In the dimly lit office, the scent of musk and sweat hung heavy in the air. The room was adorned with the trappings of power, a mahogany desk and leather chairs, but all of that was forgotten as two bodies intertwined.
Clara, the office manager, was a woman of Amazonian proportions, her body a testament to her love of food and drink. She was in her late forties, but her body still held the curves and softness that had captivated so many men and women before. Her pubic hair was a wild mane, untamed and natural, a stark contrast to the sleek and polished women in the office. Her huge breasts, a 38H, hung heavy and full, swaying with every movement.
Tonight, she was entertaining a guest, a young intern named Jamie, who had been eyeing her with a mix of fear and fascination. Jamie was a fresh-faced 22-year-old, her body slender and toned from years of dance and yoga. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief.
As they stood in front of each other, Clara reached out and ran her fingers through Jamie’s hair, pulling her close. Jamie’s breath hitched as she felt Clara’s breasts press against her own, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.
Clara leaned in, her lips brushing against Jamie’s ear. “Do you want to know what it’s like to be with a real woman?” she whispered, her voice husky and low.
Jamie nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt Clara’s hand drift down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. Clara’s other hand snaked up Jamie’s shirt, her fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach before reaching her breasts. Jamie gasped as she felt Clara’s thumb brush against her nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Clara’s lips found Jamie’s, her tongue exploring the younger woman’s mouth as they stood there, their bodies pressed together. Jamie moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in Clara’s hair as the older woman’s fingers continued to tease her nipples.
With a growl, Clara pulled Jamie’s shirt over her head, her mouth immediately finding Jamie’s breasts. She sucked and nibbled, her tongue lavishing attention on each nipple in turn, causing Jamie to moan and writhe in pleasure.
Clara’s hand drifted down Jamie’s body again, this time finding its way to the younger woman’s pants. She undid the button and zipper, her fingers slipping inside to find Jamie’s wet and ready. Jamie gasped, her back arching as Clara’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in slow circles.
“Do you like that?” Clara murmured, her lips brushing against Jamie’s ear. Jamie could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as Clara continued to touch her.
With a wicked smile, Clara led Jamie to the desk, pushing her down onto it. She spread Jamie’s legs, her fingers still working their magic. Jamie’s moans filled the room, her body writhing and bucking as Clara brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Just as Jamie was about to come, Clara stopped, a wicked glint in her eye. “Not yet,” she said, her voice low and husky. She stood up, her fingers still wet with Jamie’s juices. She brought them to her mouth, tasting Jamie for the first time.
Jamie watched, her breath coming in short gasps as Clara licked her fingers clean. She could see the hunger in Clara’s eyes, the desire to devour her whole.
Without a word, Clara dropped to her knees, her mouth finding Jamie’s wet and waiting. She licked and sucked, her tongue delving deep inside Jamie’s pussy. Jamie’s moans filled the room, her hands reaching down to tangle in Clara’s hair.
As Clara continued to feast on her, Jamie felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her muscles tensing as Clara’s tongue worked its magic.
With a cry, Jamie came, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Clara continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
As Jamie came down from her high, Clara stood up, her lips glistening with Jamie’s juices. She leaned in, her lips finding Jamie’s once again. Jamie could taste herself on Clara’s lips, the taste sending another shiver down her spine.
“Did you like that?” Clara murmured, her lips brushing against Jamie’s. Jamie could only nod, her breath still coming in short gasps.
Clara smiled, her fingers tracing Jamie’s lips. “Good,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Because we’re just getting started.”
With that, Clara led Jamie to the couch, their bodies intertwined once again as they explored each other’s bodies. The night was still young, and they had much to discover.
