Vanda knew the moment she laid eyes on her boss, Mr. Thompson, that she wanted to do more than just take dictation. The way his eyes lingered on her curves, the subtle bulge in his trousers whenever she leaned over his desk - she knew he desired her as much as she desired him.

One day, after everyone had left the office, Vanda decided to make her move. She sauntered over to Mr. Thompson's desk, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she leaned in to hand him some papers. His eyes darkened with desire as he caught a glimpse of her lacy panties.

Without a word, Vanda started to unbutton her blouse, revealing her perky breasts. Mr. Thompson's hands were shaking as he reached out to touch her, his fingers tracing the contours of her soft skin. The tension in the room was palpable as they both knew what was about to happen.

As they moved to the couch in Mr. Thompson's office, the air was thick with anticipation. Vanda straddled him, her skirt hiked up around her waist as she guided him inside her. The pleasure was intense as they moved in perfect rhythm, the sounds of their moans and gasps filling the room.

In the end, they both collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.