In the dimly lit office, the aroma of fresh coffee and the sound of soft jazz filled the air. The woman, sitting at her desk, was in her late thirties with a voluptuous figure. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was dressed in a fitted white blouse, the top buttons undone, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage. Her skirt was short, and her long, toned legs were accentuated by her black high heels. Her legs were smooth and hairless, but her mound was adorned with a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair.
Across the room, a man in his early forties sat in a plush leather chair, his eyes fixed on the woman. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his tie loosened, and his hair disheveled. He couldn’t help but stare at the woman’s curves, her full breasts and her inviting lips.
The woman looked up and caught the man staring. She smiled coyly, biting her bottom lip. She stood up, her hips swaying seductively as she walked towards him. She leaned over, her breasts spilling out of her blouse, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
The man’s heart raced as he felt her hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing circles on his pants. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” he said, his voice low and husky.
The woman leaned in, her lips brushing against his. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. The man responded, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck, her teeth nibbling on his earlobe. She reached down, her hand cupping his growing erection.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
The man stood up, his hands reaching for the buttons on her blouse. He undid them, revealing her lacy white bra and her full, firm breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples.
The woman moaned, her head falling back as he kissed her neck, his lips traveling down to her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. The woman’s hands reached down, undoing his pants and freeing his hard cock.
He lifted her up, placing her on the desk. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He entered her slowly, her wet pussy enveloping his cock.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. The woman’s moans filled the room, her nails digging into his back. He thrust deeper, faster, his balls slapping against her ass.
The woman’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her pussy clenching around his cock. He followed soon after, his cum filling her.
They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies spent. The woman looked up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said, her voice soft.
The man smiled, his hand reaching for hers.
“Neither have I,” he said, his voice filled with truth.
They sat there, their bodies entwined, the air filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their heavy breathing. The moment was perfect, a moment of indiscretion that they would never forget.
