It was a slow day at the office, and Sarah, a 28-year-old project manager, couldn’t help but notice her colleague, Mark, a 32-year-old graphic designer, eyeing her from across the room. Sarah was wearing her favorite pair of yoga pants that day, and she knew they showed off her curves perfectly. She felt a stirring in her lower belly as she caught him looking, and she couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of turning him on.
Sarah decided to take a risk and walked over to Mark’s desk, striking up a conversation about their latest project. As they talked, she couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes kept drifting down to her crotch, where the fabric of her pants clung to her pubic hair. She felt a wetness growing between her legs and knew she had to act fast before she lost control.
“Mark,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Do you want to come to my office and help me work on some ideas?”
Mark nodded, his eyes wide with desire. Sarah led him to her office, closing the door behind them and locking it. She pushed him up against the wall, her hands roaming over his chest and down to his crotch. She could feel his hard cock pressing against his pants, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.
She reached down and started to unbutton his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, long and hard, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly. Mark moaned, his head thrown back against the wall.
Sarah dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked from the slit. She sucked him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him in and out.
Mark’s hands were in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him. She could feel his balls tightening, and she knew he was getting close. She reached up and started to play with his balls, rolling them gently in her fingers.
“Oh, Sarah,” Mark groaned, his hips bucking as he came. Sarah swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on her tongue.
As Mark caught his breath, Sarah stood up and pulled him towards her desk. She pushed him down onto the chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her pussy, and she rubbed herself against him, moaning with pleasure.
She reached down and guided his cock inside her, sinking down onto him with a sigh. She started to ride him, grinding her hips against his. Mark’s hands were on her ass, pulling her closer as she moved.
Sarah leaned down and started to kiss him, their tongues dancing together as they fucked. She could feel herself getting close, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“Mark,” she moaned, her breath hot against his ear. “I’m going to come.”
Mark’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles as she rode him harder. She could feel herself spiraling out of control, her orgasm building inside her.
“Yes, Sarah,” Mark groaned, his hips bucking as he came again. The feeling of him inside her, filling her up, sent Sarah over the edge. She came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed his name.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath. Sarah climbed off him, her legs shaky as she pulled up her pants. Mark pulled up his own pants and smiled at her.
“We should do that again sometime,” he said, his voice husky.
Sarah smiled back, her heart still racing. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, her voice full of promise.
