As the car circled the parking lot yet another time, Taylor found herself laughing despite her frustration. "C'mon, Ethan!" she giggled. "The sooner we get in there, the sooner we get out." She flipped a few stray strands of black hair over her shoulder. She sighed loudly and watched out of the corner of her eye as he stuck his tongue out at her. "For real this time."
Ethan smoothly maneuvered the vehicle to a parking spot right next to the door. "You're lucky I like you. Saturdays were meant for sleeping in, not 'extra credit'," he grumbled. As they walked towards the door, he fell a step behind her, watching her tanned legs as they determinedly made their way to the employee entrance. The lovely weather and sunshine ensured that no one but the insane would be at the office today, and the empty parking lot was a screaming testament to their failing sanity. Assured that they were the only ones around, Ethan's eyes, shining with lust, traveled the length of her body. He would never have dared such a thing under normal circumstances, but this morning he allowed himself to take in her gorgeous ass, cupped tightly by her little jean shorts, and firm back as she swiped her identification through the card reader. Her tanned skin shone even in the dimmed light of the indoors and he quickly followed her through the revolving doors.
"I'm just gonna get some water," Taylor called over her shoulder as she headed to the cafeteria. She filled her water bottle at the fountain and loosely tied her long hair back into a ponytail. The air conditioning was slowly drying her moist skin and cooling her down. Strolling leisurely to the back of the building to her cubicle, Taylor found herself desperately trying not to think about the fact that she was now in the office, all alone, with the one person she found herself so irresistibly attracted to. It was much easier during the week when about three hundred or so other people roamed the building and the phone rang incessantly. But today they were forced to come in for a last minute project, and there would be no one else, and no phones to buffer her desire. When he had picked her up this morning, it had been everything she could do to not drag him inside to her bed and make love to him.
She rounded the corner and found Ethan had already started. She allowed herself a moment to gaze at his soft shiny hair, and strong arms as he flipped through some papers. His expansive chest rose and fell as he breathed softly. His lips were wrapped around a pen, a habit she'd always found so alluring in him. Without even realizing it, her own lips had separated. Just as she found herself about to lick them, her eyes met Ethan's and she couldn't help but blush. "Let's get this over with!" He smiled jovially and threw an eraser in her direction.
2 hours later, and Taylor was relieved to discover they were just about done. Her hair had long since escaped from the elastic and it now rested down her back and across her shoulders. Her hand reached out for some white-out as she spotted an error on the report. Bringing her hand back in, her knuckles brushed against her bottle of water. Before she could react, it fell forward, water splashing across her shirt and shorts, and finally rolling off the desk and onto the floor. "Shit." Her hands in the air, Taylor's face stared down as the wetness spread across her rose-coloured tank top.
All Ethan could do was laugh. "Please tell me you didn't spill any on those papers." He laughed harder when she stared up at him with a menacing look. "I'm just saying, I don't want to stick around here for another couple of hours just because you're a klutz!" For the second time that day he stuck his tongue out at her.
"I appreciate your concern for the fact that my clothing is rather soaked." Taylor smiled as she got up. "The report's fine, but I've gotta dry off." She had intended to return his playful facial expressions, but when she looked at him, she found him swallowing deeply and staring at her chest. She didn't need to follow his gaze to know that her nipples had begun to harden as the water penetrated through her silky bra. Quickly turning away, Taylor headed off to the bathroom, her arms crossed over her plump chest.
Ethan's hands rubbed his face as he tried to get the image out of his head. Seeing her standing there, her fine breasts pushing through her top, that same shirt clinging to her skin. Even the spot at the center of her shorts had him thinking of other reasons she might have wet herself in such a fashion. He shook his head as one hand had traveled to his own crotch, slowly rubbing himself.
Taylor's skin was burning from the electronic hand dryer and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand under this heat long enough to dry her shirt. "It's not like anyone else is here," she murmured and pulled the shirt over her head. She stood alone in the bathroom, her tank top in her hands blowing under the dryer and Taylor's mind pondered Ethan's reaction. Well, he was a man, of course. It was only natural that a pair of nipples elicit such a reaction. It could have been anyone and he would have stared just as much.
She sighed loudly and turned to contemplate her features in the mirror. Sure, she was a pretty girl, but she'd been attracted to Ethan for several months since she'd transferred to work in his department. The buzz around the office that he was a firm believer that he wouldn't have relations with anyone he worked with. This had quickly quelled her imagination and she'd often had to stop herself from imagining him in elicit actions.
