Rosas en la Mesa

The dim corporate ballroom hummed with the scent of expensive whiskey and women's perfume. My eyes locked on her immediately—a tall brunette in a clinging black dress sitting across the table. Her eyes sparkled as she slowly ran a finger along the rim of her glass, as if accidentally brushing my hand. Heat flooded through me, and that familiar heaviness tightened low in my gut.

"Truth or dare?" she asked, her voice husky as she leaned in closer. Her knee pressed against mine under the table.

"Dare," I said, not looking away from her lips.

She smiled, bold and wicked, plucked a single crimson rose from the vase on the table, and swept the soft petals across my cheek. The petals were cool; her fingers burned.

"Then kiss me like you want everyone in this room to forget how to breathe."

I didn't wait. I lunged forward, grabbed the back of her head, and crushed my mouth against hers. The kiss was hungry, wet, with a sharp little bite. She moaned softly into my mouth, her tongue meeting mine with fierce need. Under the table, her palm slid up my thigh and boldly settled on my already rock-hard cock, squeezing it through the fabric of my pants.

"Whoa... what a hot stranger," she whispered, pulling back for a second. "I'm Anna. And you?"

"Max," I breathed out, feeling her fingers work the zipper.

We were tucked in the far corner of the banquet hall, where the music pounded loud enough to drown out our gasps. Most of the coworkers had drifted to the dance floor or were getting hammered at the bar. No one was looking our way.

Anna stood, took my hand, and tugged me toward a small alcove behind the stage, where tables still held the remnants of the buffet and huge vases overflowed with flowers. The scent of roses and lilies hit my nose hard. She pressed my back against the wall, dropped to her knees right on the carpet, and without any ceremony pulled my cock out.

"Mmm, gorgeous," she purred, licking her lips. Her breath scorched the head. "I want a taste."

She wrapped her lips around me, slowly taking me deeper and deeper. Her tongue swirled, sucked, teased the frenulum. I buried my fingers in her hair, biting back a groan. Her head moved in a steady rhythm, spit running down the shaft while her hand worked my balls. Every time she swallowed me all the way to the back of her throat, a shudder ripped through my body.

"Anna... fuck, you suck so good..." I whispered, watching her eyes gleam with lust.

She pulled off, panting, and rose to her feet. Her dress was already hiked up to her waist, panties shoved to the side. I saw her smooth, glistening pussy, slick and ready.

"Now you. Take me right here," she demanded, turning and bracing her hands on the flower-covered table. The vase wobbled, and a few petals scattered across her back.

I stepped behind her, dragged the head of my cock along her wet lips, and slammed in. She arched, letting out a quiet cry.

"Yes... just like that... deeper, Max..."

I fucked her hard but slow, savoring how her walls clenched around me. Every thrust made the flowers in the vases tremble. The smell of roses mixed with the scent of her arousal. I leaned down, one hand squeezing her tits through the dress, the other gripping her hip as I picked up the pace.

"Your pussy's so hot... so fucking wet..." I growled in her ear. "You want me to cum inside?"

"Yes... cum in me... I'm on the pill," she gasped, pushing back against me. "I want to feel your cum filling me up."

I sped up. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling. She grabbed a rose, pressed it to her face, inhaling its perfume while I pounded her harder and harder. Suddenly she tensed, her pussy clenching in violent pulses around my cock.

"I'm cumming... oh god, yesss!" she whimpered, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

That was the last straw. I drove into her to the hilt and unloaded, hot cum spurting in deep, thick waves. She shuddered, taking every drop, while rose petals kept raining down on us like confetti.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and laughing, she turned, smoothed her dress, and pressed that same crimson rose—now slightly crushed—into my hand.

"Here. A souvenir from the wildest office party of my life," she said with a mischievous grin.

I took the flower, inhaled its scent mingled with the smell of her skin, and laughed too. The tension was gone, leaving only lightness and a pleasant ache in my body.

"Maybe we do it again... somewhere that isn't a supply closet?" I asked.

Anna winked, trailing a finger down my chest.

"Only if you bring more flowers."