Thread: Behind Closed Doors [ Bear & Sam ]

Daniel had no idea what was going on through Shay's head, but he had never really felt what he was feeling himself to be totally honest. His brain was rewiring its sexuality as an almost primitive idea. He wanted to take her, throw her to the ground and ravish her hungrily. Yet the other sliver of his mind helped to hold him back from doing just that. He stood there unsure of his own wants and desires, knowing that if he went down this road, he would likely be changed forever, how far, he didn't yet know, and in that exact moment, didn't care to know. He wondered how it had happened so quickly. He had entered the room a man who was faithful to his wife, and in the span of a quick conversation and encounter, he was nearly naked and making out with the newest employee of his company. It was a very interesting turn of events to say the very least. Daniels own mind began to continue to replace ideas and images of his wife with images of the new redheaded secretary. What would happen if he fucked Shay in the showroom that night? Could he go home to his wife and act like nothing had ever happened between them? He honestly wasn't sure, and still wasn't sure if he totally wanted to find out the answer to the question. There was still a chance for him to turn away, walk away from the entire situation. To show up at work in the morning like nothing had ever happened between the two of them and keep it that way between. the two of them. Who was he deceiving though, himself? He couldn't walk away from this, not even if he tried to... he was again fraught with inner emotion, and shouldn't have likely acted, surprising his on self as he ripped off her panties. Watching her face, he was expecting a bit of outrage, or maybe something else, a sexual response. It only frustrated him further as he watched her face stay completely calm and composed as he held the thin and freshly ripped fabric in his hands. The front was wet with the juices of arousal, moist would be a more appropriate term, but the younger girl was definitely aroused, and he wasn't exactly sure what to do about it next. He felt the same way before her eyes widened at the line as she returned his comment back to him, his mouth briefly hanging agape before he found he found the will to close it. The assuredness of her voice further confirmed the trap that had been baited, switched and sprung on his unsuspecting self. How could he have been so stupid? Why did he even come in the room. He was left with his cock nearly hanging out of his pants as he watched her turn and walk towards one of the 'comfy' looking chairs that models often sat in when they were getting touched up. He watched as she turned, having gotten a look at her shapely and tight ass earlier in her blouse in his office, but now he saw it in all of his glory. It was perfect, and even tanned like the rest of her body. He wondered how she did that as he watched her sit down and spread her legs wide, an indeed very un-ladylike thing to do. From his position ten or so feet away, he could see her wetness dripping from the folds of her obviously wet slit as he slowly found his legs moving towards her body. He found himself coming back to what he had said to himself earlier. If he was going to do this, he might. as well make the best of what was about to happen. He stopped dead in his tracks as she spoke. She wanted him to... beg? He bit his lip. He was her boss, not her slave . No... he was strong and independent. But then he found his eyes roaming her body again. Her perfect curves, the way her flat stomach exposed her ribs just at the bottom near her crotch, her wet, shaven crotch that was just soooo inviting. He didn't stop to think of the ramifications of what begging might do to their relationship both sexually and professionally, would a barrier exist between the two after tonight? He didn't realize he was about to give her the upper hand, but he was thinking more about sex than the possible ramifications that would result because of what he was about to do as he slowly stepped forward, his eyes coming up to meet her dark hazel eyes. Umm... I want to fuck you.... make love to you.... passionate, sweet, hot love throughout the night.... He slowly said as he watched her reaction as he stood directly in front of her, hoping he had said the right thing, because he didn't want to go through the most awkward sentence of his life ever... ever again. His body nervously shuddered as he awaited her response.