She used to be spontaneous. She was embarrassed that she had traded it all in for a T-shirt bra and a competitive wage. Today, though, she did feel special, and she would make it happen whatever the cost. 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. 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. The 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 watched. Mark read the message and his brow ruffled a little in confused alarm.
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His eyes shot across the office and met hers. He registered to mischievous smile on her face.
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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?
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. 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. She 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. Mark stepped back, still holding her hair pressing her against the fire escape door, and watched her pleasure herself in anticipation of him.
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He listened to her quickening breath and the growing pleasure of her body as the sprinklers drenched them. She slid her suit pants down and kicked them off. She stood 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 pulled it out and stroked it as she stroked herself, and then pulled him to her, lifting her leg to his waist. She gasped as he took control and began to push slowly inside, little by little.
She began to grind up and down him, filling herself with him, holding him at the back of his neck for leverage and the other hand still pleasuring herself, enjoying the firmness of his grip in her hair. Mark lifted her leg a little higher so she was on tiptoes, and stroked long, satisfying strokes in and out of her.
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Sara could feel his strength, he was essentially lifting her off the ground and pressing her into the door like he was going to fuck her through it. As possibility. In many ways, loving Outlander is less about minutiae than about big feeling, broad implications. The series is speaking to both our innermost wishful selves. Which is not to say that Outlander women are necessarily unsatisfied—just that they want to keep dreaming, chasing the things that will nourish them, even well into settled life.
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Multiple married women divulged to me that Outlander made their sex lives better by reminding them that they deserve to ask for what they want in bed. Janet Reynolds wrote on the blog about deepening meaningful connections continually over a lifetime. And Tracy Sterling credited the series with emboldening her to re-up a modeling career, something she had abandoned when she was much younger. The real-world possibilities of chasing real, vital desire.
Here, you can be silly and sweeping and hopeful, and no one will judge. You can flee to the fantasy place for a while, those verdant Highlands where your body is respected and your heart is free, and bring a little fantasy back with you. Go after it, write yourself in.
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