In the dimly lit office building, the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant whir of the air conditioning unit were the only sounds to break the silence. A woman named Samantha, 27 years old, sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen. She had stayed late after work to finish a project, her boss demanding it be completed by the morning.
Samantha’s long brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to her piercing green eyes. Her ample bosom heaved with every breath, the buttons of her blouse straining to contain her 36DD breasts. She crossed her legs, the nylon of her stockings rustling as she adjusted herself in her chair.
As the hours ticked by, the building grew quieter, and Samantha’s thoughts began to wander. She had been working non-stop for hours, and her body craved release. She stood up from her chair and stretched, her full breasts pressing against the fabric of her blouse. She couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she thought about what might happen if she stayed in the office any longer.
Samantha decided to take a chance. She walked over to the blinds and drew them closed, plunging the office into darkness. She then locked the door, ensuring that she was truly alone. She turned to face her desk, her heart pounding in her chest.
With trembling hands, she undid the buttons of her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Her lacy bra barely contained her breasts, her hard nipples poking through the fabric. She unzipped her pencil skirt, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her matching lace thong and stockings.
She sat down on the edge of her desk, her legs spread wide. She ran her fingers over her panties, feeling the dampness seep through the fabric. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, her mind filled with dirty thoughts.
Suddenly, she heard a noise. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was her coworker, Jake, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a devilish grin.
