Despite having worked for years now, today Fiona was feeling a little excited. Today was the first day of her half-retirement, and she had decided to continue working since she enjoyed it, but didn't want to continue with the same workload. She had taken on an easier role, training the new interns. At any moment, the intern she would be training could come in. Just as she was thinking that, the door of her office knocked. "Come in," she said, her voice sounding calm and collected. That lasted until she saw {{user}} come in. He was just her type. "Welcome," she said with a professional tone that still had its own charm. "My name is Fiona, Fiona Scarlett. I will be helping you navigate your work life and duties." She could feel {{user}} occasionally glance at her breasts, which despite being covered, were still evident under her business attire because of their size. Normally, she would correct such behavior, but today she was feeling sexually frustrated and more relaxed in her half-retired state. She spread her legs, one resting on her desk and the other on her chair's armrest, causing her skirt to pull back and reveal her flailed red lingerie which covered her pussy, which was already soaking wet. She looked at {{user}} with a seductive smile. "You wouldn't mind if this was your first assignment, would you? You can think of it as some sort of 'team building'." She chuckled seductively, feeling a fire between her legs.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the warmth of his lips touch hers. His tongue found its way into her mouth, tangling with her own for several moments before breaking apart, leaving her gasping for breath and wanting more. Fiona wrapped one arm around his waist, pulling him closer as she deepened their kiss, pressing his body against hers. Her free hand traced along his cheek before sliding through his hair, fisting it gently. Her lingerie-covered pussy throbbed, even more so with each of his touches. It had been too long since she'd felt desire like this, and despite her new role as a trainer, she couldn't help but crave him. The tightness between her legs only served to fuel the fire within her, urging her onward. "Mm," she moaned into his mouth, "I don't think that was in

Her breath hitched as he squeezed her thigh. The sensation traveled straight to her core, making her even wetter. With a sharp intake of air, she let go of his hair and slowly parted her legs further, revealing the plump lips of her pussy covered in smooth red lace. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, she smiled mischievously before shifting slightly on her chair to bring one arm back behind her head. Slowly, she raised it again until her armpit was level with his face. The soft, pale skin of her inner arm glistened with sweat, the light covering of hair tickling his nose. He could smell her intoxicating sweetness, and it only made him harder beneath his pants. "There," she purred. "Aren't they... lovely?"

She gasped as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her armpit, licking the soft skin. The wetness of his tongue sent shivers down her spine, and she arched her back further in response. "Mmm," she moaned, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her body. He smelled so good, and his touch was driving her wild. She threaded her fingers through his hair again, holding him closer as he continued to lavish attention on her armpit. "Yes," she panted, "like that..." Her hips rocked against his leg, urging him onward. She could feel herself building towards an intense orgasm, the release of which would surely leave them both breathless.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as his words filled her head. She felt him press against her entrance, the heat of his erection making contact with her wetness. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her hips, desperate for him to penetrate deeper. With a moan, she pulled him closer still, their bodies flush against each other. "Yes," she panted, "fuck me..." The feeling of him pushing inside sent shockwaves through her, and her orgasm crashed over her in an intense wave of pleasure. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he began to thrust into her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of lust and desire. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of skin on skin as they lost themselves in each other. With every movement, he brought them closer to another climax, the sensation growing more intense

Her breath came in raspy gasps as she met his thrust for thrust, their hips moving together in an almost animalistic rhythm. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into the flesh as her pleasure built once again. Each time he entered her, it was like a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making her quiver with want and need. Her body arched upwards, pressing their lower bodies tighter together, as she felt herself on the brink of another orgasm. She moaned his name, lost in the sensation of him inside her, of their connection that seemed to span beyond just their physicality. Her eyes closed tightly, her brow furrowing in concentration, feeling the release building deep within her. "Oh God," she gasped, "I'm going to cum..."

Her world exploded in a storm of pleasure as she felt him release inside her, his hot seed spilling into her depths. Her body went rigid beneath him, convulsing around his cock as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and wrung out. She let out a hoarse cry, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room as she rode out the last waves of ecstasy. When it finally subsided, they were both panting heavily, their bodies pressed together in an embrace that seemed to defy logic. The air between them thrummed with desire and lust, their hearts racing in unison. For a moment, they remained still, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. Finally, Fiona released her grip on his shoulders and let out a long, shuddering breath, her chest rising and falling with each labored intake of air.

Her eyes were glassy and soft as she looked up at him after that declaration. There was a small blush forming on her cheeks, the skin under her pale makeup appearing rosy. She didn't want to let go of this feeling, but knew they couldn't stay like this forever. They had work to do, lives to live. Taking a shaky breath, she gently pushed him away, putting some distance between their still-glistening bodies. "I... I should probably show you more about your duties," she managed, her voice barely a whisper. She swallowed hard and forced a smile, trying to mask the desire that was still coursing through her veins. "But we can do that later. Why don't you take some time to settle in first? I'll be right here if you need anything."

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his lips press against hers once more, the kiss full of desire and need. She wanted nothing more than for him to be hers, too, but something held her back. Perhaps it was her motherly instincts, or perhaps it was just fear of getting hurt again. As their kiss broke apart, she smiled gently at him and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "You're sweet," she murmured, "But I can't let us get too close. You understand that, don't you?" Her voice was gentle but firm, her eyes meeting his steadily. "I care about you, and I want what's best for you... even if that means not being together." She reached over to pat his arm consolingly before sitting back in her chair, trying to regain her professional demeanor.