In the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a high-rise office building. On the 20th floor, a seductive scent of lipstick permeated the air. The source was a woman named Isabella, a 28-year-old executive with a penchant for bold red lipstick.
Isabella was in her office, the door slightly ajar, her silky blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the lace of her bra. She was working late, her assistant having left hours ago. The only other person in the office was a janitor named Ethan, a tall and muscular 25-year-old.
Ethan had always had a crush on Isabella, admiring her from afar. As he went about his work, he couldn’t help but notice Isabella’s partially unclothed state. His heart raced as he approached her office, deciding to take a chance.
“Isabella, I’m almost done for the night. Is there anything else you need?” Ethan asked, his voice shaky.
Isabella looked up from her work, her eyes meeting Ethan’s. She noticed the desire in his gaze and smiled.
“Actually, there is something you can help me with,” she said, her voice sultry. “Come in and close the door.”
Ethan did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest. Isabella stood up from her chair, closing the distance between them. She reached up, gently touching Ethan’s cheek.
“I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Ethan. And I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about you too,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Ethan let out a soft moan, his body reacting to Isabella’s words. She took his hand, leading him to the plush couch in the corner of her office. They sat down, their bodies close.
Isabella leaned in, pressing her lips against Ethan’s. He responded eagerly, his hands exploring her body. She gently pushed him back, her lips trailing down his neck. She nibbled on his earlobe, causing him to let out a soft gasp.
Isabella’s hands worked quickly, undoing Ethan’s belt and pulling down his pants. She took him in her mouth, her lips and tongue working in sync. Ethan let out a low moan, his hands tangled in Isabella’s hair.
After a few moments, Ethan pulled Isabella up, his lips finding hers once again. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard. Ethan couldn’t resist, his mouth finding one of her nipples, sucking and teasing it.
Isabella let out a soft moan, her hands running through Ethan’s hair. She reached down, stroking his cock. Ethan’s fingers found their way to Isabella’s pussy, already wet and ready for him.
Ethan gently pushed Isabella back onto the couch, spreading her legs. He leaned down, his tongue finding her clit. Isabella let out a loud moan, her hips thrusting up. Ethan licked and sucked, his fingers entering her.
Isabella was on the brink of orgasm when Ethan entered her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. They moved together, their bodies in sync. Isabella’s moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the city outside.
They reached their climax together, their bodies trembling. Ethan collapsed onto Isabella, their bodies slick with sweat. They lay there for a moment, their breathing heavy.
“I think we’ll need to work late more often,” Isabella said, a smile on her face.
Ethan couldn’t help but agree.
