In the hallowed halls of the corporate world, where suits and ties reign supreme, there existed a woman who dared to be different. Her name was Marianne, a statuesque beauty with a mane of fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and a pair of nude, huge breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was a sight to behold, a beacon of femininity in a sea of testosterone. But what truly set her apart was her choice of attire – or rather, the lack thereof.
Marianne was a staunch advocate for body positivity and sexual liberation, and she wore her beliefs proudly on her sleeve. Or rather, she didn’t wear anything on her sleeve, for she had made the bold decision to go braless in the office. Her ample bosom was encased in nothing but a thin layer of silk, and her nipples often stood at attention, poking through the fabric like accusatory fingers. It was a sight that both scandalized and aroused her colleagues, and rumors of her provocative outfit quickly spread throughout the company.
One such colleague was a man named Jack, a young and ambitious executive who had recently been promoted to a position of power. He had heard whispers of Marianne’s scandalous attire, and he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. He had always had a thing for confident women, and Marianne seemed to exude confidence in spades. He decided to approach her, to see if the rumors were true.
He found her in her office, hunched over her desk as she poured over a stack of documents. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her glasses perched precariously on the bridge of her nose. She looked every inch the professional, save for the aforementioned lack of a bra. Jack felt his heart quicken as he took in the sight of her, and he knew that he had to have her.
“Marianne,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
She looked up from her work, her green eyes meeting his gaze. “Jack,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “What can I do for you?”
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He didn’t want to come off as crude or inappropriate, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards her. “I…I’ve heard about your…style,” he said, gesturing vaguely towards her chest. “And I have to say, I’m intrigued.”
Marianne raised an eyebrow, a look of amusement crossing her face. “My style, huh?” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “And what exactly is it that you find so intriguing about it?”
Jack swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “Well…you’re not wearing a bra,” he said, stating the obvious. “And I have to admit, it’s…it’s very alluring.”
Marianne’s smile widened, and she leaned back in her chair, her breasts pressing against the silk of her blouse. “Is that so?” she said, her voice low and sultry. “And what do you plan to do about it?”
Jack felt his heart race as he took in the sight of her, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could do to her. He knew that he had to tread carefully, that he couldn’t come on too strong. He had to play this just right, to seduce her in a way that would leave her begging for more.
“I want to touch you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel your skin against mine, to taste your lips and explore your body.”
Marianne’s eyes darkened with desire, and she stood up from her chair, closing the distance between them. “Then what are you waiting for?” she said, her voice a mere breath against his ear.
Jack didn’t need any further invitation. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and crushing his lips against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest, and he knew that she was as into this as he was.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he made his way to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Jack continued to explore her body, his hands roaming over her curves as he kissed and nibbled at her neck. She was moaning louder now, her hips grinding against his as she sought out more friction. He could feel her wetness seeping through her panties, and he knew that she was ready for him.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. She stepped out of them, her legs wide open as she offered herself to him. He knelt before her, his face level with her pussy. He could see the patch of red curls that covered her mound, and he couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was already wet, her juices coating his tongue as he explored her folds. She moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair as she held him in place. He could feel her muscles clenching around his tongue, and he knew that she was close.
He continued to lick and suck at her clit, his fingers exploring her pussy as he sought out her g-spot. He found it easily, her wetness making it easy for him to slide his fingers inside her. She moaned louder, her hips bucking as she rode his fingers.
He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, and he knew that she was about to cum. He quickened his pace, his fingers moving in and out of her as his tongue continued to tease her clit. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came hard, her juices coating his fingers and chin.
He stood up, his lips finding hers as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and she moaned, her hands reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. He was already hard, his length straining against the fabric as she rubbed her hand up and down his shaft.
He broke the kiss, his hands reaching down to undo his pants. She helped him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and ready for her. She wrapped her hand around his length, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth.
He moaned, his head falling back as she stroked him. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his cock. He was salty and sweet, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft as she swallowed him whole.
He moaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair as she sucked him. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, and she knew that he was close. She quickened her pace, her head bobbing up and down his shaft as she swallowed him whole.
He came hard, his cum filling her mouth as she swallowed every drop. She stood up, her lips finding his as she kissed him deeply. He could taste himself on her lips, and he knew that this was just the beginning.
They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies, their moans and sighs echoing through the office as they fucked in every position imaginable. They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reveled in the pleasure that they brought each other.
And when they were finished, when they had both cum multiple times and their bodies were slick with sweat, they lay in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in time with each other’s. They knew that this was just the beginning, that they had only scratched the surface of what they could do together.
And they couldn’t wait to explore each other some more.
