It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the room, punctuated only by the occasional tap of fingers on keyboards. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties with long, curly brown hair and a voluptuous figure, sat at her desk, staring at the clock. Her crimson blouse struggled to contain her ample cleavage, and her short black skirt revealed her toned legs. A small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair peeked out from the top of her skirt.
Across the room, Mark, a tall, muscular man in his early thirties, couldn’t help but steal glances at Sarah. His gaze lingered on her curves, her smooth skin, and the hint of hair that teased him. He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, trying to hide his growing arousal.
As the day wore on, Sarah noticed Mark’s lingering glances. She felt a familiar heat grow between her legs and a tingling in her nipples. She decided to take a chance and walked over to Mark’s desk, leaning over just enough to give him a glimpse of her cleavage.
“Mark,” she began, her voice low and sultry. “Could you help me with something in the supply closet?”
Mark’s heart raced as he followed Sarah to the small, dimly lit room. Once inside, Sarah closed the door and pressed her body against Mark’s, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Mark wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
Sarah’s hands roamed over Mark’s chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Mark’s hands traveled down Sarah’s back, gripping her ass and pulling her closer. Sarah let out a soft moan as she felt Mark’s growing erection press against her.
Mark broke the kiss, trailing kisses down Sarah’s neck to her cleavage. He pulled her blouse down, revealing her large, round breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Mark cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Sarah arched her back, letting out a soft gasp as Mark’s mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak.
Sarah’s hands worked at Mark’s belt, freeing his hard cock. She stroked him, feeling him grow harder in her hand. Mark’s fingers found the edge of Sarah’s skirt, pulling it up to reveal her bare pussy. He stroked her clit, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
Sarah pushed Mark back onto a stack of boxes, climbing on top of him. She guided his cock inside her, letting out a soft moan as he filled her. She rode him, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Mark’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her down harder onto him.
Sarah leaned forward, her nipples brushing against Mark’s chest. She whispered in his ear, “Fuck me harder, Mark.”
Mark obliged, thrusting up into her harder and faster. Sarah’s moans grew louder, filling the small room. Mark felt her pussy tighten around him as she came, her orgasm triggering his own. He came inside her, filling her with his warmth.
Sarah collapsed onto Mark, her head resting on his chest. They caught their breath, their bodies slick with sweat.
“We should get back to work,” Sarah said, reluctantly pulling away from Mark.
Mark nodded, tucking his cock back into his pants. Sarah straightened her clothes, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting her bra.
As they left the supply closet, neither of them could help but feel a newfound connection. Their secret encounter had brought them closer, and they both knew that this was just the beginning.
