In the heart of a bustling city, there sat a towering skyscraper. Within its glass and steel walls, a woman named Samantha worked. She was a successful businesswoman, known for her sharp mind and razor-sharp wit. But today, she was not thinking about her work. No, she was thinking about the sensation of her silk blouse against her nipples, the way her pencil skirt hugged her curves, and the feeling of her lace thong against her swollen lips.
Samantha had always been a sexual woman, but lately, she had been feeling more and more restless. She would find herself daydreaming about the things she wanted to do to her colleagues, the things she wanted them to do to her. And today, she had decided to act on those desires.
She had come into the office early, wanting to be alone. She had locked the door to her office and stripped off her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door, taking in her reflection. Her nipples were hard and pointing straight out, and her pubic hair was thick and curly. She ran her hands over her huge breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. She pinched her nipples, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to her clit.
She walked over to her desk and sat down, spreading her legs wide. She began to touch herself, her fingers sliding easily over her wet lips. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed. She imagined that it was one of her colleagues, a man named Jack, touching her. She imagined his rough hands on her body, his fingers inside of her.
She was so lost in her fantasy that she didn’t hear the knock on the door. It wasn’t until she heard Jack’s voice that she opened her eyes.
“Samantha, are you in there?”
She quickly stood up, her heart racing. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself, tying the sash tightly.
“Yes, Jack. I’m in here. What can I do for you?”
He opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance.
“I, uh, I needed to go over some papers with you. But I can come back later if…”
She shook her head, taking a step towards him.
“No, it’s fine. We can do it now.”
She took another step towards him, closing the distance between them. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath her fingers. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“Unless, of course, you have something else in mind…”
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down to her lips.
“I, uh, I do.”
He reached out and took her face in his hands, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, making her gasp. He slid his hands down her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her robe. He pinched her nipples, making her moan even louder.
She reached down and undid the sash of her robe, letting it fall open. He groaned at the sight of her naked body, his hands immediately going to her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them, making her moan even louder.
He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on it. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close. He switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
She reached down and undid his pants, pushing them down his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and thick. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it up and down. He moaned, his head falling back.
She pushed him down onto the couch, climbing on top of him. She rubbed her wet pussy against his cock, making him gasp. She reached down and guided it inside of her, sinking down onto it.
They both moaned at the feeling of being connected, of being one. She began to ride him, her hips moving back and forth. He reached up and pinched her nipples, making her moan even louder.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He began to thrust up into her, making her moan even louder. She dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling the pleasure build inside of her.
She felt herself on the brink, her orgasm building deep within her. She moaned, her head falling back.
“Yes, Jack. Yes. I’m cumming.”
He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. She felt him cum inside of her, filling her with his warmth. She collapsed against him, her body spent.
They sat there for a moment, their hearts racing. She looked up at him, a smile on her face.
“I think we need to do that again sometime.”
He grinned, kissing her deeply.
“I think you’re right.”
