It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional ring of a telephone. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with a voluptuous figure and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk, staring at the mountains of paperwork that threatened to consume her.
Sarah’s blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, her ample bosom spilling out of her lacy bra. She wore no panties, her pubic hair a wild and untamed bush. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, the fabric of her skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her pale, creamy thighs.
Across the office, Mark, a tall and handsome man in his early thirties, couldn’t help but stare. He had always had a thing for Sarah, with her fiery hair and her voluptuous figure. He imagined what it would be like to run his hands over her curves, to feel the weight of her breasts in his hands, to taste the sweetness of her skin.
Mark couldn’t take it any longer. He stood up, his heart pounding in his chest, and walked over to Sarah’s desk. “Sarah,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I need to talk to you.”
Sarah looked up, her green eyes meeting Mark’s. She smiled, a slow and seductive smile that made Mark’s heart race. “Of course, Mark,” she said, her voice a soft purr. “What can I do for you?”
Mark hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. He knew he wanted her, but he didn’t know how to ask. “Sarah,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t take it anymore.”
Sarah’s smile widened, and she stood up, her body pressing against Mark’s. “I’ve wanted you too, Mark,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She reached down, her hand brushing against the bulge in Mark’s pants. “Let’s not wait any longer.”
Mark groaned, his hips thrusting forward as Sarah’s hand wrapped around his cock. He pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting and exploring.
Sarah pulled away, her eyes shining with desire. She reached down, her fingers trailing through the wetness of her pussy. “I’m ready, Mark,” she said, her voice husky. “I want you inside me.”
Mark didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed Sarah back onto her desk, her legs spread wide. He knelt between her thighs, his mouth finding her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers plunging deep inside her.
Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against Mark’s mouth. “Yes, Mark,” she cried out, her fingers twisting in his hair. “Just like that.”
Mark continued to eat her out, his tongue flicking against her clit as his fingers fucked her hard. Sarah’s moans grew louder, her body writhing and twisting as she approached her climax.
With a final cry of pleasure, Sarah came, her juices flowing freely. Mark stood up, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at Sarah’s entrance, his eyes meeting hers. “I’m going to fuck you now, Sarah,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Sarah nodded, her eyes shining with desire. “Yes, Mark,” she said, her voice husky. “Fuck me hard.”
Mark thrust forward, his cock filling Sarah’s pussy. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together.
Sarah’s moans grew louder, her fingernails digging into Mark’s back. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around Mark’s cock.
Mark groaned, his cock swelling as he approached his climax. He thrust deep inside Sarah, his seed filling her pussy.
They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slick with sweat. Mark looked down at Sarah, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice husky.
Sarah smiled, her eyes shining with pleasure. “Yes, it was,” she said, her fingers tracing patterns on Mark’s chest.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before finally pulling apart. They dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
Sarah looked over at Mark, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Same time tomorrow?” she asked, her voice husky.
Mark grinned, his heart racing. “You bet,” he said, his eyes shining with desire.
They went back to their desks, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They knew they would never be able to look at each other the same way again. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back.
But they didn’t care. They had found something special, something that made their mundane office jobs worthwhile. They had found each other, and they weren’t going to let go.
