The Busty Curvy Coworker From Finance ♕

Just look at the Busty Curvy Coworker from Finance!

The Busty Curvy Coworker from Finance … that’s me, Vanessa, and I’m the kind of woman who turns heads wherever I go. With my long legs, perky breasts, and a style that never fails to captivate, I’m used to catching the eyes around me. In my office, there’s no exception; it’s all glances and whispers whenever I walk by. One of my coworkers, Dave, has been particularly captivated. I’ve caught him looking, more than once, and though he thinks he’s subtle, his gaze always lingers. Being the busty curvy coworker with an air of mystery, I can always tell when someone is watching me.

Today, though, things took an unexpected and exciting turn. It was early afternoon, and nearly everyone had gone out to lunch, leaving the office quieter than usual. I noticed Dave glancing my way, hesitating as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite summon the courage.  I decided to make things easier for him, giving him a knowing look and motioning him over.

“Hey, Dave,” I said, leaning in just enough to make him nervous. “Why don’t you help me with something quick?”

He nodded, swallowing nervously as he followed me down the hall. I led him toward the supply closet, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one else was around. With one final glance, I stepped inside, pulling him in after me. His surprise was clear, but I knew he’d been waiting for a moment like this from the busty curvy coworker.

Once we were in the closet, I leaned back against the shelves, watching as he tried to find the words. It was adorable, really—how flustered he was. I placed a hand on his arm, feeling his muscles tense at my touch.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

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His face turned a shade of red, and he stammered, “I-I didn’t think you noticed.”

I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “Oh, I noticed. And I thought it was about time I did something about it.”

With that, I took control, letting my hands roam, enjoying the thrill of taking charge and guiding him through an experience he clearly hadn’t anticipated. Being the busty curvy coworker who gives an unsuspecting admirer a little unexpected excitement had a thrill of its own. Then, I could feel his heartbeat quicken, his breathing shallow as he looked at me with a mix of wonder and desire. So I stroked his cock right then and there. I felt him melt in my hands in a matter of minutes. I put my cum drenched fingers to my lips and swallowed.

Time seemed to stand still as we shared that private moment, the usual buzz of the office replaced by the tension between us. Finally, I stepped back, smoothing out my skirt and giving him one last smirk.

“Thanks for helping me out, Dave,” I said, my voice playful as I opened the door to the closet. He stared at me, still trying to process what had just happened.

As I walked away, feeling his eyes follow me, I couldn’t help but smile. There’s a certain power in being the busty curvy coworker who knows exactly what she wants—and knows how to make others want it, too.

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