In the bustling office of Bra Marketing, Inc., two coworkers, Marianne and Tony, found themselves alone in the break room during their lunch hour. Marianne, a fiery redhead of 25, and Tony, a handsome 28-year-old Italian man, had been exchanging flirtatious looks for weeks. Their attraction had been building, and today was the day they would give in to their desires.
As they sat across from each other, Tony leaned in and caught Marianne’s gaze. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. Marianne’s heart raced as she felt her body responding to his words. She bit her lower lip and looked away, trying to hide her excitement.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tony reached across the table, taking Marianne’s hand in his. He gently traced circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, causing her to shiver with anticipation. Marianne leaned in closer, her breath hitching as Tony’s lips brushed against her earlobe.
“Let’s make the most of this break,” he suggested, his breath hot against her skin.
Marianne nodded, unable to find her voice. Tony stood up, pulling Marianne with him. He led her to the small break room couch, pushing her gently down onto the cushions. He knelt between her legs, his hands roaming up her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he went.
Marianne’s breath came in ragged gasps as Tony’s fingers brushed against her lace panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside.
Tony leaned in, his breath hot against Marianne’s wet folds. He teased her, his tongue darting out to taste her juices. Marianne moaned, her hips bucking up towards Tony’s mouth. He took her cue, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of her slick pussy.
Marianne’s fingers tangled in Tony’s hair, pulling him closer as he feasted on her. She could feel the tension building inside her, her orgasm just out of reach. Tony sensed her need, his fingers sliding inside her, curling up to hit that perfect spot.
“Oh, fuck, Tony!” Marianne cried out, her back arching off the couch as she came hard. Tony continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last wave of pleasure from her body.
As Marianne came down from her high, Tony stood up, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock. Marianne’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her mouth watering at the thought of having him inside her.
Tony positioned himself between Marianne’s legs, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Marianne nodded, her hips lifting up to meet his.
Tony slid inside her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. Marianne gasped at the feeling of him inside her, her body stretched to accommodate him. Tony began to move, slowly at first, then building up speed as Marianne urged him on.
“Yes, Tony, just like that!” she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Tony pounded into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. Marianne could feel another orgasm building inside her, her muscles clenching around Tony’s cock.
“I’m close, Tony,” she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Tony reached between them, his fingers finding Marianne’s clit. He rubbed her gently, his fingers circling her swollen nub.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Marianne screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Tony followed her over the edge, his cock twitching inside her as he came hard. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and sweating.
They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
“We should do that again sometime,” Marianne suggested, her voice husky with desire.
Tony grinned, his cock already starting to harden again. “I thought you’d never ask.”
