It was a typical day at the office. The hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of keyboards filled the air. But in the corner office, something was different.
Behind the closed door, a woman was preparing for a secret rendezvous. She was a woman of power and confidence, with auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders and large, round breasts that commanded attention. Her public persona was one of professionalism and decorum, but today she would reveal her true self.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking in her nude form. Her full, luscious breasts were tipped with hard, pink nipples that begged for attention. She ran her hands over her curves, feeling the warmth of her own touch. She let her fingers drift down to her mound, shaved smooth and already wet with desire.
There was a knock at the door. She quickly composed herself, taking a deep breath before calling out, “Come in.”
He entered, a tall man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was her colleague, but today they would be something more. He took in her nude form, his eyes widening with desire.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, crossing the room to stand in front of her.
She smiled, reaching out to touch his chest. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt.
He pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting of coffee and desire. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
She moaned, arching her back and pressing herself against him. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and she longed to feel it inside her.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and across her shoulder. He nipped at her earlobe, making her gasp with pleasure.
“I need you,” she breathed, her hands working at his belt.
He helped her, kicking off his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
She sank to her knees, taking him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his saltiness. She took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.
He groaned, tangling his hands in her hair. “Yes, just like that,” he breathed, thrusting his hips gently.
She sucked and licked, bringing him to the brink of release. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her.
She stood, leading him to the desk. She bent over, her breasts pressing against the cold wood.
He stepped up behind her, running his hands over her curves. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock.
She moaned, pushing back against him. “Please,” she breathed, “I need you inside me.”
He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into the wood.
He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
He reached around, finding her clit with his fingers. He rubbed in circles, sending her over the edge.
She came hard, her muscles clenching around him. He followed, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the desk, panting and spent.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, turning to look at him.
He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yes, it was.”
They dressed in silence, knowing that things would never be the same. But for now, they were satisfied, their desires sated.
As he left, she couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning.
