“You want me to do WHAT?!” Marc yelled. Sarah glanced round the corridor quickly, making sure nobody heard his outburst.
“Keep your voice down,” she hissed, “just think about it, ok?”. Marc nodded and headed off; Sarah watched him go, trying to decide if she’d pushed him a bit too far.
They’d both worked for the same delivery company for years, Sarah as a picker in the warehouse, Marc as a delivery driver. They’d become friends quickly and eventually had started a causal relationship.
When they first hooked up Sarah was shocked at how inexperienced Marc was; he’d only had 1 girlfriend and ever done missionary. She couldn’t believe it, he was drop dead gorgeous; 6’4”, towering over her tiny 5’2” stature, short stylish brown hair, just the right amount of facial hair that was well groomed and muscles that filled out the company polos in all the right ways.
While he might have been inexperienced, the biggest thing Marc had going for him was he had zero limits, he was totally up for anything. That suited Sarah just fine, she was sick of guys who claimed to be “kinky” but would baulk at whatever perverted idea she came up with next. Hopefully her latest idea hadn’t found his limit though.