La falda que todavía queda bien

The moment I stepped back into the empty office after hours, the old hunger hit me like a slap. Elena stood by the filing cabinet in that goddamn uniform—the crisp white blouse stretched tight over her full tits, the navy pencil skirt hugging her hips exactly the way it had five years ago. My cock twitched at the sight of her.

She turned, dark eyes widening. The building was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant buzz of the city below. We were the last ones here, just like old times.

“Mark,” she said, voice low and a little breathless. “You’re late. Again.”

I crossed the room in three strides, pulse hammering. “Couldn’t stay away when you texted me that picture. Still wearing the old company skirt, huh?”

Elena’s lips curved, half smirk, half dare. Her fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse. “Thought it might remind you what you walked away from. Does it?”

My hands were already sliding up her thighs, pushing the tight fabric higher. The skirt rode up easily, revealing the lace tops of her stockings and the soft bare skin above. Heat poured off her. I could smell her perfume mixed with that faint office-paper scent that always drove me crazy.

“Yeah,” I growled against her neck. “It reminds me how wet you get when I bend you over a desk.”

She shivered, a soft laugh escaping as she arched into me. “Then stop talking and do it. I’ve been soaked since I put this on.”

I didn’t wait. My fingers found the zipper at the side of the skirt and tugged it down. The fabric loosened, and I shoved it up around her waist like a belt. Elena gasped when I lifted her onto the wide oak desk, papers scattering. Her legs parted eagerly, stockings rasping against my slacks.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” I muttered, palming her through the damp lace of her panties. She was burning hot, already slick. I hooked the fabric aside and slid two fingers straight into her tight cunt.

Elena moaned, head falling back. “Yes… just like that. Deeper, Mark. God, your fingers are thicker than I remembered.”

I pumped them slowly, curling, feeling her walls flutter and squeeze. Her juices coated my hand. The uniform blouse was still perfectly buttoned, the company logo on her breast pocket rising and falling with every ragged breath. It made the whole thing filthier—like we were breaking every rule we used to follow.

She reached down and freed my cock, stroking the hard length with a practiced twist of her wrist. “I want it inside me. Now. Fill me up the way you used to.”

I pulled my fingers free, lined up, and pushed the fat head of my dick into her in one smooth thrust. Her pussy stretched around me, hot and silky. Elena’s eyes fluttered shut, a whimper slipping out.

“Oh shit… so full,” she whispered. “Move. Please.”

I started slow, savoring every inch as I sank deeper, then pulled back until just the tip remained inside her clenching heat. The desk creaked under us. Her stockings whispered against my sides as she wrapped her legs around me. I gripped the bunched-up skirt like handles and picked up speed, fucking her with long, deliberate strokes that made her tits bounce inside the tight blouse.

“Harder,” she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders. “I want to feel you tomorrow when I sit at this desk.”

I gave it to her, slamming in deep, our bodies slapping together. Sweat beaded on her collarbone. I leaned down and licked it off, tasting salt and her skin. Her cunt fluttered wildly around my cock.

Suddenly I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. The skirt was still rucked up, framing her round ass perfectly. I spread her cheeks and drove back into her pussy from behind, the new angle making her cry out.

“Yes! Right there—fuck, Mark, you’re hitting so deep…”

I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while I pounded her. Her moans grew sharper, breath fogging the polished wood. The uniform made it all feel forbidden and perfect—the starched collar, the neat pleats of the skirt now wrinkled and stained with her cream.

Her orgasm hit fast. Elena’s whole body tensed, pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. “I’m coming—don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”

I fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was trembling and gasping. Then I let myself go, burying myself to the hilt and pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her spasming cunt. The release was blinding.

We stayed like that for a long minute, locked together, breathing hard. I slowly pulled out, watching a trickle of our mixed juices run down her thigh and soak into the top of her stocking. Elena stayed bent over the desk, skirt still bunched, blouse still buttoned, a lazy, satisfied smile on her flushed face.

Finally I helped her stand. We didn’t speak at first. I just pulled her close, her head against my chest, listening to the way our breathing slowly synced in the quiet office. The only sound was the soft tick of the wall clock and the faint rustle of her uniform as she shifted in my arms.