In the dimly lit office, a woman named Samantha sat at her desk. She was a curvaceous woman, with large, firm breasts and a mass of curly brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her full, luscious lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.
Samantha had been working late, trying to finish up a report for her boss. She was dressed in a form-fitting skirt and blouse, with a pair of black stockings and high heels. She was the only one left in the office, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as she worked.
As she typed away at her computer, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. She thought about the man she had been seeing, a handsome and fiery Latin lover named Carlos. She imagined him sneaking up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined his lips on her skin, his hands roaming over her body.
She was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until she felt a warm breath on her neck that she realized she wasn’t alone. She turned to see Carlos standing there, a sly smile on his face.
“I thought you might still be here,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
Samantha’s heart raced as she looked up at him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew that she wanted him. She stood up, her body pressing against his.
“I’m so glad you came,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Carlos wasted no time, his hands reaching up to cup Samantha’s breasts. She moaned as he squeezed and caressed them, his thumbs flicking at her hard nipples through the fabric of her blouse.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss.
Samantha responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with his as they explored each other’s mouths. She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that she needed more.
She reached down, her hand finding the zipper of Carlos’s pants. She pulled it down, her fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock. He moaned as she stroked him, his hips thrusting forward.
Samantha broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Carlos’s neck. She nibbled at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Carlos didn’t need any further encouragement. He picked Samantha up, setting her on the edge of the desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He reached under her skirt, his fingers finding the wet heat of her pussy. She moaned as he stroked her, his fingers sliding easily inside her.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his lips finding hers again.
Samantha could only moan in response, her hips grinding against his hand. She was beyond words, beyond thought. All she could think about was the feel of his fingers inside her, the heat of his body against hers.
Carlos pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. Samantha gasped as he entered her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
He began to move, his hips thrusting forward in a slow, steady rhythm. Samantha matched him, her own hips rising to meet his.
Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, their moans and gasps filling the room. Samantha could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing as the pleasure built.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her nails digging into Carlos’s back.
He didn’t, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Samantha could feel herself on the brink, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shuddering as the pleasure consumed her.
Carlos followed her, his own orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time. And then, with a contented sigh, Carlos pulled out of Samantha.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, his voice soft.
Samantha smiled, watching as he walked out of the office. She knew that she would be thinking about him all night, her body aching for his touch.
The end.
