It was a typical day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, and the distant clatter of keyboards provided a steady rhythm. But in the corner office, something was different.
Behind the closed door, a woman sat at her desk, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a file folder. Her name was Marianne, a striking woman in her late thirties with long, curly hair that cascaded down her back in auburn waves. She was known for her sharp intellect and sharp wit, but today she seemed distracted, her thoughts elsewhere.
Marianne’s blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hint of cleavage, her ample breasts barely contained by the lace of her bra. A thin strip of pubic hair peeked out from the top of her skirt, a daring glimpse of the woman beneath the professional exterior.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Marianne’s heart skipped a beat as she called out, “Come in.” The door opened, and in walked James, a young intern who had started just a week ago. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and Marianne felt a familiar stirring in her loins as she took him in.
James hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to Marianne’s exposed cleavage before meeting her gaze. “You asked to see me, Marianne?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marianne stood, her body moving with a grace and confidence that belied her nerves. “Yes, James,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I did.”
She moved around the desk, closing the distance between them. James swallowed hard as she approached, his eyes locked on hers. Marianne reached out, her fingers brushing against James’s tie, tracing the length of it down to the knot at his throat.
“I’ve been watching you, James,” she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his ear. “You have a certain… intensity about you.”
James’s breath hitched as Marianne’s hand moved to his chest, her fingers splayed wide as she felt the rapid beating of his heart. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew he wanted her.
Slowly, deliberately, Marianne began to unbutton James’s shirt, her fingers lingering on each button as she revealed more and more of his tanned, toned chest. James’s breath came in ragged gasps as she moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.
With a flick of her wrist, Marianne undid the button and zipper, letting James’s pants fall to the floor. He stood before her, bare-chested and aroused, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
Marianne knelt before him, her eyes locked on his as she slowly pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of his shaft.
James moaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in Marianne’s hair as she took him deeper, her lips sliding up and down his length. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, his moans growing louder as she sucked and licked him.
But Marianne wasn’t satisfied yet. She wanted more, needed more. With a flick of her wrist, she stood, her body moving with a fluid grace that belied her years. She took James’s hand, leading him to the couch in the corner of the room.
Marianne pushed him down, her body moving over his as she straddled him, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare thighs. James’s hands reached up, cupping her breasts as she ground against him, her wetness coating his cock.
With a swift movement, Marianne impaled herself on him, her body taking him in with a sigh of pleasure. James moaned, his hands moving to her hips as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of the office outside. Marianne’s fingers dug into James’s chest as she rode him harder, her body moving with a wild abandon she had never known before.
Suddenly, she felt James’s fingers move between them, his thumb finding her clit as he rubbed slow circles around it. Marianne cried out, her body trembling as she came, her orgasm pulsing through her like a wave.
James wasn’t far behind, his cock twitching inside her as he came, his moans mingling with hers. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and pleasure.
Marianne looked down at James, a satisfied smile on her face. “Welcome to the
