In the dimly lit office, the air was thick with tension and desire. The woman, Marianne, sat at her desk, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the cool surface. She was in her late thirties, with a voluptuous figure, her ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut blouse. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her bright green eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and anticipation.
Marianne had been working late, finishing up some paperwork, when she heard a soft knock on the door. She looked up to see a tall, handsome man, James, standing in the doorway. He was a few years younger than her, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a toned physique that was evident even through his suit.
Without uttering a word, James closed the door behind him and locked it. He then walked over to Marianne’s desk, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned down, his hands bracing himself on the desk, and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Marianne’s heart raced as she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She stood up, her body brushing against James’, and looked deep into his eyes. She reached up, her fingers lightly tracing his jawline, before pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
Their lips met in a frenzy, their tongues dancing together in a primal rhythm. James’ hands roamed over Marianne’s body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. Marianne let out a soft moan, her body arching towards him, wanting more.
James broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Marianne’s neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. He reached the edge of her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons, exposing her lacy black bra and the generous mounds of flesh it contained.
Marianne shivered with pleasure as James’ lips found her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, teasing them to hard peaks. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of his touch.
James’ hands wandered down Marianne’s body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, before sliding under her skirt. He found her wet and ready, her pubic hair trimmed and neat, her pussy slick with desire.
Marianne gasped as James’ fingers entered her, her hips bucking against him. He stroked her slowly, his thumb pressing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She reached down, her fingers fumbling with James’ belt, freeing his hard cock. She stroked him, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling him throb with desire.
James growled, his fingers leaving Marianne’s pussy, his hands gripping her hips. He lifted her, placing her on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide.
He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. Marianne looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, as he entered her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their moans and gasps filling the room. James’ hands gripped Marianne’s hips, pulling her closer, driving himself deeper into her.
Marianne’s nails dug into James’ shoulders, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around James’ cock.
With a final thrust, James pushed Marianne over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
James followed soon after, his cock twitching inside Marianne, filling her with his seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing heavy. And then, with a soft kiss, they parted, their moment of indiscretion coming to an end.
Marianne straightened her clothes, her fingers trembling slightly. She looked at James, a small smile playing on her lips. “Until next time,” she whispered, her eyes filled with promise.
James nodded, his own smile mirroring hers. “Until next time,” he echoed, before turning and leaving the office, the door closing softly behind him.
Marianne sat down, her body still thrumming with pleasure. She looked at the clock, realizing she had lost track of time. With a soft sigh, she turned back to her paperwork, a satisfied smile on her face.
The night was still young, and there were still many things to be done. But for now, she allowed herself a moment of indulgence, her thoughts filled with the memory of James’ touch, his kiss, and the pleasure they had shared.
