Spring Fling

Spring air rushed through the open window of the banquet hall, carrying the scent of wet earth and first blossoms. I sat at a table in my short black waitress dress that barely covered my thighs, feeling his gaze slide over my legs again and again. Alex, a regular at our café, was in a sharp suit today, but his tie was already loosened and his eyes burned with that hunger we'd been hiding for three months now.

"Lena, you look especially... dangerous tonight," he said quietly as I leaned down to set a wine glass down. His fingers brushed the back of my hand like it was an accident. The heat from that touch shot straight to my core.

"Shh, half your office is here," I whispered, but I didn't pull my hand away. Desire was already pulsing between my legs, making my panties wet. "This was supposed to stay a secret..."

He smirked, looking me straight in the eyes.

"It would've stayed a secret if you weren't looking at me like you want me to fuck you right here."

My heart pounded. The party buzzed around us—laughter, music, clinking glasses. Nobody was paying attention to the waitress and one of the managers. I glanced around quickly and nodded toward the service hallway.

"Two minutes. Third door on the left. Staff bathroom."

He showed up in exactly one minute. The door clicked shut behind us, the lock turning. Alex pressed me against the cold tile wall immediately. His hands greedily slid under my dress, gripping my ass.

"Fuck, I've been dying to do this..." he breathed against my lips before kissing me. The kiss was hungry, wet, tongues tangling. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his hard cock pressing against my stomach through his pants.

"Hurry..." I whispered, fumbling with his belt with shaking fingers. "I'm already soaking wet."

He hiked my dress up to my waist, yanking my panties aside in one rough motion. His fingers found my clit immediately, circling it with fast, practiced strokes. I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

"Oh... god, yes, right there..." escaped my lips. My legs trembled. He pushed two fingers into my hot pussy, fucking me with them hard and deep. Wet, squelching sounds filled the tiny room.

"Look how wet you are," he whispered, showing me his glistening fingers. "Spring fever, Lena. All hot and dripping."

I dropped to my knees on the cold tile floor. His thick cock sprang free—heavy, with a swollen head. I took it in my mouth immediately, deep, all the way to the back of my throat. Alex groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

"That's it... suck it harder... yeah, good girl..."

I worked my tongue along every inch, licked his balls, then swallowed him to the root again. Saliva ran down my chin. He fucked my mouth faster and faster, hitting the back of my throat.

Then he yanked me up, spun me around to face the wall. I arched my back, spread my legs. He slammed into me with one powerful thrust. My pussy gripped his cock so tight we both groaned.

"Oh, Lena... such a tight fucking cunt..." he growled, pounding into me with hard strokes. Skin slapping against skin echoed loudly in the small bathroom. I braced my palms against the wall, feeling his balls smack against my clit.

"Deeper... fuck me deeper..." I begged in a whisper. "I want to feel you all night..."

He sped up, one hand finding my clit and rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. I was already trembling, my legs giving out. The spring breeze from the cracked window cooled my overheated skin, making everything feel sharper.

"I'm gonna cum..." he gasped.

"Inside me... cum inside me, please..."

He drove in one last time, impossibly deep, and froze. Hot streams of cum shot into me, filling me up. I came right after, hard, clenching around his cock, whimpering softly with pleasure. Waves of orgasm rolled through my body, making me shake.

We stood there for several long seconds, breathing heavy. He kissed my neck, slowly pulling out. Cum trickled down the inside of my thigh.

"This isn't going to stay a secret for long," he smiled, helping me fix my dress.

"Then at the next office party... in May... we'll continue," I replied, kissing him on the lips. Spring was just beginning.