It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first met Samantha. She had just been hired as the new intern at our office, and I couldn’t help but notice her as she walked in. She wore a bright red bikini under her white blouse, and her long blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She had a confident air about her, and I knew I had to have her.
Over the next few weeks, I made it my mission to win her over. I would often catch her eye and flash her a charming smile, inviting her to lunch or coffee after work. At first, she was hesitant, but I could tell she was intrigued.
One day, as we were working late at the office, I decided to make my move. I walked over to her desk, where she was hunched over her computer, her ponytail cascading down her back.
“Hey, Samantha,” I said, leaning against her desk. “You look like you could use a break. How about we grab a drink and get to know each other better?”
She looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling, and smiled. “Sure, why not?”
We headed to the nearby bar, where we chatted and laughed over drinks. I learned that she was a 22-year-old college student, studying marketing. She had a wicked sense of humor and a playful spirit. I was smitten.
As the night wore on, I could feel the tension between us growing. I reached over and brushed a stray hair from her face, and she leaned into my touch. I knew it was time to make my move.
We stumbled back to my apartment, our bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. As soon as we were inside, I pinned her against the wall, my lips devouring hers. She let out a soft moan as I slid my hands under her blouse, feeling her soft skin.
I broke away from her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She let out a gasp as I reached her nipples, sucking and pinching them through her bra.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure.
I reached down and slipped my hand into her bikini bottoms, feeling her wetness. She was ready for me.
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. I pulled off her bikini bottoms and spread her legs, admiring her wet pussy. I leaned down and licked her, making her moan even louder.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” she cried out, her hips bucking against my face.
I slid a finger inside her, then two, feeling her tight walls clenching around me. She was so wet, so ready for me.
I climbed on top of her and entered her, her pussy gripping me tightly. We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans filling the room.
“Harder, harder, yes,” she cried out, her nails digging into my back.
I fucked her harder, our bodies slapping together, our moans growing louder and louder.
“Oh, oh, ooooh,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around me as she came.
I followed soon after, my orgasm ripping through me.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still intertwined.
“Wow,” she said, looking up at me with a dazed expression.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling down at her. “Wow.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, exploring each other’s bodies and losing ourselves in pleasure. It was a passionate afternoon that I would never forget.
