In the heart of the city, there was a towering skyscraper, home to the most prestigious advertising agency, Thompson and Partners. In the middle of a busy workday, a woman named Felicity entered the office. She was a striking figure, with fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders and a confident stride that commanded attention. Her blouse struggled to contain her ample assets, and as she walked past her colleagues, they couldn’t help but steal a glance.
Felicity was well aware of the effect she had on people. She had always been confident in her sexuality, and she enjoyed the thrill of using it to her advantage. She had a meeting with her boss, Mr. Thompson, and she knew she had to make an impression.
She closed the door behind her and locked it. Mr. Thompson looked up from his desk, surprised to see Felicity standing there, her curves on full display. She had shed her pants and was now standing before him in nothing but her blouse, high heels, and a pair of lacy panties.
“Felicity, what are you doing?” Mr. Thompson stammered, trying to keep his eyes off her body.
“I want to show you something, Mr. Thompson,” Felicity said, sauntering towards him. She climbed onto his desk, her legs spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of her most intimate area. “Do you like what you see?”
Mr. Thompson was speechless. He had never seen Felicity like this before, and he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins. He tried to keep his composure, but Felicity was making it difficult.
She leaned forward, her breasts spilling out of her blouse. She traced a finger down his chest, feeling him tremble under her touch. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I want you, Mr. Thompson. I want you to take me right here, right now.”
Mr. Thompson couldn’t resist. He pulled Felicity close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Felicity moaned as Mr. Thompson’s fingers found her wetness, her body trembling under his touch.
Mr. Thompson shed his clothes, his cock standing at attention. Felicity wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He entered her, and she gasped at the sensation. They moved together, their bodies becoming one.
Felicity’s moans filled the room as Mr. Thompson thrust deeper and deeper. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes, Mr. Thompson, yes,” she cried out.
Mr. Thompson couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt himself on the brink of release, and he pulled out, his cum spilling onto Felicity’s stomach. She smiled up at him, her body sated.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths heavy. Felicity traced a finger down Mr. Thompson’s chest, her eyes sparkling. “I hope that was worth it, Mr. Thompson.”
“It was more than worth it, Felicity,” he replied, smiling. “It was worth everything.”
Felicity stood up, her body on display once again. She picked up her clothes and put them on, her movements confident and deliberate. She walked out of the office, leaving Mr. Thompson in a daze.
He couldn’t believe what had just happened. But as he looked down at his desk, at the evidence of their passion, he knew it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory, one he would treasure forever.
