In the heart of a bustling city, there sat a tall office building. On the front wall of this building, a woman stood, completely nude. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by the sunlight, her curves casting shadows on the cold, hard concrete. Her large breasts, firm and perky, stood at attention. Her pubic hair, wild and untamed, was a stark contrast to the sleek, modern building behind her.
Her name was Sabrina, a 28-year-old executive assistant to the CEO of the company. She had been working at the company for the past five years, climbing her way up the corporate ladder with her intelligence and determination. But today, she was not the confident, powerful woman she was in the office. Today, she was just a woman, standing in front of a building, baring it all.
She had always been self-conscious about her body, her curves, and her sexuality. She had always kept it hidden, tucked away behind her professional attire. But today, she wanted to feel free, to feel alive. She wanted to feel the cool breeze against her skin, the warmth of the sun on her body. She wanted to be one with nature, to be one with herself.
As she stood there, she felt a warmth spreading through her body. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and let out a sigh of pleasure. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, startled. She opened her eyes to see Jack, the CEO, standing behind her.
“Sabrina, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
She turned to face him, her heart racing. “I just wanted to feel free, to feel alive,” she said, her voice trembling.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes roaming over her body. “You are free, Sabrina. You are alive,” he said, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek.
She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. She felt his lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, to her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. She arched her back, moaning louder. His hand trailed down her body, to her wet, ready pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking.
He finger-fucked her for a few moments, then added a second finger. She was moaning and writhing, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He then dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing his fingers. He licked and sucked her clit, and she came hard, her juices flowing down his chin.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He lifted her, impaling her on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He fucked her hard, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She moaned, her head thrown back, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He fucked her against the building, their moans and grunts echoing through the empty street. He fucked her until they both came, their orgasms washing over them like a wave.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Again,” she said, her voice hoarse.
He smiled, and they did it again, and again, until the sun set, and the street was bathed in darkness.
They parted ways, their bodies sated and their minds clear. She walked back to her apartment, her steps lighter, her heart filled with a newfound confidence. She was Sabrina, a 28-year-old woman, who was not afraid to show her body, to feel pleasure, to be alive.
