It was a slow day at the office. Samantha, a 28-year-old woman with an impressive bust and a penchant for going braless, was working late. Her long, red hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. She wore a form-fitting blouse, the top buttons undone to reveal a hint of her ample cleavage, and a short skirt that showcased her toned legs.
As she worked, she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious about her appearance. She knew that her coworkers found her attractive, and she often used her sexuality to her advantage. But tonight, she was alone in the office, and the silence only amplified her desire for attention.
She stood up and stretched, her full breasts pressing against the fabric of her blouse. She sighed and looked around the empty office. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about this, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to feel desired, to feel wanted.
She walked over to the large windows that overlooked the city, her hips swaying gently with each step. She leaned against the glass and closed her eyes, imagining the thrill of being watched. She reached up and undid another button on her blouse, exposing more of her cleavage.
She felt a sudden rush of excitement as she heard the door to the office open. She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. She saw a man standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on her. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, his voice low and smooth.
Samantha smiled and took a step towards him. “You’re not intruding,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
The man stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Samantha could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Without a word, he reached out and pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers. Samantha moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he said, his voice rough with need.
Samantha gasped as he reached down and cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing circles around her nipple. She arched her back, pressing her body against his.
He reached down and lifted her skirt, his fingers tracing the outline of her lacy panties. Samantha moaned as he slipped his fingers under the fabric, teasing her wet folds.
He pulled her panties down, his fingers lingering on her hips for a moment before trailing down her legs. Samantha stepped out of them, her legs trembling with anticipation.
He picked her up and carried her over to the desk, laying her down on the cool, smooth surface. Samantha looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire.
He reached down and undid his pants, his cock springing free. Samantha gasped at the sight of it, her mouth watering with desire.
He climbed on top of her, his lips finding hers once again. Samantha moaned as he entered her, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He thrust into her, hard and deep, his balls slapping against her ass. Samantha moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into his back.
He reached down and rubbed her clit, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. Samantha moaned louder, her orgasm building inside her.
She cried out as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. He thrust into her a few more times before pulling out, his cum spilling onto her stomach.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined. Samantha looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and desire.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, his hands already reaching for the buttons on her blouse.
They spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies, their moans and sighs echoing through the empty office. It was a night that neither of them would ever forget.
