In the dimly lit office, the hum of fluorescent lights mixed with the soft clacking of keyboards created a low ambiance. At her desk, Susan, the curvaceous woman with auburn hair and a penchant for low-cut blouses, worked tirelessly. Her ample cleavage was barely contained by the buttons of her blouse, drawing the occasional glance from her male coworkers.
At 28, Susan had striking hazel eyes, a button nose, and a pair of full, luscious lips. Her most captivating feature, however, were her sizeable breasts. They were a source of both pride and frustration for Susan, as she often drew attention for them rather than her intelligence and wit.
Tonight, she was alone in the office, working late to meet a deadline. She had shed her restrictive blazer and unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her assets. Her nipples hardened beneath the lace, sensitive to the chill in the air.
As she leaned forward to type, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the darkened window. Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her chest rose and fell with each breath. She absentmindedly ran her fingers over her nipples, feeling the heat and the sensitivity build.
Suddenly, she heard a soft cough behind her. Startled, she spun around to find her coworker, Tom, standing in the doorway. At 32, Tom was tall, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled jawline. He was a bit of a ladies’ man, and Susan had often caught him eyeing her in the office.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Tom stammered, his gaze flicking to Susan’s chest before quickly darting back up to her face.
Susan felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. “It’s alright, Tom. I was just…working,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Susan’s. “You look…flustered,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Susan swallowed hard, feeling a sudden heat pool in her belly. “I…I am,” she admitted.
Tom took another step forward, closing the distance between them. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Susan’s face. “May I…help you with something?” he asked, his fingers tracing a path down her cheek.
Susan’s breath hitched in her throat as she nodded, her eyes locked on Tom’s.
Tom’s hand continued its journey down Susan’s body, lingering on the swell of her breast. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he could see the desire in her eyes. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
Susan moaned softly, her body melting against Tom’s. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and she couldn’t help but grind against him.
Tom’s hand slipped beneath Susan’s blouse, caressing her soft, warm skin. He traced the curve of her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
Susan gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself against Tom’s hand. She could feel her arousal growing, her body trembling with need.
Tom broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Susan’s neck. He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. “I want you, Susan,” he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.
Susan’s only response was a soft moan as she fumbled with the buttons of Tom’s shirt. Once she had undone them, she ran her hands over his chiseled chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.
Tom’s hands were busy too, sliding Susan’s blouse down her shoulders and unclasping her bra. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and aching.
Tom couldn’t resist any longer. He dipped his head, taking one of Susan’s nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling Susan shiver and moan beneath him.
Susan’s hands tangled in Tom’s hair, holding him close as he worshiped her breasts. She could feel her arousal building, her body trembling with need.
Tom’s hand slipped between Susan’s thighs, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was ready for him.
He hooked his fingers beneath the fabric, pulling them aside to reveal Susan’s neatly trimmed pubic hair. She was already wet, her lips glistening with arousal.
Tom slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. He added a second finger, stretching her as he prepared her for his cock.
Susan’s moans grew louder, her body writhing against Tom’s hand. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening as Tom’s fingers moved inside her.
Tom could feel Susan’s muscles tightening around his fingers, and he knew she was close. He quickened his pace, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit.
Susan cried out, her body shaking as she came. Tom continued to work her clit, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.
Once Susan had caught her breath, she reached for Tom’s pants, undoing the button and zipper. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
Tom hissed in a breath, his hips bucking as Susan began to stroke him. She could feel the heat and the hardness of him, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.
Tom pulled away from Susan, his cock slick with her arousal. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.
Susan looked up at Tom, her eyes filled with desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom didn’t need any further encouragement. He thrust into her, filling her completely.
Susan cried out, her body arching as she felt Tom inside her. He felt so good, so right.
Tom began to move, his hips pistoning as he drove into Susan. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
Susan could feel another orgasm building, her muscles clenching around Tom’s cock. She reached up, her fingers tangled in Tom’s hair as she pulled him down for a kiss.
Tom deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Susan’s mouth as he felt her muscles tighten around him. He knew she was close, and he couldn’t wait to feel her come apart around him.
Susan’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out Tom’s name. Tom followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. They lay there for a moment, their breathing heavy and their hearts racing.
“That was…incredible,” Susan whispered, her head resting on Tom’s chest.
Tom smiled, his hand tracing patterns on Susan’s back. “Yes, it was,” he agreed.
They lay there for a few more minutes, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating in sync.
Finally, Susan stirred, her fingers tracing patterns on Tom’s chest. “We should…get dressed,” she said, her voice soft.
Tom nodded, his hand cupping Susan’s cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. “Yes, we should,” he agreed.
They dressed in silence, their eyes locked on each other as they buttoned their shirts and straightened their clothes.
Once they were dressed, Susan looked up at Tom, a small smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Tom smiled, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Susan’s face. “No, thank you,” he whispered back.
And with that, they went their separate ways, their bodies sated and their hearts full. They both knew that what had happened between them was more than just a one-night stand. It was the start of something new, something exciting, and something worth exploring.
But for now, they were content to let the memory of their encounter linger, a secret shared between two people who had found something special in each other.
