Rebecca, a 28-year-old woman with an air of confidence, sat at her desk, buried in paperwork. Her office, a small, cluttered room, displayed an impressive view of the bustling city below. The floor-to-ceiling glass window revealed her, a silhouette against the bright sky, her curves and ample assets hidden beneath her conservative business attire.
One day, feeling the weight of her work, she decided to take a break and reclined in her chair. She closed her eyes and sighed, her hands reaching up to massage her temples. When she opened her eyes, she caught her reflection in the window and couldn’t help but feel a pang of desire. She glanced down, eyeing her cleavage, her huge 36DD breasts stretching the fabric of her blouse.
Rebecca stood and approached the window, her reflection showing a hint of her black lace lingerie underneath her skirt. She reached up and undid the top buttons of her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. With another sigh, she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.
With a mischievous grin, she noticed a nearby building, its windows reflecting the same bustling city life. But, she also saw a man, about her age, sitting at his desk, staring right at her. She gasped, unsure if he could see her, but when their eyes met, she saw his gaze drop to her exposed chest.
Feeling a rush of excitement, Rebecca played along, putting on a show for this stranger. She ran her hands over her body, tracing her curves and caressing her breasts. She closed her eyes, imagining his touch, her nipples hardening beneath her bra.
The man, intrigued and aroused, watched as she continued her dance. He stood, moving closer to the window, his own hand reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. Rebecca, noticing his movement, spread her legs, giving him a full view of her black lace thong.
With a bold move, she reached down and slipped her hand into her panties, starting to touch herself. The man, unable to contain himself, did the same. They watched each other, their hands moving in sync, their heavy breathing fogging up the glass.
Rebecca, feeling herself nearing her peak, removed her hand from her panties and undid her bra, letting her huge breasts spill out. The man, in awe, started to stroke himself faster, watching as Rebecca pinched her nipples, her moans echoing through the city.
With one last glance at each other, they both reached their climax, their moans and sighs of pleasure filling the space between their buildings. Rebecca, spent and satisfied, put her clothes back on and returned to her desk, feeling a newfound energy to tackle her work.
The man, still staring at the window, couldn’t believe what had just happened. He smiled, feeling a connection with this mysterious woman, and went back to his work, his mind filled with thoughts of her.
From then on, whenever Rebecca needed a break, she would put on a show for her secret admirer, their encounters fueling their desire and adding excitement to their otherwise mundane workdays. And as they continued their secret rendezvous, they found themselves longing for more, wondering if their connection could ever lead to something more intimate.
