It was a typical day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, and the distant clatter of keyboards echoed through the hallway. But in the back corner office, a different kind of energy was building.
Samantha, a 28-year-old woman with long auburn hair and a voluptuous figure, sat at her desk, facing the door. Her ample cleavage spilled out of her low-cut blouse, and her short skirt revealed her toned legs. She had been working at the company for a few months now and had caught the eye of many of her colleagues, including the handsome and mysterious James.
James, a 35-year-old man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, had been with the company for years. He was known for his charm and his way with words, and he had always had a bit of a crush on Samantha. Today, he decided to make his move.
He walked into Samantha’s office, closing the door behind him. “Hey, Samantha,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I was wondering if we could talk about that project we’re working on.”
Samantha looked up from her computer, her eyes meeting James’s. She could feel the tension building between them, and she knew what was about to happen. “Sure, James,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What did you want to discuss?”
James moved closer to Samantha’s desk, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned against the edge, his knee brushing against hers. “I think we should work on it together,” he said, his hand reaching out to touch her arm.
Samantha felt a shiver run down her spine as James’s hand made contact with her skin. She bit her lip, her heart racing. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
James leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Samantha’s ear. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he whispered, his hand moving up to her shoulder.
Samantha gasped as James’s lips found hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their tongues danced together, their passion building with each passing moment.
James’s hands moved down Samantha’s body, caressing her curves and exploring her body. He reached up under her skirt, his fingers finding her wet and ready. Samantha moaned as he began to stroke her, her hips grinding against his hand.
James broke the kiss, his lips traveling down Samantha’s neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his fingers continuing to work their magic. Samantha arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.
James reached behind Samantha, unclasping her bra. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and aching for attention. James leaned down, taking one in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Samantha cried out, her fingers threading through his hair.
James moved down Samantha’s body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He reached her wet and wanting pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her. Samantha moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
James slid a finger inside Samantha, his tongue continuing to dance around her clit. Samantha’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. She reached down, grabbing James’s hair as she came hard against his face.
James stood up, his cock hard and aching for release. Samantha reached down, stroking him through his pants. He groaned, his hips thrusting against her hand.
Samantha undid James’s pants, freeing his cock. She stroked him a few more times before guiding him inside her. They both moaned as he filled her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
James grabbed Samantha’s hips, thrusting deeper and harder. Samantha wrapped her legs around him, meeting him stroke for stroke. They both cried out as they reached their peak, their bodies shuddering with pleasure.
James pulled out, collapsing onto the couch in Samantha’s office. Samantha curled up next to him, her head resting on his chest. They both knew they would have to get back to work eventually, but for now, they were content in their post-coital bliss.
The end.
