In the corner office of a bustling Manhattan high-rise, a woman named Samantha Johnson sat at her desk. She was a successful businesswoman, known for her sharp mind and sharp tongue. She was in her late 30s, with a voluptuous figure and long, curly brunette hair that cascaded down her shoulders. But what truly set her apart were her huge breasts, which were barely contained by her blouse and always seemed to be the center of attention in any room she entered.
Samantha was working late one night when she heard a knock at the door. She called out, “Come in,” expecting it to be one of her employees with a last-minute question. But instead, it was the company’s handsome young intern, Jack.
Jack was a tall, athletic young man with short, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was fresh out of college and had been interning at the company for only a few weeks, but he had already made a name for himself as a hard worker and a quick learner.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Miss Johnson,” Jack said, his eyes fixed on Samantha’s chest. “I just needed to ask you a question about the report I’m working on.”
Samantha could see the desire in Jack’s eyes, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She had always found him attractive, with his chiseled jaw and muscular build, but she had never acted on her desires. Until now.
She stood up from her desk, letting her blouse fall open to reveal her ample cleavage. Jack’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her bare breasts, her nipples already hard with desire.
“I think I can help you with that, Jack,” Samantha said, her voice husky with desire.
She stepped around the desk, closing the distance between them. Jack’s heart raced as she reached out and gently touched his chest, her fingers tracing a path down to his belt buckle. She undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing his hard cock.
Samantha dropped to her knees, taking Jack’s cock in her mouth and sucking him deep. He moaned with pleasure as she worked her lips and tongue, bringing him to the brink of orgasm.
But Samantha wasn’t ready for him to cum yet. She stood up and led him over to the couch, pushing him down and climbing on top of him. She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his cock as she kissed him deeply.
Jack reached up and cupped Samantha’s breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. She began to ride him, her hips moving in time with his as they both reached for their peak.
Samantha leaned back, her hands braced on Jack’s thighs as she rode him harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure coursing through her body like an electric current.
With a final, powerful thrust, Jack came inside her, filling her with his hot seed. Samantha collapsed on top of him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts still racing.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the day you started here, Jack,” Samantha said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack smiled, his hands still on her hips.
“I’m glad you finally did, Miss Johnson,” he said.
They stayed like that for a while longer, lost in their own thoughts and the afterglow of their passionate encounter. And as the night wore on, they would explore each other’s bodies again and again, lost in their own world of pleasure and desire.
