It was a typical day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of keyboards filled the air. But in the corner office, a different kind of hum was building.
Sarah, a confident and curvy woman in her late twenties, sat at her desk. Her ample bosom was on full display, framed by the low cut of her blouse. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, the fabric of her skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her pubic hair.
Across the room, Mark, a young and ambitious intern, couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had been fantasizing about Sarah since his first day on the job. Her beauty was intoxicating, and he longed to taste her sweetness.
Mark mustered up the courage to approach Sarah, his heart pounding in his chest. “Sarah,” he stammered, “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
Sarah looked up from her work, her piercing green eyes meeting Mark’s. “Of course, Mark,” she said, her voice like honey. “What do you need?”
Mark hesitated, his mind racing. He wanted to ask Sarah out, to take her on a date and explore the chemistry that had been building between them. But he was afraid of rejection, of ruining the dynamic in the office.
Instead, he asked Sarah for help with a project, hoping to spend more time with her. Sarah agreed, and they spent the next hour poring over spreadsheets and reports.
As they worked, Mark couldn’t help but steal glances at Sarah’s cleavage. He longed to reach out and touch her, to feel her soft skin beneath his fingers.
