Amber, a curvaceous boss lady, noticed the new intern had been watching her with anticipation. His eyes were glued to her every move, following her every sway of her ample behind. She found it both amusing and arousing.
As the day drew to a close, Amber casually strolled around the office, noticing the intern's desk was empty. He seemed to be hiding somewhere, ducking behind cabinets and peeping around corners. Amber couldn't help but grin wickedly. She sauntered over to his desk and playfully asked him where he had been.
"Uh, nowhere, ma'am," the intern stammered.
"Well then," Amber purred, straddling the desk, "show me where to sit."
The intern nervously gestured towards the seat, obviously unaware of what was about to happen. Amber didn't give him a chance to react; she leaned forward and sat down hard upon his lap. His cock instantly sprang to life, poking against her pussy through their clothes.
"So, how's the view from down there?" Amber asked, smirking.
The intern shuddered, unable to form a coherent response. Amber chuckled lightly before standing up and admiring herself in the mirror on the wall behind him. She ran her hands over her curves, enjoying the feeling of her ass cheeks brushing against each other.
Satisfied with her reflection, Amber turned back to the stunned intern. "You know," she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger to her chin, "I don't think I've ever tested a man's comfort level this way before."
Amber's eyes sparkled with mischief as she climbed onto the desk and crawled over to the terrified intern. She knelt between his legs, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. Then, she slowly leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head.
"This is where you'll be sitting," Amber purred, positioning herself just right so that her pussy was inches from his face.
The intern whimpered, his eyes filled with fear and desire. Amber could see that he was trembling, but she also noted how his cock was gradually growing harder. She tilted her head to the side, giving him a seductive smile.
"Now, then," Amber began, trailing her fingers along his jawline, "I need to see if you're comfortable enough to handle this. Close your eyes and relax, okay?"
The intern nodded, still trembling but unable to look away from Amber's tempting form. Amber began to test out different seating positions on his head, leaning forward and back, standing up and sitting down again. Each time, she gently brushed her pussy against his face, teasing him with the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Unfortunately, the intern proved to be utterly useless in providing Amber with the comfort she needed. No matter how she positioned herself, his head remained hard and unyielding, providing little to no cushion for her sensitive areas. Growing frustrated, Amber finally stood up, leaning over the intern's limp body and letting out a loud sigh.
"Sorry, kid," she muttered, running her fingers through her tousled curls, "I guess some comfort just can't be tested for."
With that, she turned away from the trembling intern and strode confidently out of the office, leaving him to wonder if he'd ever be able to look at her without getting turned on again.
