Office sex was the last thing Heather expected when the IT guy arrived to upgrade her ancient laptop. She was a 38-year-old MILF with long, dark brown hair and a curvy figure that could turn heads, but even her best assets were ignored as she sat idly at her desk, scrolling through yet another mind-numbing news article. The company frowned on early departures, so Heather passed the time playing online games and watching cat videos, her large breasts straining against the constraints of her blouse as she leaned back in her chair.

“Hey there, Heather,” the IT guy, Jake, said with a friendly smile as he set up his bag of tools on the floor by her desk. His eyes lingered on her ample cleavage for a moment, but she barely noticed, too caught up in her own boredom. As he worked, Jake noticed Heather’s blouse was partially unbuttoned, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her deep, cleavage valley. A spark of forbidden desire ignited within him.

After a few minutes, Jake finished the installation and turned to Heather with a thumbs-up. “All done. Your old laptop should perform better now.” He let his gaze roam over her body again, this time more deliberately. Heather, still engrossed in her digital escapades, barely acknowledged him.

Jake’s wandering eyes settled on Heather’s breasts once more. He couldn’t help but imagine what they’d feel like in his hands, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her nipples against his tongue. A growing hardness in his pants betrayed his thoughts. Before he could second-guess himself, Jake took a step closer to Heather’s desk, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Actually, since you’re looking so… relaxed, Heather,” Jake said, his voice low and husky, “I think I could use a test run to make sure everything’s working properly. If you don’t mind, that is.” His words caught her off guard as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

Heather’s eyes snapped to his, a jolt of surprise giving way to curiosity. “What do you mean?” she asked, her nipples tightening involuntarily at his proximity.

Jake took another step, his body nearly touching hers. “I mean, why don’t we put your new laptop to the ultimate test?” His hand slid down to her thigh, fingers tracing the curve of her skin through her slacks. “You know, to ensure all systems are functioning at peak performance.”

The heat of his touch sent a shiver through Heather’s body. She shouldn’t be doing this, not here at work, but the excitement and risk of it all was dizzying. “We can’t… It’s not allowed,” she whispered, even as she shifted slightly to bring herself closer to him.

“That’s exactly why we should,” Jake murmured, his hand now kneading her thigh, urging her legs apart. “Think of all the trouble we’d be getting into.” His other hand came up to cup her breast, thumb teasing her nipple through the fabric of her blouse.

Heather let out a soft moan, her back arching into his touch. “Maybe just for a minute,” she breathed, her mind racing with the implications of their tryst. “But quickly, before we get caught.”

Jake grinned, dashing fingers under her blouse to free her breast from its confines. “I like the way you think.” He lowered his head, lips closing around her nipple as he suckled greedily, his other hand sliding up her skirt to cup the warmth between her thighs.

Heather gasped, fingers combing through Jake’s hair as he lavished attention on her breasts. “Oh god, yes… right there,” she moaned, her hips grinding against his hand in a desperate bid for more friction.

Jake obliged, fingers slipping beneath her panties to find the slick heat of her core. He stroked her folds, teasing her clit with each pass, his mouth still attached to her breast like a hungry lover. Heather’s moans grew louder, the desk creaking under their frantic movements.

“Jake… I’m so close,” Heather panted, her thigh muscles tensing as an orgasm built within her.

Jake accelerated his ministrations, determined to bring her to climax. He wanted to feel her release on his fingers, to watch her come undone beneath him in the midst of their office sin. With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, he pushed Heather over the edge.

Her back arched as she screamed, “Oh fuck!” echoing through the empty office as her body convulsed in orgasm. Jake hastened to lap at her breast, savoring the taste of her skin and the flush of her arousal.

As the tremors subsided, Heather collapsed back into her chair, panting and disheveled. Jake pulled away, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Well, I’d say your new laptop is performing spectacularly.” He tucked himself back into his pants before zipping up his bag.

Heather could barely meet his eyes, embarrassment and exhilaration warring within her. “That was… insane,” she whispered, fingers going to her still-heaving chest.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. “You’re a wild one, Heather. I might have to steal you away for more ‘IT support’ in the future.” He winked at her before heading for the door.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, Heather slowly came back to herself, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Maybe office sex wasn’t so taboo after all. With a contented sigh, she settled back into her chair, already looking forward to their next illicit encounter.