It was a typical day in the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clatter of keyboards. But in the midst of all this mundanity, something was about to happen that would change everything.
She walked into the room, her hips swaying gently beneath her pencil skirt. Her blouse was tight, just enough to hint at the curves that lay beneath. But what really caught my eye were her breasts – huge, round, and magnificent. They bounced slightly as she moved, drawing my gaze like a magnet.
She must have noticed me staring, because she looked up and caught my eye. A slow smile spread across her face as she sauntered over to my desk, her heels clicking against the tile floor.
“Hey there,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’m Sarah. I just started working here.”
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Nice to meet you, Sarah. I’m John.”
She leaned forward, giving me an eyeful of cleavage. “John,” she repeated, rolling the name off her tongue. “I like that.”
Before I could respond, she reached out and touched my hand. Her fingers were soft and warm, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
“You know, I’ve been feeling really stressed out lately,” she said, pouting slightly. “Think you could help me relax?”
I knew what she was asking, and I shouldn’t have done it. But I couldn’t resist.
“Sure,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can help you relax.”
She stood up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Great. Follow me.”
She led me to a small conference room, closing the door behind us. Then she turned to face me, her eyes blazing with desire.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice firm and confident.
I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told me there was no going back. I undressed slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.
When I was finally naked, she let out a low whistle. “Wow,” she said, her eyes raking over my body. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
She stepped closer to me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I could feel her nipples harden through the fabric of her blouse, and I shivered with anticipation.
She kissed me then, her lips soft and warm against mine. Her tongue darted out, tracing the outline of my mouth, and I opened to her eagerly.
Our kiss deepened, our tongues twisting together in a dance as old as time. She moaned softly, her hands roaming over my body.
Then she broke away, her breath coming in short gasps. “I want you,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “I want you now.”
She pushed me down onto the conference table, climbing on top of me. Her pussy was already wet, slick with desire.
She rubbed herself against me, her clit throbbing with need. I could feel her heat, even through the layers of fabric that separated us.
She reached down, pulling aside her panties. Then she guided me inside her, gasping as I filled her up.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. She rode me hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening with each stroke.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I kept going, driving deeper and deeper inside her.
And then I was there, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I groaned, my body shaking with the force of it.
She followed me over the edge, her pussy clenching around me as she came.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together. Then she sat up, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy.
I couldn’t argue with that. It had been amazing.
But as we got dressed and headed back to our desks, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the start of something more.
Only time would tell.
