In the heart of a bustling city, a towering skyscraper housed a successful financial firm. On the 30th floor, in a corner office with a breathtaking view, sat Linda, a stunning woman in her late thirties. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to her piercing green eyes. She was well-known for her impeccable work ethic, but rumors circulated about her extravagant personal life.
Linda’s office was an ode to her success. A sleek mahogany desk commanded attention, flanked by plush chairs upholstered in rich burgundy leather. Her taste in art leaned towards the provocative, and the walls were adorned with select pieces from renowned artists.
Today, Linda had chosen to forgo her usual power suit. Instead, she wore a form-fitting, calf-length dress in a deep scarlet hue that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her ample cleavage was barely contained by the dress’s modest neckline, and her toned legs were accentuated by a pair of black stiletto heels.
She had just settled into her chair when a knock at the door startled her.
“Come in,” she called out, her voice sultry and low. The door opened, and her direct report, Tom, a tall, athletic man in his early thirties, entered. He was visibly nervous, fidgeting with the files in his hands.
“Good morning, Linda,” he stammered, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her face. “I’ve prepared the reports you requested.”
Linda gestured for him to approach her desk. As he did, she stood up, giving him an unobstructed view of her body. His eyes widened, taking in the sight of her curves. She noticed his gaze, and a slow smile spread across her face.
Without a word, she reached out and traced a finger down his chest. Tom’s breath hitched, and he looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Do you want to know what I’ve been fantasizing about?”
Tom nodded, unable to speak. Linda took a step back, her eyes locked with his. She reached behind her neck, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body beneath.
Tom’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of her full, round breasts, her toned stomach, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.
Linda took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to stroke his cock through his trousers. He was already hard, and she chuckled softly, her fingers deftly undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him firmly. Tom moaned, his head falling back. Linda leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear again.
“I want you to fuck me, right here, right now,” she whispered. “Do you want that too?”
Tom nodded, unable to form words. Linda smiled, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, across his abs, and towards his cock. She stroked him gently, her fingers exploring every inch of him.
She dropped to her knees, her mouth closing around his cock. Tom moaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair. Linda took him deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
Tom’s hips bucked, his moans growing louder. Linda pulled back, her lips leaving a wet trail along his cock. She stood up, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She turned around, bending over her desk. Tom stepped forward, his hands reaching out to grip her hips. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy.
Linda moaned, pushing back against him. Tom thrust forward, his cock sliding deep inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into the wood of her desk.
Tom started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. Linda met him thrust for thrust, their
moans filling the room.
Their pace quickened, their breathing becoming labored. Tom’s hands reached around, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Linda moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Tom’s thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping against her clit. Linda cried out, her orgasm building deep inside her.
Tom felt her pussy clench around him, and he knew she was close. He thrust harder, his hips slamming against hers. Linda cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
Tom groaned, his cock twitching inside her. He thrust one last time, his cum filling her pussy.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Linda turned around, her arms wrapping around Tom’s neck.
“That was incredible,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.
Tom smiled, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied, his voice husky.
They stood there, their bodies entwined, the city skyline sprawling out before them.
And in that moment, they were the only two people in the world.
