The Broken Lock

The heat in the banquet hall was thick and sweet, heavy with the scent of flowers and champagne. I was leaning against a pillar when I saw her. Anna. My old secretary, the one I hadn't seen in five years. Her eyes slid over me, lingered on my mouth, and I felt my cock stiffen in my pants, sudden and undeniable.

"No way," she whispered, stepping closer. Her champagne-colored dress hugged her hips, thin straps barely holding on to her shoulders. "My old boss."

"Anna," I breathed, my hand finding her elbow before I could stop myself. Her skin was hot. "You're even more beautiful."

She smiled, but her eyes held that same forbidden spark that used to make us both pretend nothing was happening. A bridesmaid now, back then my prim secretary in those tight skirts. We stood too close. Her tits almost brushed against my shirt.

"Come on," she said suddenly, taking my hand. "I'll show you where to hide from this crowd." Her fingers laced through mine, and I felt her palm tremble.

We slipped into a quiet hallway leading to the service rooms. The door to a small gift-storage room was cracked open, the lock hanging loose, obviously broken after the hall's recent renovations. Anna pushed it open, and we stepped inside, surrounded by boxes and the soft glow of a single lamp.

"Remember how you'd always straighten my skirt when I bent over the desk?" she asked, pressing her back against the wall. Her voice dropped, almost husky. "I used to think you were about to lose it."

"I wanted you every day," I admitted, moving in close. My hands found her waist on their own. "But you were my secretary. And now... now you're here, and I'm not your boss anymore."

Her breathing quickened. I tugged at the thin strap of her dress, slowly sliding the fabric off her shoulder. The lace of her bra was exposed, her nipples already hard. Anna arched into my touch as my fingers traced over her tits, squeezing gently.

"Take it all off," she whispered. "I want to feel you, completely."

I unzipped the side of her dress. The fabric rustled to the floor at her feet, leaving her in just a thin pair of panties and heels. My hands slid down, cupping her firm ass. She pulled at my shirt, yanking it from my pants, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.

"Hurry," she gasped, unbuckling my belt. "I'm already wet. Can you feel it?"

I slid my palm between her legs. Her panties were soaked. She moaned when I pushed the fabric aside and touched her hot folds. Two fingers slid into her easily, and Anna bit her lip to keep from crying out.

We didn't bother getting fully undressed. I just unzipped my pants, letting my hard cock spring free. She turned to face the wall, bracing her hands against it, arching her back in offering. The pose was so blatant I almost lost control.

"Fuck me," she demanded, looking over her shoulder. "Right here, while everyone's dancing."

I pressed the head of my cock against her wet slit and pushed in slowly. Her tight heat gripped me, burning hot. Anna let out a soft moan as I started to move, gently at first, feeling every inch. Her dress lay pooled at her feet, straps dangling, while I held her hips and drove deeper with each thrust.

"Oh... deeper," she whispered. "I've wanted this for so long."

The pace stayed unhurried, but every stroke made her tremble. I leaned forward, kissing her neck, and slid one hand around to rub her clit while my cock pumped steadily into her wet pussy. The sounds were muffled: the wet slap of our bodies, her quiet moans, my ragged breathing.

Suddenly she tensed, clenching around me.

"I'm gonna come... don't stop," Anna breathed.

I sped up just a little, feeling her body start to pulse. She came first, with a soft, choked sob, her legs shaking. I followed, driving in deep and flooding her with hot cum. Waves of pleasure washed over both of us.

We froze, still joined. I kissed her shoulder. Then we both laughed—quietly, relieved, like we'd shed years of weight.

"Can you imagine if we got caught at a wedding?" she giggled, turning around and straightening her dress.

"Then fixing the lock on that door definitely wouldn't have helped," I said, zipping up my pants.

We stood there, looking at each other with easy smiles. The tension hadn't disappeared, but now it felt warm and free. Anna adjusted her straps and ran her hand along my cheek.

"Maybe we can continue this later?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've got a door at home that doesn't close right either."

I nodded, kissing her one last time before we headed back to the hall. The broken lock was our little secret for the night.