Vals Sucio en la Boda

"You're staring at my ass again, aren't you?" she whispered, the moment we found ourselves in the dim corner of the banquet hall.

Lena's eyes sparkled with champagne and that same defiant glint I'd been catching in the office for a month, every time she bent over the printer.

Her friend's wedding was loud, stuffy, full of laughter and the smell of flowers. But now, as the orchestra struck up a slow waltz, all of that faded into the background. Just us. Her palm slid across my tie, her fingers tugging lightly at the knot.

"I'm not staring. I'm appraising," I replied low, pulling her closer. The fabric of her champagne-colored dress hugged her hips so tight my mouth went dry. "Especially when you're in that dress. And especially when I picture you wearing it while you clean my office on Fridays."

Lena laughed softly, biting her lip. Her tits pressed against my shirt, her nipples already visible through the thin silk.

"Boss, you've got some nerve. At your own employee's wedding?" She dragged a fingernail down my chest, stopping at my belt. "What if I just reach down and check how hard you are at the thought of your little cleaning lady?"

Her hand slipped between us. Her fingers wrapped confidently around my cock through my pants and gave a squeeze. I exhaled against her temple, heat flooding through me instantly.

"Lena... fuck. You realize after that, I'm not letting you go."

"Then don't," she breathed, staring straight into my eyes. Her pupils were huge. "I'm off the clock tonight. No office bullshit. Just me. And you. And this goddamn dress you're going to peel off me. Slowly."

We'd basically stopped dancing. Just stood there, pressed together, while couples swirled around us. I ran my palm down her back, found the zipper on her dress, and pulled it down slowly. The teeth parted with a soft metallic whisper. Lena shivered as cool air hit her skin.

"Here?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Here. Right now. Or are you scared your secretary-slash-cleaner might be too bold for you?" She turned her back to me, pressing her ass against my rock-hard cock. The dress slid down to her waist, revealing a lace bra and smooth skin.

I unhooked it in one motion. Straps fell. Her tits sprang free, heavy, with hard nipples. I cupped them in my palms, squeezed, ran my thumbs over the tips. Lena let out a soft moan, tilting her head back onto my shoulder.

"Harder... yeah, just like that..." she whispered. "I've been picturing you fucking me for a whole month, after I mop the floor in your office. On my knees. In that little uniform."

Her hand had already undone my pants. Hot fingers wrapped around my rigid cock, starting to stroke slowly. I growled into her hair, thrusting into her grip.

We backed deeper into the shadows, behind the heavy velvet curtains. There was a wide windowsill piled with gifts. Lena sat on it, spreading her legs. The dress hiked up to her waist. Underneath, thin black panties, already soaked through.

I stepped between her thighs. Ran my palms up the inside of her smooth legs, higher, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slowly. The fabric caught on her heel. Lena kicked impatiently, and the panties flew to the floor.

"Look how wet you've made me," she whispered, dragging two fingers through her slick slit and bringing them to my lips. I took them into my mouth, tasting her sweetness.

"Enough teasing." I grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one thrust. Lena arched, digging her nails into my shoulders. Her pussy was hot, tight, and so wet I sank in to the hilt.

"Oh god... you're so big..." she moaned, wrapping her legs around me. "Fuck me. Harder. I want to feel you for a week after this."

I started moving. Slow at first, savoring how her walls gripped my cock with every stroke. Then faster. Deeper. The slap of our bodies drowned in the music, but her moans grew louder. I clamped my palm over her mouth. Lena immediately licked my fingers, then bit them, staring into my eyes.

I flipped her over. Now she was on all fours, braced on the windowsill. The dress bunched around her waist like a useless rag. I entered her from behind, one hand squeezing her tit, the other gripping her hip hard. Every thrust made her cry out.

"Yes... just like that... deeper... I'm gonna cum..." she gasped in a trembling voice. Her pussy started pulsing hard, clenching around me. Hot waves rippled through her body. I felt her squirt, drenching my thighs.

I couldn't hold back. Grabbed her hair, yanked her back against me, and came deep inside, flooding her with hot cum. Lena shuddered in my arms, arching through one last spasm of pleasure.

We froze, panting hard. The music still played beyond the curtains.

She turned her head, smiling at the corner of her mouth, still feeling my cock pulse inside her.

"You know..." she rasped, "next time I'm mopping your office floor... I won't wear panties. And we'll see how long you last before you bend your cleaning lady over your own desk."

I kissed her damp temple, still buried inside her.

"Deal. But that's tomorrow. Right now... we're not done yet."