Alegre Bajo la Araña

The scent of spilled champagne and warm skin hit me the second I stepped into the reception hall. My new boss, Elena Voss, stood near the bar in a sleek black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. Her eyes locked on mine across the crowded wedding, sharp and hungry, the kind of look that made my cock twitch before she even smiled.

She was the strictest woman at the firm, always ice-cold in meetings, but tonight her dark hair spilled loose over bare shoulders. I was the rookie analyst she'd hired three weeks ago.

"Mark," she said, voice low as I approached, champagne flute already in her hand. "Didn't expect to see you here. My best friend's wedding, and my newest employee crashes it."

"Friend of the groom," I replied, trying not to stare at the way her dress dipped between her tits. The silk shimmered under the lights. "Small world."

Elena took a slow sip, lips glistening. "Very small. And very... tense." Her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower. The tension between us had been building since my first day, stolen glances in the elevator, her heels clicking too close behind me in the hallway. Alcohol loosened something in her tonight.

She set her glass down and stepped closer, perfume mixing with the sharp fizz of bubbles on her breath. "This dress has too many buttons. Help me with the top one before I lose my mind."

My fingers brushed the delicate fabric at her collarbone. The first button slipped free with a soft pop. Her chest rose faster. We were half-hidden by a pillar near the dance floor, music thumping, but no one was paying attention yet.

"Second one," she whispered, eyes half-lidded. "Keep going, Mark. I want to feel your hands."

I undid the next, then the one after, revealing smooth skin and the lace edge of a black bra. Her nipples were already hard, pressing against the thin cups. She smelled like chilled white wine and something sweeter, like ripe fruit. My palms skimmed down her sides, feeling the heat through the silk.

Elena grabbed my tie, pulling me into a shadowed alcove behind velvet curtains. "I've wanted this since you walked into my office. That tight ass in those pants... fuck, the champagne's making me bold." Her words were breathy, slurred just enough to show the alcohol was working.

She pushed me against the wall and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It pooled at her waist, tits spilling free as I unhooked her bra. I cupped one heavy breast, thumb circling her nipple until she moaned softly.

"Pinch it," she demanded. "Harder. Yes... like that."

My other hand slid under the bunched fabric, finding her panties already soaked. I rubbed her clit through the lace, slow circles that made her hips jerk. The wedding music faded to a distant hum. Elena's breath hitched, champagne glass forgotten on a nearby table.

"Take them off," she gasped, fumbling with my belt. "I need your cock inside me now."

I peeled her panties down her thighs, the wet spot visible even in the dim light. She kicked them aside, dress now hiked to her hips. My pants dropped, dick springing free, thick and aching. Elena wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with a firm grip that made my knees weak.

"God, you're big," she murmured, eyes wide. "Spread my legs. Fuck me against this wall."

I lifted one of her thighs, the dress silk whispering as it slid higher. Her pussy was slick, shaved smooth, lips puffy and glistening. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered. Then I pushed in, inch by inch, her tight heat swallowing me.

Elena bit her lip, head falling back. "Deeper... fill me up. That's it."

I thrust slow at first, savoring how her walls clenched, the wet sounds of us mixing with distant laughter from the party. Her tits bounced with each push. I leaned in, sucking one nipple into my mouth while my hand gripped her ass, fingers digging into firm flesh.

"Faster," she begged, nails raking my back through my shirt. "Make me cum on your dick."

I picked up the pace, pounding into her now, the slap of skin echoing softly. Her pussy fluttered, getting wetter, juices coating my balls. I reached between us, rubbing her swollen clit in time with my thrusts. Elena's moans grew louder, broken.

"I'm... oh fuck, right there... I'm cumming!"

Her body shook, pussy spasming hard around my cock. I kept fucking her through it, drawing it out until her legs trembled. Then I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over a small side table. The new angle let me drive even deeper, her juicy ass rippling with every impact.

"Yes, like this," she panted, pushing back to meet me. "Cum inside me. I want to feel it drip down my thighs later."

The thought pushed me over. I gripped her hips, slamming in one last time as my cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Elena clenched again, milking every drop with a soft, satisfied laugh.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, her dress wrinkled and my shirt untucked. Finally I pulled out, watching a trickle of my cum leak from her swollen lips.

Elena turned, eyes sparkling with champagne-fueled mischief. She smoothed her dress back up, fingers clumsy on the buttons I'd undone.

"Well, rookie," she said with a grin, voice husky. "Guess this changes my performance review."

I laughed, buckling my belt. "Happy to provide more data anytime, boss."

She picked up her champagne, took a sip, and clinked her glass against an imaginary one in my direction. "To weddings... and bad decisions that feel very, very good."

We slipped back into the crowd, her hand brushing mine once, secret and warm, both of us still buzzing.