Appeal - Sex Stories

Appeal

Toni yawned. She’d been standing in the sun for several hours now—it was the annual appeal, and her job was to approach cars, jingle her red cup, and ask for money. Fascinating stuff. It was a good cause though, and Toni had been doing it for years. Even now, when she had a day-job which earned her more in an hour than their daily targets with the appeal, she was still happy to help out. The exposure was important, and it served as a nice contrast to her day-job: relaxing and social, where law could be the exact opposite. Toni glanced over at Mark, her partner in fundraising. He gave her a grin—she knew for a fact that he was just as bored as she was, but had a theory that smiling fooled your mind into thinking you were having a good time. It was something he’d learned in business school—Mark ran a small domain registrar from home, and used the fundraising as an excuse to get out of the house. Also, smiles meant larger donations—though this wasn’t a problem for Toni. She knew that her long, tanned legs and tight yellow shirt were the reason she never finished a day below the “expected target”. Still, she thought, as her eyes scanned over the cars, pausing briefly on a red car up the road slightly, it’d be nice if something exciting happened. Exciting? Toni reflected upon her odd thought. Nothing exciting ever happened while fundraising—sure, it would be nice, but it was as likely as the charity deciding that they had enough money and didn’t need volunteers any more. The red ...

... car was getting closer. Something exciting could happen, Toni admitted. Someone could donate a thousand dollars—I’ve heard of that happening before. Or Mark could pull out his cock and let her kneel in front of him… She flushed. What an odd thought. Mark? He was just another volunteer—she’d never been even remotely interested in him. Besides, she had a boyfriend—and she hated going down on guys. But at that moment, her boyfriend felt so vague, so far away…and Mark was so close. Toni watched as the light turned red and Mark ran across the road, shaking his cup, grinning at the older ladies as they handed over coins, thanking the business-men as they handed over crisp bills. It was all for a good cause. She shook herself out of her reverie, and looked up. The red car was getting closer, and she knew that was her target. It was being driven by an older man—he was dressed casually, not wearing a suit and tie. Exactly the kind of man she could flirt with. Yes, until the red car got close enough, Toni knew she was safe to distract herself by watching Mark. She’d never even considered it before, but she somehow knew that under the shirt they’d given him for volunteering, Mark was definitely hiding some muscles. He’d be slender, toned—more Jackie Chan than Arnold Schwarzenegger. The kind of body that Toni loved. She was getting wet just thinking about it. The red car was rapidly approaching, and it was with a disappointed sigh that Toni stopped daydreaming about her sexy colleague, ...