The office was mostly empty, with only a few employees still working late into the evening. Among them was Marianne, a stunning woman in her late twenties with a voluptuous figure. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her bright green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was known for her impeccable work ethic, but tonight, she had another agenda.
Marianne’s emerald green blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hint of her ample cleavage, the lace of her black bra peeking through. Her pencil skirt hugged her hips, its length just shy of being scandalous. She wore stockings, the black fabric snug against her thighs, and her heels clicked rhythmically against the marble floor as she made her way to the supply closet.
Inside the dimly lit room, she found him: James, a tall, dark, and handsome man in his early thirties. His piercing blue eyes widened in surprise as he took in Marianne’s appearance. She stepped closer, her curves brushing against him, and he swallowed hard.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his ear. She could feel his heart pounding through his shirt, and a wave of excitement washed over her.
James hesitated for a moment, then his hands found her waist, pulling her closer. His lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. She moaned softly, her fingers weaving through his hair, pulling him closer.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth gently nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her back arching as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples. Her breath hitched as he unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling out into his waiting hands.
His mouth found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He switched his attention to her other breast, his hand slipping into her skirt. She was wet, her desire for him evident.
He pushed her panties aside, his fingers sliding into her wetness. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added a second finger, curling them inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into his back.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted her onto the shelf, her legs wrapping around his waist. His cock pressed against her entrance, and she moaned as he pushed inside her.
He began to move, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. She moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
He followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he came. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the dim light.
“Maybe we should work late more often,” she whispered, her lips curling into a smirk. He chuckled, his hands still wrapped around her waist.
“Only if you keep wearing skirts like that,” he replied, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. She laughed, her head resting on his shoulder.
As they got dressed, they exchanged one last, lingering kiss. The office was still mostly empty, but they didn’t care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
