Office Party Escape
The moment I saw Lena bending over the bar in that tight black skirt, my cock twitched hard. She was the waitress who served me every Thursday at the little café near my office—always with that teasing smile and those long legs that made me fantasize about spreading them. Tonight was the company’s annual office party in the sprawling rooftop garden, string lights glowing against the city skyline, and the air thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint smell of grilled meat. But all I could focus on was her, the regular customer and the waitress, the raw tension crackling between us like it always did.
She caught me staring from across the patio and bit her lip, eyes darkening.
“Hey, Mark. Didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” she said, voice low as she handed me a fresh whiskey. Her fingers brushed mine, lingering a second too long.
“Neither did I,” I replied, stepping closer so the crowd wouldn’t hear. “But fuck, Lena, that skirt’s been killing me all night. You wearing anything under it?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she leaned in, breath warm against my ear.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out? I’ve been thinking about your dick every time I poured your coffee for weeks.”
The explicit heat hit fast. We slipped away from the main party, weaving through potted plants and low hedges until we reached a shadowed corner of the rooftop garden, hidden from the string lights but still open to the cool night breeze. My hands were on her instantly, yanking that skirt up over her juicy ass. No panties. Just smooth, bare skin and the slick shine of her already-wet pussy.
“Shit, you really are a horny little slut,” I growled, sliding two fingers between her folds. She was dripping, clit swollen and begging.
“Only for you,” Lena gasped, pushing back against my hand. “Finger my pussy harder… yeah, like that. Fuck, I’ve wanted this so bad.”
I spun her around, pressing her palms flat against the cool stone ledge overlooking the city. The distant hum of traffic mixed with the thump of music from the party twenty yards away. Anyone could wander over, but that only made my cock throb harder. I freed my thick dick from my pants, the head already leaking pre-cum, and rubbed it along her slit.
“Tell me you want it,” I demanded, teasing her entrance.
“I want your big cock inside me right now,” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust. “Fuck me out here, Mark. Make me cum where anyone might see.”
I thrust in deep, burying every inch in one stroke. Her tight pussy clamped around me like wet velvet, hot and slippery. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the night air as I started pounding her from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Each thrust made her tits bounce inside her white blouse; I reached around and yanked it open, palming her bare breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.
“Oh god… your cock feels so fucking good,” she panted between moans. “Deeper… yes, right there—fuck my pussy harder!”
I pulled her hair, arching her back, changing the angle so I hit her g-spot with every slam. Her juices ran down my balls, dripping onto the tiled floor. The risk of getting caught made everything sharper—the cool wind on my exposed ass, the distant voices of colleagues, the way her cunt fluttered around me as she got close.
I needed more. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my arm. This time I drove back in face-to-face, staring into her wide, desperate eyes while I fucked her standing up against the ledge. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone with every grind.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whined, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop fucking me!”
Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting a little down my thighs as her orgasm ripped through her. The sight and feel of it pushed me over. I growled low, slamming deep one last time and unloading thick ropes of hot cum straight into her clenching cunt. We stayed locked like that, panting, my cock pulsing inside her as the last spurts filled her up.
When I finally pulled out, a trickle of my cum ran down her inner thigh. Lena looked down, then up at me with a wicked, satisfied grin.
“Next Thursday at the café,” she whispered, fixing her skirt, “I’m wearing this same skirt. No panties again. Think you can handle another round after your coffee?”
I kissed her hard, tasting the salt of her sweat.
“Count on it.”
We slipped back toward the lights of the party, hearts still racing, the night air carrying the scent of sex and the promise of more outdoor fucking to come.