Late Night Texts at the Reunion

The moment I spotted her across the crowded office ballroom, my cock twitched like it remembered her. Sarah looked even better than she did back in senior year—curvy hips hugged by a tight black dress, those full tits straining the neckline, her red hair cascading over bare shoulders. Ten years had only made her hotter. The annual firm party was buzzing with drunk colleagues, but all I could think about was bending her over the nearest desk.

I grabbed two glasses of champagne and walked straight up. "Sarah Thompson. Still making every guy in the room hard just by walking in?"

She turned, her green eyes lighting up with that same wicked spark. "Mark Reynolds. Damn, you filled out nice. That suit's hiding some serious muscle, isn't it?"

We chatted for a bit, catching up on shitty jobs and failed marriages, but the air between us crackled. Her hand brushed my arm, lingering too long. My dick was already half-hard just from her perfume—something sweet and filthy at the same time.

"Remember that night after prom?" I murmured, leaning close so only she could hear. "How you let me finger you in my car until you soaked the seat?"

Sarah's cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, glancing around at the oblivious coworkers. "God, yes. I still think about your thick fingers sometimes." Her voice dropped lower. "But I've learned a few tricks since then."

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting a work email. Instead it was a text from her number—I hadn't even realized she'd saved it.

*Missed how big your cock felt. Bet it's even thicker now. Show me?*

I stared at the screen, pulse hammering. She smirked over her drink, pretending to listen to some boring story from accounting. I typed back fast.

*Right here? You're trouble.*

Her reply came instantly: *Bathroom in five. First stall. Leave your cock out for me.*

We slipped away separately. The fancy executive bathroom on the tenth floor was empty, marble cool under my shoes. I stepped into the stall, unzipped, and pulled my heavy dick out. It was already rock hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. The door clicked open.

Sarah slid in beside me, locking the stall. Her eyes dropped straight to my exposed cock. "Fuck, Mark. Look at that monster. Even better than I remembered."

She didn't waste time. Her soft hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow and firm while her other hand hiked up her dress. No panties—just a smooth, shaved pussy already glistening.

"Touch me," she whispered, guiding my fingers between her thighs. "Feel how wet your texts made me."

I groaned, sliding two fingers into her tight cunt. She was soaked, walls clenching greedily. We kissed hard, tongues battling as I pumped my fingers in and out, thumb circling her swollen clit.

Her strokes on my cock sped up, twisting at the head. "Mmm, so fucking thick. I want it in my mouth."

Sarah dropped to her knees on the marble, not caring about her dress. Her hot lips stretched around my dick as she sucked me deep. The wet sounds echoed—slurping, gagging softly as she took me into her throat. I grabbed her red hair, guiding her rhythm.

"Shit, Sarah... your mouth feels incredible. Suck that cock just like that."

She moaned around my length, one hand cupping my balls while the other rubbed her own dripping pussy. I could hear how wet she was, fingers squelching.

My phone buzzed on the floor where I'd dropped it. She pulled off my cock with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening head. "Check it."

I picked it up. New text from her: *I want you to cum down my throat first. Then fuck my pussy raw in the stall. Make me scream quietly.*

"Jesus, you're filthy now," I growled.

She grinned up at me, lips shiny. "You have no idea. Now feed me that dick."

I shoved back into her eager mouth, fucking her face with short, deep thrusts. She took it like a champ, eyes watering but hungry. Her fingers flew over her clit. I felt her tremble as she came first—muffled cries vibrating around my cock.

That pushed me over. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—"

Hot spurts shot down her throat. She swallowed every drop, milking me with her tongue until I was shaking.

But we weren't done. Sarah stood, turned around, and braced her hands on the stall wall. She arched her back, juicy ass pushed out, pussy lips puffy and dripping.

"Text me how much you want this cunt," she panted.

My hands were trembling as I typed one-handed: *Need to stretch that tight pussy right now. Gonna pound you till you cum all over my cock.*

I hit send, then grabbed her hips and thrust in balls-deep. Her wet heat gripped me like a vice. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me hard, Mark."

The stall rattled quietly as I slammed into her from behind. Skin slapped skin. Her tits bounced free from the dress, nipples hard. I reached around to pinch them, making her moan louder.

"Shh, someone might hear," I teased, but I didn't slow down. I pounded her pussy relentlessly, changing angles until I hit that spot that made her legs shake.

Her phone buzzed in her discarded clutch. She laughed breathlessly. "Check yours too."

I glanced at the screen mid-thrust. She'd sent a quick pic—her own fingers spreading her pussy lips earlier in the night.

"Dirty girl." I spanked her ass, watching it jiggle. "You were planning this all along?"

"Maybe. Now shut up and make me cum again."

I fucked her faster, reaching down to rub her clit in tight circles. Her walls fluttered, then clamped down as another orgasm ripped through her. She bit her own arm to stay quiet, pussy gushing around my cock.

The pressure built again. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum leaking out during the rest of this boring party."

With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin.

Finally she straightened, smoothing her dress. A wicked smile as she picked up her phone.

*Round two at my hotel after this? I'll send you nudes from the cab.*

I kissed her hard, already getting hard again. "You're on."

We slipped back into the party separately, but the texts didn't stop all night—each one dirtier than the last, promising more filthy fun before dawn.