In the dimly lit office, a woman named Samantha sat at her desk, working late into the night. Her ample bosom heaved with each breath, the buttons of her blouse struggling to contain their bounty. She was a striking figure, with fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders and auburn pubic hair that peeked above the top of her lacy panties.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and in walked James, the new intern. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. Samantha couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she took in his muscular frame and the obvious bulge in his pants.
James hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was interrupting something. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Samantha smiled, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “No, not at all,” she said, standing up and walking over to him. “I was just finishing up some work.”
As she approached, James couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined what it would be like to bury his face between those luscious breasts.
Samantha noticed his gaze and smiled knowingly. She reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering on his skin for a moment. “You seem a little tense,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Why don’t you let me help you relax?”
James’s heart skipped a beat as she spoke. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this beautiful, voluptuous woman really hitting on him?
