11/02/2025 – At the office without a bra: My colleague cums on me

In the subdued atmosphere of the modern meeting room, bathed in soft light and the quiet hum of the air conditioning unit, I feel my colleague's penetrating gaze resting on me. His eyes, deep and analytical, glide over my face as if searching for hidden secrets. I notice how he looks at me hungrily. He scrutinizes my neckline and examines it closely.

The subtle expression in his eyes awakens in me a feeling of quiet power and hidden joy that he is scrutinizing my neckline. It is a secret game that we play only as a couple, invisible to the others in the room. His glances are like gentle, invisible touches that trigger a pleasant warmth in me.

Every conscious movement I make, every slight leaning back or pushing back of a strand of hair, seems to capture his attention even more.

It excites me, this silent compliment that he unconsciously pays me. The fact that I can guide his thoughts so effortlessly gives me a feeling of intense power and seductively reinforces my femininity. His glances are like delicate, secret touches that boost my self-confidence and elicit a tingling, inner smile. Every time his eyes graze my neckline, a hot tingle runs through me…

My blouse allows a glimpse of my large breasts, which shimmer in the soft light of the meeting room.

The skin of my breasts is smooth and slightly moist, as if I have freshly oiled them. I think I know why he is looking at me so greedily. I didn't put on a bra this morning.

My nipples can be seen through my slightly transparent silk blouse, their contours clearly standing out through the fine fabric.

The delicate silk nestles gently against my breasts, emphasizing every curve of the hidden nipples. The material, almost ethereal in its transparency, allows a subtle suggestion of light and shadow to shine through, giving the hidden a mysterious, almost seductive allure. Every movement of the blouse, every soft rustling of the fabric, makes the silhouette of the nipple flash and then disappear again.

How I would love to unbutton my blouse for him and reveal my big breasts. He should finally see how big they both are.

Slowly, but surely, my nipples tighten until they are hard and erect. A gentle, almost electric tingling runs through me as his gaze makes my nipples firm and sensitive, like small, firm tips that are clearly visible through the fabric of my blouse. The touch of the clothing on the sensitive skin intensifies the feeling, an intense interplay of lust and sensuality that makes me shudder involuntarily.

I wish he would stand up now, come over to me and touch my breasts…

I want him to come over to me now. As I sink into the thought that I can't stand it anymore and want him to finally stand in front of me, reality around me begins to liquefy. The sounds of the meeting room mix with distant sounds. My imagination takes the lead, drawing me deeper into the hot story just waiting to be told. My colleague rises slowly. His movements are fluid and confident as he straightens up, his posture taut yet relaxed.

With calm steps, he crosses the room. Finally, he stands in front of me.

He reaches into my blouse and finally takes my breasts out of my blouse.

As he frees my breasts, they fall heavily and luxuriantly forward, gravity pulls on them, and they dangle violently in the air. The movements are strong and uncontrolled, a mixture of natural heaviness and dynamic liveliness.

Finally — my large breasts dangle freely in front of him.

My breasts present themselves in all their glory, round and plump. My slightly shiny breasts shimmer in the light, and their well-formed roundness invites you to take them in your hands.

His horniness leaves him no other choice. He reaches for his trousers and takes them out…

He can't help but unpack his thick, throbbing cock. He has been staring greedily at my neckline for so long.

He reaches into his pants with determination, his hands firmly closed around his shaft. With a strong pull, he pulls the butt back, his glans slides out with a soft groan, before pushing the handle forward again with a powerful movement.

His arms tense, always in rhythmic alternation of pulling and pushing. The resistance of the shaft makes him pause briefly, but with each pump more blood flows into his cock, the moans become louder and clearer.

With a skillful movement, I lift my breasts slightly and then let them sink again. The breasts react immediately, their mass swings down, pulling my hands with it and then bouncing back up. The bouncing of my breasts drives him crazy.

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and his breathing synchronizes with the movements of his arms. The movement is determined and controlled.

A control that he is now losing. His lust overwhelms him because I ask him to cum on my plump breasts.

The thick, white cast shoots from his cock in smooth, shiny rays. The larger splashes form thicker, shiny accumulations, while smaller drops leave sparkling spots on my breasts.

As he makes the last movement and the last jet hits me, I pause to look at his work. My breasts are now wrapped in a shimmering, shiny covering.