It was a slow day at the office. Emily, a 28-year-old woman with an imposing figure and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk, her gaze wandering to the clock on the wall. She sighed, her massive breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse.
Across the room, Tom, a young intern, couldn’t help but stare. He had always had a thing for Emily, with her full figure and her confident demeanor. He watched as she stood up, her curves on full display, and walked over to the water cooler.
Seizing the opportunity, Tom followed her. As Emily filled her cup, Tom couldn’t help but notice the small patch of red curls at the apex of her thighs, visible through her skirt. He felt a stirring in his pants.
Emily turned around, catching Tom’s gaze. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Tom blushed, but he didn’t look away. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emily walked closer, her hips swaying seductively. She placed a hand on Tom’s chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock. “Good,” she said, her lips brushing against his ear.
She took Tom’s hand and led him to the supply closet, closing the door behind them. Emily wasted no time, pulling Tom’s shirt over his head and running her hands over his chest. She leaned in, her massive breasts pressing against him, and kissed him deeply.
Tom responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Emily’s curves. He reached around and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. Emily moaned, her hips grinding against his.
Tom reached up and undid the buttons on Emily’s blouse, revealing her lacy black bra and her ample cleavage. He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Emily arched her back, her hands tangled in Tom’s hair.
Emily reached down and unzipped Tom’s pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it gently, her fingers slick with pre-cum. Tom moaned, his hips thrusting into her hand.
Emily sunk to her knees, her lips wrapping around Tom’s cock. She sucked and stroked, her tongue swirling around the head. Tom groaned, his hands on the back of her head.
Emily stood up and turned around, bending over and hiking up her skirt. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice husky.
Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. He stepped forward, his cock sliding into Emily’s wet pussy. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
Tom reached around and squeezed Emily’s breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. She moaned louder, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Tom could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening. Emily must have sensed it too, her pussy clenching around him even harder.
Tom groaned, his cock twitching as he came. Emily milked him dry, her pussy still clenching around him.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath. Emily turned around and kissed Tom, her tongue exploring his mouth. “That was fun,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.
Tom couldn’t help but agree.
