It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional tap of keys from the cubicles. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with a voluptuous figure and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk. Her emerald green eyes scanned the spreadsheets on her screen, but her mind was elsewhere.
She glanced down at her blouse, which struggled to contain her ample assets. A smirk played on her lips as she recalled the recent trimming of her pubic hair, leaving only a neatly groomed triangle in the front. She crossed her legs, the hem of her pencil skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her stockings.
A sudden noise startled her from her reverie. She looked up to see Mark, a tall, dark, and handsome man in his early thirties, approaching her desk. He was the office heartthrob, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. Sarah felt a familiar stirring in her loins.
“Hey, Sarah,” Mark greeted, his gaze lingering on her chest. “Got a minute?”
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She cleared her throat, willing her voice to remain steady. “Sure, Mark. What can I do for you?”
Mark leaned against her desk, his cologne invading her senses. “I was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch with me today. There’s a new place downtown I’ve been wanting to try.”
Sarah’s mind raced. This was it, the opportunity she’d been waiting for. She batted her eyelashes, playing coy. “I’d love to, Mark. But I’m afraid I didn’t bring a lunch today.”
Mark chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “That’s not a problem. I’ll treat you.”
As they walked to the elevator, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. She knew what this lunch meant: the beginning of something new, something exciting.
They arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a private booth in the back. The intimacy of the setting sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine. They ordered their food, and as they waited, the conversation flowed easily. Sarah found herself entranced by Mark’s charm, his laughter infectious.
Finally, the food arrived. As they ate, Sarah’s foot found its way to Mark’s leg under the table. She traced small circles on his thigh, feeling him tense beneath her touch. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear. “I have a confession to make, Mark,” she whispered.
Mark’s eyes widened, but he didn’t protest as Sarah told him about her recent grooming, her heart pounding in her chest. When she finished, she looked at him expectantly, her breath hitching as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“I have a confession of my own, Sarah. I’ve wanted you since the day you started working here.”
Before Sarah could respond, Mark’s lips were on hers. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her blouse. Sarah moaned, her body responding to his touch.
They broke apart, their breaths mingling. “My office, five minutes,” Mark said, his voice husky with desire.
Sarah nodded, her mind racing. She gathered her things and made her way to Mark’s office, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Mark crossed the room, his eyes locked on hers. He reached for her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons. Sarah’s breasts spilled forth, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. Mark leaned down, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. Sarah cried out, her hands tangling in his hair.
Mark’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and teasing her sensitive spots. Sarah returned the favor, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. He was hard and ready for her, and she couldn’t wait any longer.
She pushed him back onto the couch, his cock springing free. She wrapped her lips around it, her tongue swirling around the tip. Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. Sarah took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
Mark’s breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting upward. Sarah could feel him on the edge, and she pulled back, a wicked grin on her lips. “Not yet,” she said, her voice husky.
She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his cock. Mark’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her down onto him. Sarah cried out as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Sarah’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching. Mark’s fingers found her clit, teasing it in time with his thrusts. Sarah’s orgasm built, her moans growing louder.
With a final thrust, Mark came, his hot cum filling her. Sarah followed, her body shuddering with pleasure. They collapsed onto the couch, their breathing heavy.
“Wow,” Sarah breathed, her body still trembling.
Mark chuckled, his arms wrapped around her. “I told you I’ve wanted you since the day you started working here.”
Sarah smiled, her head resting on his chest. “And I’m glad you finally made a move.”
They stayed like that for a while, their bodies entwined. Sarah knew their encounter would have consequences, but she didn’t care. For now, she was content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
