In the dimly lit office, the hum of fluorescent lights mixed with the soft tap of keyboards created a low buzz. The only other sound was the occasional rustle of paper or cough from one of the many cubicles.
Amelia, a confident and curvy 28-year-old woman, sat at her desk, fingers dancing across the keyboard as she finished up some last-minute work. Her ample assets, barely contained by her button-up blouse, drew the occasional glance from her male coworkers. She couldn’t help but smirk, knowing exactly the effect she had on them.
Her gaze drifted towards the office of her boss, Mr. Harrison, a man in his early forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a chiseled jawline. He was always so focused on his work, never once glancing her way, despite the attraction simmering between them. Amelia knew it was time to make her move.
She stood, adjusted her short skirt, and sauntered over to his office, knocking gently on the door.
“Come in,” his deep voice echoed from within.
Entering, she found him engrossed in a document, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, drawing his attention.
“Ah, Amelia. I didn’t expect you to still be here,” he said, removing his glasses and setting them aside.
“I wanted to finish up some work, and I couldn’t help but notice how focused you were,” she replied, her voice sultry.
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that so?”
She nodded, approaching his desk. “Yes, and I thought perhaps you might need a break.”
Before he could respond, she leaned over his desk, her large breasts spilling out of her blouse, giving him an enticing view. She traced a finger along the edge of his desk, her eyes never leaving his.
He swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto her cleavage. “A break, you say?”
“Mhm,” she hummed, pushing her blouse aside to reveal a lacy black bra. “A very… satisfying break.”
With a growl, he stood, moving around the desk to stand in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling and licking as she shivered with pleasure. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her curves and unbuttoning her blouse.
Amelia moaned, her hands reaching for his belt, eager to feel his hard length against her. As she freed his cock, she stroked him, feeling him grow even harder in her grip.
He reached under her skirt, tearing her thong away and revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, testing her readiness.
“Please, Mr. Harrison,” she begged, her voice needy. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted her, setting her on the edge of the desk. With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slapping against each other as they sought their release. Amelia threw her head back, crying out as her orgasm washed over her, followed closely by Mr. Harrison’s own release.
Breathless, they collapsed against each other, basking in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.
“I think we both needed that break,” Amelia whispered, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.
Mr. Harrison chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, we did.”
As they straightened their clothes and returned to their work, neither could deny the spark that now burned between them, a secret bond forged in the heat of their passion.
