It was a typical day in the office. The hum of fluorescent lights and clicking of keyboards filled the air. But in the corner office, a different kind of energy was building.
Behind the closed door, a woman named Samantha was preparing for a meeting. She was a successful businesswoman, known for her sharp mind and fierce determination. But today, she was feeling something else. A heat spreading through her body, settling between her legs.
Samantha was a woman of curves, with full hips and ample breasts. She was proud of her body, and today she had chosen to forgo her usual blazer and pencil skirt, instead opting for a form-fitting blouse and a pair of slacks that hugged her curves in all the right places. She wore no bra, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her blouse. And she had let her pubic hair grow out, a wild triangle of curls visible through the front slit of her pants.
She had been working with a man named Daniel for months, and today they were finally going to meet in person. She had seen pictures of him, but they didn’t do him justice. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She could feel the chemistry between them, even through email and phone calls.
When Daniel arrived, Samantha greeted him with a firm handshake, but she couldn’t help but stare at his lips. They were full and soft-looking, and she imagined them on her breasts, her nipples, her clit.
They sat down to discuss business, but Samantha found it hard to focus. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, feeling the wetness seep into her pants. Daniel seemed to notice, his gaze lingering on her crotch.
Finally, Samantha couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned forward, her blouse gapping open to reveal the swell of her breasts. “Daniel,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I think we need to take a break.”
Daniel looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. He nodded, and Samantha stood up, her legs shaky. She walked over to the window, staring out at the city below. She could feel Daniel’s presence behind her, his breath hot on her neck.
He reached out, his hand tracing the curve of her hip. Samantha gasped, her body tensing with anticipation. Daniel’s hand slid up, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. Samantha moaned, leaning back into him.
Daniel’s other hand reached down, rubbing against the wet spot on her pants. Samantha spread her legs, giving him better access. He slipped his fingers under the fabric, groaning as he felt the wetness.
Samantha turned around, her lips finding Daniel’s. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Daniel’s fingers continued to work on Samantha’s clit, his other hand squeezing her breast.
Samantha pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck me, Daniel,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire.
Daniel didn’t need to be asked twice. He unbuttoned Samantha’s pants, pulling them down along with her panties. Samantha stepped out of them, her legs shaking.
Daniel pushed her against the window, his cock hard and ready. He entered her slowly, his length filling her up. Samantha moaned, her head falling back against the glass.
Daniel began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Samantha matched him, her body moving in time with his. She could feel herself getting closer, her muscles tensing.
Daniel reached down, rubbing Samantha’s clit. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. Daniel followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her.
They stood there, panting and sweaty, for a few moments. Then Daniel pulled out, his cum dripping down Samantha’s legs.
They got dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure. Samantha looked at Daniel, a smile on her face. “I think we can make some great deals together,” she said.
Daniel grinned, his eyes shining. “I think you’re right,” he said.
And with that, they got back to work, their minds clear and focused. But every now and then, they would steal a glance at each other, remembering the encounter that had brought them together.
