didn't. It was as if the weather itself mirrored his inner turmoil, amplifying the sense of impending danger.

A faint sensation of worry had begun to sneak into Marcus's consciousness despite the delight and shared sensations of his now blooming affection. He initially ascribed it to the exhilaration of being in a new relationship and the pleasure of venturing into new territory of love and intimacy.

However, as the days passed, the sense of being watched became greater, nibbling at his instincts like a persistent predator.

As he walked briskly up from the apartment into his garage, he couldn't help but feel a prickling sensation at the back of his neck. The hairs stood on end, and he

couldn't shake the eerie feeling that someone was watching him, tracking his every step.

Instinct took over, guiding Marcus to quicken his pace, he seeked a dark corner and vanished into it, trying to counter every reconnaissance leveled at him. While wondering what could be going on as he walked on the street. His heightened sense refused to quieten down at every shadow that stared at him in his imagination, seeming to hold secrets and making every passerby a potential observer.

The bustling city streets offered no respite or refuge from the lurking eyes that haunted his thoughts.

He dismissed it yesterday as ordinary paranoia, the result of his busy mind. Today, though, was different.

Marcus's eyes darted around as he entered into the office space, searching for any signs of unusual activity. His instincts told him that he needed to ensure Diana's safety, to protect her from whatever darkness loomed. He couldn't shake the feeling that she, too, was in danger.

Reaching Diana's desk, Marcus found her engrossed in her work, her brow furrowed in concentration. A mixture of relief and worry flooded his veins as he approached her.

"Diana," Marcus called out, his voice filled with concern. "Are you okay? Has anything strange happened?"

Startled by Marcus's sudden presence, Diana looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Marcus, you startled me," she replied, a hint of confusion in her voice. "I'm fine, nothing out of the ordinary. Why do you ask?"

Marcus took a moment to catch his breath, he stated with a gentle smile,

"Nothing, I was lost by the fact that you were frowning as you were working and felt you needed some break. You will grow if you are frowning a lot and I am not allowing that happen on my watch,"

He quibbled glibly as he managed to distract her from his initial pensive look and poking fun at her, also conveniently distracting himself from all his worries at the moment, as he relaxed into the moment.

"It is you that will grow old real quick,"she retorted sourly as she got into the joke, seeming to relax in his presence as they joked around albert quietly to prevent disturbing others

"Here you go," she remarked cheerfully as she handed him a cup of coffee. "Are you get enough sleep? She added slyly with a mischievous smile on her face as she kept her voice down"

She settled into her own office chair and took the paper with a bold contract project written on it. She pretended to study the file.

"Babe, I have something special for you for lunch if you are up for it," she said nonchalantly as she pretended to mention something trivial while silently taking in his face from the corner of her eyes.

Sliding a piece of rumpled small fabric into his pocket as she reached his table after leaving her space.

"That's my panties so I have no panties on currently, do you want something new for lunch?" she whispered in an almost inaudible voice as she prepared to stand while furiously blushing as she walked away

In a loud voice, Marcus said in a raspy voice, "please the storage room by lunch, I will take you up on your challenge and deal, Oh! Sorry guys for the noise, I needed to jump a real quick start with Diana for work" while he was

apologizing for distracting others as he jumped to his feet to inform her of his interest.

Blushing slightly, Diana nodded as she left the room to concentrate on the tasks she was working on before Marcus came to the office, while trying to keep a smile Marcus's non realization of her arousal and hunger as soon as she laid her eyes on him as well as her pre-office rump.

*******

Diana left home earlier than Marcus as she needed to cover up some of the time she lost and follow-up on some new clients who were seeking to get apartments in the new suburb project the company was working on.

However, getting to the office, she couldn't get Marcus out of her mind. As she tried to focus more, the greater the interest came burning in her threatening to consume her.

Trying to clear her head, she walked towards the storage to get some files to help her prepare for the coming presentations she had during the day. Diana could not help but recall her and Marcus' first intimate moment right inside the locker room, her breadth speeding up with heart threatening to overrun its limit, her lust bloomed totally.

She reached her hand inside her skirt and caressed her most intimate parts without thinking. She pushed her panties' crotch aside, feeling for the sensitive skin beneath that her silk underwear were attempting to cover. She wasn't shocked when she felt moisture and stickiness in her crotch. She knew she was aroused.

Diana chuckled. "You naughty girl," she said softly to herself. She couldn't remember the last time she had wet herself over a man. But why worry with the past when the future was more fascinating, she pondered as the hand inside her skirt moved.

Fingers began to crawl and twitch through the secret flesh, and she was soon standing in the same corner, breathing fiercely and bucking her hips just enough to make the shelf corners screech and creak. She closed her eyes to heighten her sensations and make the moment feel more intense. Her moist pussy began to fill the air, and her hard panting blended in with it.

She came shortly enough. Her own juices creamed her fingers, encircling them in a sticky, wet hug. She exhaled as one last tremor ran through her body, then removed her hand and adjusted her skirt. She took time to examine her fingertips. What the hell, she reasoned. She shook her head and inserted her cum-covered fingers inside her mouth.

She relished the strange sensation of her own fingers in her lips. The thoughts aroused her interest once again.