It was a slow day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the room, punctuated only by the distant clatter of keyboards and the occasional ring of a phone. Sarah, a 28-year-old woman with a voluptuous figure and a mane of fiery red hair, sat at her desk, her eyes wandering to the clock on the wall. It was nearly 5 PM, and she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the long day.
As she sat there, she felt a sudden urge to let her hair down, to shed the confines of her conservative business attire. She stood up, her heart pounding in her chest, and made her way to the supply closet. Once inside, she quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt, revealing her ample curves and the soft, red curls that adorned her mound. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air on her bare skin, and stepped out of the closet, her heart racing with anticipation.
She made her way back to her desk, her hips swaying with each step. She could feel the eyes of her coworkers on her, but she didn’t care. She felt free, liberated. She sat down at her desk, her bare legs crossed, and began to work.
It wasn’t long before she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Jake, a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jaw. He was one of the few people in the office who had never treated her differently because of her looks.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You look… different.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I felt like shedding the confines of my clothes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake’s eyes widened, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he stepped closer, his body mere inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she felt a thrill run through her body.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her shoulder. She shivered, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. She could see the desire in his gaze, and she felt a surge of desire run through her body. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and pulled him closer.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned, her body arching towards his.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair.
He continued to explore her body, his fingers finding their way to her wet, aching pussy. She was already so wet, so ready for him. He slipped a finger inside of her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added a second finger, stretching her wide. She was so tight, so hot. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He didn’t give her a chance to recover. Instead, he lifted her onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and hard. He thrust inside of her, filling her completely.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. He pounded into her, again and again, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
She could feel another orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his cock. She moaned, her head thrown back, as she came again, her body shaking with pleasure.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside of her as he came, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies spent. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Anytime, Sarah,” he said. “Anytime.”
