Evelyn, a 28-year-old woman with an air of confidence, worked in a high-rise office building with a breathtaking view of the city. Her colleagues admired her for her dedication and intelligence. However, they were unaware of her secret desire for intimate encounters in forbidden places.
One Friday evening, after most employees had left, Evelyn remained at her desk, finishing up some paperwork. She wore a form-fitting blouse that accentuated her ample cleavage and a knee-length skirt that revealed her toned legs. Underneath her clothes, she was naked, her pubic hair neatly trimmed.
As she leaned over to sign a document, she noticed the cleaning crew entering the office. Among them was a tall, muscular man named Tom, who couldn’t help but glance at Evelyn’s exposed décolletage. Intrigued, he decided to take a detour and approached her desk.
Tom, 35, a divorced father of two, found himself drawn to Evelyn’s allure. “Good evening, Evelyn,” he greeted her, making eye contact. “You’re still here?”
“Yes, I am,” she replied, looking up from her work. “I have some urgent matters to attend to. I hope I’m not disturbing your work.”
“Not at all,” he assured her, his gaze lingering on her chest.
Evelyn, sensing his attraction, decided to take a risk. She leaned back in her chair, her breasts threatening to spill out of her blouse. “Would you like to join me for a drink, Tom?”
Taken aback, Tom hesitated for a moment before accepting her offer. As they sipped their drinks, Evelyn began to flirt with him, her voice low and sultry. She touched his arm gently, and he felt a surge of excitement.
Soon, Evelyn stood up and walked over to the large windows overlooking the city. Tom followed her, his eyes fixed on her curves. As she leaned against the glass, Evelyn looked at Tom over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Do you like what you see, Tom?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom nodded, unable to speak. Evelyn smiled and reached behind her, slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse. As she revealed her bare breasts, Tom gasped.
Evelyn turned to face him, her nipples hard and erect. “Do you want to touch them?” she asked, her voice seductive.
Tom didn’t need any further invitation. He reached out and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Evelyn moaned softly, closing her eyes.
They stood there for a moment, lost in their desire. Then, Evelyn led Tom to her desk and pushed him down onto the chair. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and ground her hips against his crotch.
Tom could feel her warmth through her skirt, and he reached down to touch her. He slid his hand up her thigh and found her wet and ready.
Evelyn moaned as he entered her, her head thrown back in pleasure. Tom gripped her hips, thrusting deeper and harder. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat.
As they reached their climax, Evelyn cried out, her voice echoing through the empty office. Tom followed soon after, his orgasm intense and powerful.
Breathless, they collapsed onto the desk, their bodies entwined. For a few moments, they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their encounter.
Finally, Evelyn sat up and looked at Tom, her eyes filled with warmth. “Thank you, Tom,” she said, her voice sincere.
Tom smiled, still in awe of what had just happened. “Thank you, Evelyn,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
As they got dressed, they made plans to meet again. For Evelyn, it was the beginning of a new adventure. For Tom, it was a chance to rediscover his sexuality.
And so, they went their separate ways, their minds filled with memories of their illicit encounter. They knew they would never forget that night in the office, the night they had surrendered to their desires.
