In the bustling office of a large corporation, a woman named Samantha sat at her desk. She was a striking figure, with long, curly brunette hair and bright green eyes. But what truly set her apart were her ample assets – her huge, round breasts, barely contained by her blouse, and the thick tuft of dark hair between her legs.
Samantha had always been a bit of a rebel, unafraid to flaunt the conventions of society. And as she sat at her desk, working on her latest project, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of the secret she was keeping.
It was a slow day at the office, and as Samantha looked around, she noticed that most of her colleagues had stepped out for lunch. She decided to take advantage of the quiet moment to indulge in a little bit of self-pleasure.
She stood up from her desk, her heart racing with excitement, and locked the door to her office. Then, she turned to face the full-length mirror that hung on the wall.
Slowly, she began to undress, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She slipped off her blouse, revealing her luscious breasts, and then wriggled out of her skirt. She stood before the mirror in just her lacy lingerie, feeling incredibly sexy and desirable.
With a wicked smile, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spill free. She cupped them in her hands, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching.
Then, she slid her panties down her legs, revealing the dark curls of her pubic hair. She spread her legs wide, admiring the sight of her own nakedness.
She couldn’t resist any longer. She reached down between her legs and began to touch herself, her fingers sliding through her wet folds. She moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking as she rubbed her clit.
Just then, she heard a knock at the door. She froze, her heart racing. Had someone seen her? She quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around herself, trying to cover up as much as possible.
“Who is it?” she called out, her voice shaking.
“It’s me, John,” came the reply. John was a handsome young intern who had started at the company just a few weeks ago. Samantha had been flirting with him mercilessly, but she had never expected him to take her up on her advances.
“What do you want?” she asked, trying to hide the desperation in her voice.
“I saw you come in here,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are. And I couldn’t resist the chance to see you like this.”
Samantha’s heart was pounding in her chest. She knew she should tell him to go away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wanted him, wanted him so badly.
“Come in,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
John opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes locked on Samantha’s body. She could see the desire in his gaze, and it only made her want him more.
He walked over to her, his eyes never leaving hers, and took the blanket from her hands. It fell to the floor, leaving Samantha completely exposed.
John reached out and touched her, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. She gasped with pleasure, her nipples hardening under his touch.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing deeply and passionately. Samantha could feel her arousal building, her body trembling with desire.
John broke the kiss and began to explore her body, his hands roaming over her breasts and stomach. He knelt down before her, his eyes fixed on her wet, glistening folds.
He leaned in and began to lick her, his tongue teasing her clit and sliding through her wetness. Samantha moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking as he licked and sucked her.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation. John sensed her approaching climax and redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against her clit.
With a cry of pleasure, Samantha came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. John stood up and pulled her close, his lips finding hers once again.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Samantha knew that this was a moment of indiscretion, a moment that they would have to keep secret.
But she didn’t care. She had never felt so alive, so desired. And she knew that she would do anything to feel this way again.
