In the hallowed halls of the corporate world, there exists an office so pristine, so immaculate, that it seems to shine like a beacon of professionalism amidst the chaos of the workday. At the heart of this office, a woman toils away, her dedication and diligence unmatched by any of her colleagues. Her name is Marianne, and she is the epitome of an office maiden – her hair coiffed to perfection, her attire immaculately tailored, and her demeanor unwaveringly respectful.
But there is something about Marianne that sets her apart from the rest. Her ample bosom, a sight to behold, is a testament to her femininity and a constant reminder of the woman beneath the suit. And yet, she remains professional, her curves concealed beneath the layers of her blouse and blazer.
One day, as Marianne works late into the evening, her boss, James, enters the office. A man of power and charm, he has always appreciated the beauty of his dedicated employee. As he watches her work, he can’t help but admire her from afar.
James: “Marianne, you’ve been here for hours. Why don’t you take a break?”
Marianne looks up, surprised. “I didn’t realize it was so late, Mr. Thompson. I’ll finish up and head out.”
James: “No need for that. I insist you take a break. Come, let’s have a drink.”
Marianne hesitates, but the offer is too tempting to resist. She follows James to the office lounge, where they share a bottle of wine. As they talk, the conversation turns from work to more personal matters. James learns about Marianne’s love of art, her passion for photography, and her admiration for strong, confident women.
As the night wears on, the two find themselves growing closer. Their laughter fills the room, and their eyes meet more frequently, the tension between them palpable.
James, unable to resist the allure of the office maiden any longer, reaches out to Marianne. His hand brushes against hers, and she doesn’t pull away. Emboldened, he leans in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
Marianne responds, her body betraying her initial hesitation. She kisses him back, her hands finding their way to his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.
The kiss deepens, and James’s hands begin to wander. He cups her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, before sliding down to her shoulders. He pulls her closer, his lips never leaving hers, as he feels the weight of her breasts against his chest.
Marianne moans softly, her body responding to James’s touch. She wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair.
James, eager to explore more of her, begins to unbutton Marianne’s blouse. His fingers tremble with anticipation, but she doesn’t stop him. With each button that falls away, more of her voluptuous figure is revealed.
Finally, her blouse is open, and James gasps at the sight before him. Marianne’s breasts are even more magnificent than he had imagined, spilling out of her lacy bra. He can’t help but reach out, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples.
Marianne shivers at his touch, her body tingling with pleasure. She leans back, giving him better access, as he begins to knead and massage her breasts.
James, now fully aroused, starts to kiss his way down her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reaches her cleavage and wastes no time in planting soft, wet kisses on her exposed skin.
Marianne’s breathing hitches as she feels his lips on her breasts. She arches her back, pushing them further into his mouth. James, eager to oblige, starts to suck on her nipples, his tongue swirling around them, teasing them to hard peaks.
Marianne’s moans fill the room, her body writhing with pleasure. James’s hands continue to explore her, sliding down her sides and over her hips. He grips her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Without a word, he lifts her up, placing her on the table. He stands between her legs, his hands on her knees, gently pushing them apart.
Marianne, her inhibitions long gone, complies. She spreads her legs, giving him a full view of her damp panties.
James’s eyes widen at the sight of her pubic hair, neatly trimmed and framing her sex. He can’t help but reach out, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties.
Marianne shudders, her body begging for more. She watches as James slides her panties to the side, revealing her glistening folds.
He wastes no time, his fingers finding her entrance. He circles her opening, teasing her, before plunging a finger inside.
Marianne cries out, her back arching off the table. James adds another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what’s to come.
He starts to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Marianne’s moans grow louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
James, feeling her nearing her climax, increases his pace. He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body tensing.
With one final thrust, he sends her over the edge. Marianne’s screams fill the room as she comes, her body convulsing with pleasure.
James, his fingers still buried inside her, waits for her to come down from her high. He then withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He savors her taste, his cock throbbing with need.
Marianne, still breathless, watches him, her body spent but craving more.
James, his eyes dark with desire, stands up. He undoes his belt, his pants falling to the ground. His cock springs free, hard and ready.
Marianne’s eyes widen at the sight of him, her body reacting instantly. She reaches out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft.
James moans at her touch, his hips bucking forward. He can’t help but thrust into her hand, his pleasure mounting.
Marianne, her lust rekindled, starts to stroke him. She watches as his eyes roll back, his body trembling.
She wants more, needs more. She pulls him closer, guiding his cock to her entrance.
James, his resolve crumbling, sinks into her. He fills her completely, her walls stretching to accommodate him.
Marianne gasps, her body adjusting to his size. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
James starts to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her. He watches as her breasts bounce with each movement, her nipples hard and aroused.
Marianne moans, her head thrown back. She meets his thrusts, her body eager for more.
James, his pleasure mounting, reaches down. He cups her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
Marianne cries out, her body trembling. She can feel another orgasm building, her walls tightening around him.
James, feeling her climax approaching, increases his pace. He pounds into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
With one final thrust, he sends her over the edge. Marianne’s screams fill the room as she comes, her body convulsing with pleasure.
James, his own release imminent, follows her over the edge. He groans, his cock twitching as he fills her with his seed.
Breathless, they collapse onto the table, their bodies spent. They remain there, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the night wears on.
As the sun begins to rise, they finally pull apart. They share a tender kiss, their bodies already yearning for more.
But for now, they must return to their lives, their secret tryst a memory that will fuel their fantasies for years to come.
