In the dimly lit office building, Sarah worked late into the night. She was a successful businesswoman with a reputation for her fierce determination and sharp intellect. Her ample assets, however, were often the subject of whispers and gossip amongst her colleagues. Sarah, unbothered by their trivial concerns, took pride in her confidence and embraced her sexuality.
Tonight, she had decided to forgo her usual business attire and work in the comfort of her lacy lingerie. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by the soft glow of her desk lamp. Her large, firm breasts were barely contained by her sheer lace bra, while her thick, dark pubic hair peeked out from the sides of her lacy panties.
As she worked, she felt a sudden surge of arousal. Her nipples hardened, and she couldn’t help but let her hand wander down to her aching pussy. She began to rub slow, deliberate circles around her clit, her breath hitching with every stroke.
Lost in the moment, she didn’t hear the door open. Her boss, John, walked in, catching her mid-stroke. He was a tall, handsome man, with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence. Sarah’s heart raced, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she looked him in the eyes and continued to pleasure herself.
John, taken aback, couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his pants. He approached Sarah, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Let me help you.”
Sarah, with a sly smile, nodded. John wasted no time, his fingers tracing a path up her inner thigh. He cupped her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from it. Sarah moaned, her hips bucking towards his touch.
John, emboldened, slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties. He found her clit, swollen and sensitive. He began to circle it, matching the rhythm Sarah had set earlier. Sarah’s breath hitched, her moans growing louder.
John, unable to resist, leaned down and took one of Sarah’s nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, as Sarah’s moans grew even louder. She reached down and began to stroke John’s growing erection through his pants.
With a growl, John stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. Sarah followed suit, her lingerie falling to the floor. John, unable to wait any longer, grabbed Sarah and pressed her against the desk. He entered her in one swift motion, causing Sarah to cry out in pleasure.
They moved together, their bodies becoming one. Sarah’s moans filled the room, as John’s thrusts grew harder and faster. Sarah reached down and began to rub her clit, the sensation building inside her.
With a cry, Sarah came, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. John, feeling her pussy clench around him, followed suit, his release filling her.
Breathless, they collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat. John looked at Sarah, a satisfied smile on his face. “I think we’ll have to make working late a regular thing,” he said, his fingers tracing patterns on Sarah’s bare skin.
Sarah, with a sly smile, agreed. “I think that can be arranged.”
