In the dimly lit office, the air was thick with tension as Sarah and John found themselves alone, the last remnants of the workday fading away. Sarah, a woman of Amazonian stature, stood tall and proud, her voluptuous figure accentuated by the soft glow of the desk lamp. Her hair, a cascade of fiery red curls, framed her face, drawing attention to her emerald green eyes. Her porcelain skin was adorned with a smattering of freckles, adding to her allure.
The most striking feature, however, was her ample bosom, two mounds of flesh that seemed to defy gravity, each one a testament to her femininity. The dark hair that adorned her most intimate area was a stark contrast to the fairness of her skin, a hint of the wildness that lay beneath her professional exterior.
John, a man of average build, found himself captivated by her presence. His eyes traced the curves of her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the narrowness of her waist, and the flare of her hips. He felt a stirring in his loins, a hunger that he had long kept at bay.
As if sensing his desire, Sarah moved closer, her hips swaying gently with each step. She stood before him, her body language screaming of confidence and seduction. Her green eyes locked with his, a silent invitation passing between them.
Without a word, she reached for the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them one by one. She let the fabric slide off her shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra that held her breasts in place. John could see the outline of her nipples, hard and sensitive, begging for attention.
She reached behind her back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts, freed from their constraints, bounced gently, the nipples peaking in the cool air. John couldn’t help but stare, his mouth going dry at the sight.
Sarah, not one to be shy, reached out and traced a finger over the bulge in John’s pants. He gasped at her touch, his body responding instantly. She undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, already hard and eager.
She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers barely able to encircle the girth. She stroked him gently, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. John closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation.
But Sarah had other plans. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth. She knelt before him, her green eyes never leaving his. She licked her lips, a predatory smile playing on her lips.
She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. John groaned, his hands finding their way to her hair, tangling in the fiery red curls. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
John watched as she bobbed her head, her lips gliding up and down his shaft. He could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his belly. But he didn’t want to cum yet, not like this. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her warmth and wetness around him.
He pulled away, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. Sarah looked up at him, a question in her eyes. John didn’t need words. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet.
He kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting herself on his lips. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. Sarah moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
John pushed her against the desk, his hands finding her hips. He lifted her, placing her on the edge of the desk. Sarah wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass.
John positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock teasing her wet folds. Sarah whimpered, her body begging for him to enter her. But John took his time, savoring the moment.
He pushed into her, inch by inch, her tight warmth enveloping him. Sarah threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips as he filled her. John paused, giving her time to adjust to his size.
But Sarah was impatient. She bucked her hips, urging him to move. John complied, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building up in speed and intensity. Sarah matched his rhythm, her hips meeting his with each thrust.
Their moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire. John could feel the orgasm building again, his balls tightening. But he wanted Sarah to cum first, to feel her walls clenching around him.
He reached between them, finding her clit with his fingers. He rubbed her, his touch sending her over the edge. Sarah cried out, her orgasm rippling through her body. John felt her walls contracting around him, milking him.
With a final thrust, John came, his seed filling her. He collapsed against her, his breath hot against her neck. Sarah wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating in sync. Then, with a sigh, John pulled away, his cock slipping out of her.
They dressed in silence, their bodies still humming with pleasure. As they left the office, their eyes met, a silent promise passing between them. They would do this again, and soon.
