In the bustling office of Thompson & Co., one woman stood out from the rest. Her name was Rebecca Bradford, a 28-year-old woman with an hourglass figure, her most noticeable feature being her ample assets – a set of huge, firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She had long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders and framed her delicate face. Her sparkling blue eyes had a mischievous glint that hinted at her playful nature.
Rebecca was meticulous about her appearance, always dressing professionally in tailored suits and blouses that accentuated her figure. However, she had a secret that only a select few knew. Rebecca preferred to go without underwear, enjoying the feeling of freedom and the thrill of the occasional wardrobe malfunction.
One day, as Rebecca was working late at the office, she felt a familiar warmth spreading between her legs. She had been feeling increasingly horny throughout the day, but being in the office had kept her distracted. Now, alone and with no one to disturb her, she decided to indulge in a little self-pleasure.
She stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall. She admired her reflection, running her hands over her curves and feeling the familiar ache of arousal building in her core. She slipped off her blazer, revealing her cleavage and the top buttons of her blouse that were undone, giving a glimpse of her lacy bra.
Rebecca reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her huge breasts bounced free, her pink nipples already hard with arousal. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, her breath hitching as she felt the sensation of pleasure coursing through her body.
She reached down and slipped her hand into her panties, gasping as she felt how wet she was. She slipped her fingers between her folds, circling her clit and feeling the familiar tension building in her core.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She spun around, her heart racing as she saw her boss, Mr. Thompson, standing in the doorway. He was a tall, handsome man in his early 40s, with dark hair and piercing green eyes. Rebecca felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she realized that he had seen her naked.
Mr. Thompson walked towards her, his eyes fixed on her breasts. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, squeezing it gently and rolling Rebecca’s nipple between his fingers. She gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the sensation of his touch.
“I’ve been watching you, Rebecca,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Rebecca felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had always had a crush on her boss, but she had never thought that he felt the same way.
“I want you too, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her voice trembling with desire.
Mr. Thompson leaned in and kissed her, his lips hot and demanding against hers. Rebecca responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as she felt the familiar ache of arousal building in her core.
Mr. Thompson reached down and slipped his hand into Rebecca’s panties, gasping as he felt how wet she was. He slipped his fingers between her folds, circling her clit and feeling the tension building in her body.
“You’re so wet, Rebecca,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to taste you.”
He knelt down in front of her, his eyes fixed on her pussy. He slipped her panties down her legs, revealing her trimmed pubic hair. He leaned in and breathed in her scent, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Rebecca moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in Mr. Thompson’s hair as she felt the sensation of his tongue on her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers exploring her folds as she felt the tension building in her core.
Suddenly, she felt him slip a finger inside her, his thumb still circling her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking as she felt the sensation of his finger inside her. He added a second finger, his thumb still working her clit as she felt the tension building in her core.
“Oh, Mr. Thompson,” she moaned, her breath hitching as she felt the familiar sensation of pleasure coursing through her body. “I’m going to cum.”
Mr. Thompson stood up and unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock. Rebecca gasped, her eyes widening as she saw the size of him.
“I want you inside me, Mr. Thompson,” she said, her voice trembling with desire.
Mr. Thompson positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He pushed inside her, gasping as he felt her tight pussy wrap around him.
Rebecca moaned, her hips bucking as she felt him filling her up. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as she felt the sensation of pleasure building in her core.
“Faster, Mr. Thompson,” she moaned, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts as she felt the tension building in her body.
Mr. Thompson increased his pace, his hips moving faster as he felt her pussy tightening around him. She moaned, her head thrown back as she felt the sensation of pleasure coursing through her body.
“I’m cumming,” she gasped, her hips bucking as she felt the orgasm wash over her.
Mr. Thompson thrust a few more times before he too came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in gasps.
“That was amazing, Rebecca,” Mr. Thompson said, his voice low and husky.
Rebecca smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Yes, it was,” she said. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
