Rebecca, a 28-year-old woman with an alluring charm, worked in a high-rise office building. Her desk sat right in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, providing a breathtaking view of the city. Rebecca’s boss, Mr. Thompson, had always admired her confidence and the way she carried herself. She had an air of sensuality that he couldn’t ignore.
One day, after hours of working diligently, Rebecca leaned back in her chair, her huge breasts straining against her blouse. She sighed, her gaze wandering to the cityscape before her. Her long, brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, and a sudden gust of wind from the air conditioning revealed a glimpse of her pubic hair through her skirt.
Mr. Thompson, who had been watching Rebecca from his office, felt a surge of desire. He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. He strode towards Rebecca’s desk, his eyes glued to her curvaceous figure.
“Rebecca,” he began, his voice husky. “I’ve been watching you. You’re so dedicated, so… beautiful.”
Rebecca blushed, looking up at her boss in surprise. She had always found him attractive, but she never thought he would approach her.
“Mr. Thompson,” she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. “I-I didn’t know.”
“Call me Mark,” he insisted, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. “I want you, Rebecca. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Rebecca gasped, her eyes wide. She had never been so bold, but she found herself unable to resist Mark’s advances. She stood up, her body brushing against his.
“Mark,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want you too.”
Mark’s hands roamed over Rebecca’s body, cupping her breasts and kneading them gently. She moaned, her head falling back as he kissed her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe.
Rebecca’s hands reached for Mark’s belt, undoing it with trembling fingers. She pulled his cock out, stroking it gently as he groaned with pleasure.
Mark’s fingers found Rebecca’s clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She was already wet, her juices coating his fingers. He slid a finger inside her, then two, preparing her for his cock.
Rebecca moaned, her hips grinding against his hand. She was ready, more than ready. Mark positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“Yes, Mark,” she breathed, pushing back against him. “Fuck me.”
Mark thrust into her, filling her completely. Rebecca cried out, her nails digging into the desk as he began to move. He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
Rebecca’s moans filled the room, mixing with Mark’s grunts of pleasure. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as Mark fucked her. She was close, so close.
With a final thrust, Mark came inside her, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. Rebecca followed shortly after, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, Mark pulled out, tucking his cock back into his pants.
“Rebecca,” he said, his voice soft. “That was incredible.”
Rebecca smiled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “Yes, it was.”
They didn’t speak again, both lost in their own thoughts. But the memory of their encounter would stay with them, a secret shared between two people who had dared to give in to their desires.
