It was 5:30 PM on one of those first true days of spring when the air finally starts to feel warm. The office was a ghost town; everyone had chased the sunlight home early except for Kelly and Kevin. Kelly, who managed the books and supplies from her office upstairs, had ventured down to the main floor to track a morning shipment and grab the packing slips.
Before heading back up, she stopped at Kevin’s cubicle to see how much longer he was staying. He told her he was about twenty minutes from wrapping up, and she realized they were on the same schedule. She stood there for a while, trading weary office banter about being the only two dedicated enough to still be under the fluorescent lights.
Kelly had a habit of leaning against the cubicle wall while they talked. She was petite—barely five-foot-two—but she carried a presence that Kevin found impossible to ignore. Specifically, his eyes were constantly drawn to the heavy, structured silhouette of her chest. She was wearing his favorite black and white blouse, with enough cleavage to make the gods happy.
By the fourth time Kevin’s gaze dipped, Kelly finally called him on it. “Can you not control yourself? They’re just boobs, Kevin,” she exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly in the empty office. She gestured to her chest with a sigh. “Trust me, without the industrial-strength engineering of this bra, they wouldn’t be sitting where you think they do. Two kids and years of life have shifted things south for the winter, and they aren’t coming back.”
Kevin didn’t look away this time. He looked at her with a sincerity that caught her off guard. “No,” he admitted. “I can’t. But it’s not just about that, Kelly. You’re brilliant, your smile is infectious, you have a laugh that makes this place feel human, and you always smell incredible. You’re a total package. The fact that you’re top-heavy just happens to be the part I can’t stop looking at. And for what it’s worth, the ‘south for the winter’ thing? That makes you even more attractive.”
Kelly was dumbfounded by Kevin’s admissions; she was generally never speechless, but today she was and a little overwhelmed.
Kelly’s eyes began to well up, tears about to flow. Kevin grabbed a couple of tissues from his desk and handed them to her. “Oh god,” he said. “I didn’t mean to upset you! I’m sorry!” dabbing at her eyes with the tissues Kevin handed her.
She stepped into his space, “May I give you a hug?” When Kevin stood and wrapped his arms around her, the contact was transformative. Kelly felt the strength in his arms, her knees growing weak as a surge of unfamiliar daring took hold of her. Kelly pulled back just enough to look at him, her knees feeling rubbery, before pressing her lips to his
When they finally broke for air, Kelly’s voice was a soft tremor. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Do you want to stop?” Kevin asked gently.
“No,” she replied, resting her head against his chest. “I don’t.”
Kevin’s hands drifted down her back, one settling on her hip while the other moved to the front, feeling the firm support of her bra through the blouse. He began unbuttoning her shirt, moving with a focused intensity. Once the blouse was draped over his chair, he reached around and unhooked the back of the bra. As the straps slid down, the weight of her boobs was finally free, falling into his waiting hands.
They were so big in his hands. He took a moment to simply admire the reality of her boobs, heavy, soft, and perfect. He kneaded the abundance of her boobs, his thumbs grazing her nipples until they became erect in the cool office air.
He sat back in his chair, pulling her between his knees. He circled her areolas with his tongue before sucking each nipple deep into his mouth. Suckling with a rhythmic hunger that had Kelly cradling his head against her. “Beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. “Absolutely perfect.”
Without a word of instruction, Kelly sank to her knees. She moved with a purpose that betrayed her “prin and proper” office persona, freeing him from his clothes and taking him into her warm, wet mouth. She worked him with expert focus, her tongue dancing over him until Kevin had to pull her up, his own composure fraying.
“Do you want to fuck?” he asked.
Kelly answered by stepping out of her shoes and shedding the rest of her clothes in one fluid motion. She turned toward the desk, bending over and bracing her hands on the wood. Kevin took in the sight—the natural curve of her hips and the soft patch of hair between her thighs. He used his own saliva to prepare her pussy before sliding inside, his length burying deep with a heavy, satisfying thud.
The friction was intense. Kevin’s pace was steady and hard, his body crashing against hers as Kelly’s grunts of approval filled the quiet space. “I’m not going to last long,” he groaned.
“Let it fly,” she urged.
“Is it okay to finish inside?”
“Yes.”He gave her several more powerful thrusts before pinning her against the desk, his body tensing as he unleashed a heavy surge of semen deep within her body. He stayed there for a moment, breathing against her neck, savoring the intimacy of the aftermath
“I never finish that fast,” he confessed. “But you’re a fantasy come true.”
Kelly turned around with a slow smile. “It’s nice to know I can still make someone pop like that.”
Kevin wasn’t finished. He helped her onto the desk, spreading her legs so he could truly admire her pussy. “Mind if I go down?” he asked. He knelt between her knees, his tongue finding her clit and thick, meaty lips. Kelly’s moans turned into sharp cries as he worked through the mess he’d made, his tongue lashing her until her legs quivered and she collapsed into a staggering orgasm.
By the time she caught her breath, Kevin was rigid again. He stepped back in, sliding into her while she lay back on the desk. Her big tit’s rocked with the rhythm of his movement, and Kevin reached down to grab her tiny feet, kissing her toes as he plowed into her.
Eventually, Kelly wanted, no, needed to feel the impact again. She moved back to her feet, leaning on the desk. “Harder, please,” she begged.
Kevin obliged, shifting to slow, brutal thrusts that moved the entire desk. He reached forward, winding his fingers through her hair and pulling her head back so he could see her face. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
“God, yes!” she cried.
He redoubled his efforts, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the empty building. Kelly hit a series of intense orgasms, her voice rising until she finally gripped him tight, her body pulsing around him. Kevin followed her over the edge, pushing into her as tightly as he could and unleashing a second, massive load that left them both breathless.
After regaining their senses, the quiet of the office finally settled back around them. The work they hadn’t finished would still be there tomorrow; right now, it was time to get dressed and go home.
As they smoothed out their clothes and pulled their professional masks back into place, Kevin paused. He looked at her, then down at her chest. “Let me snap a picture of the girls?” he asked. He was grinning, already fully expecting her answer to be a firm no.
Kelly arched an eyebrow as she finished buttoning her blouse. “I don’t think so,” she said, her voice teasing but resolute. “I’m sure they will be embedded in your mind for a long while without digital assistance.”
Kevin chuckled, leaning against his desk. “It would just be something to help me sleep,” he told her, his gaze dropping meaningfully to his fly.
She caught his drift instantly. “Well,” she said, checking her watch and shifting topics with practiced ease. “So, I see that the two of us are both off from work next Wednesday?”
Kevin frowned, momentarily confused. “I’m not off next Wednesday—” He stopped mid-sentence as he saw the slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. A lightbulb went off. “Oh… Oh, yes. Yes, I am actually.” He grinned. “My place or yours?”
Kelly didn’t hesitate. “It will have to be yours. My neighbors are way too nosy for me to have another man over while my husband is gone.”
“That’s fine by me,” Kevin said, already mapping out the day. “Nine AM? We can make a real day of it.”
“Nine it is,” Kelly agreed, her smile widening. “I can’t wait.”
Kevin nodded, the anticipation already building. “Me neither.”
They finished collecting their things, shared a quick kiss, and left the building together, parting ways in the parking lot into the cool spring evening.
When Kevin finally unlocked his front door and tossed his keys on the counter, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Kelly. He opened the message to see an amazing, topless picture of Kelly, smiling directly at the camera.
The text below the image read: “I wouldn’t want you to have trouble sleeping.”
