The Taste of Old Times

The office party was dying, just the way I liked it. Most people had already called Ubers, leaving behind half-empty glasses and the smell of cheap perfume. I was leaning against the wall by the coat rack, scrolling through my phone, when I heard heels click-clacking toward me.

"Mark? Mark Chen?"

I looked up. Fucking hell. Lena Park. She looked exactly like she did senior year, except now her skirt was shorter and her blouse was unbuttoned one button too many. Her black hair fell over one shoulder and her lips were that glossy pink I remembered from prom night.

"Lena." I shoved my phone in my pocket. "You work here?"

"Accounting." She smiled, stepping closer. "You're in IT, right? I saw your name on the directory."

"Small world."

She laughed, that same laugh. "Remember Mr. Harrison's class? You used to pass me notes."

"I remember you wrote back."

The air between us got thick. She bit her lower lip, just a little, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. She noticed. Her eyes dropped down and stayed there.

"Still the same Mark," she whispered.

"Still the same Lena?"

She didn't answer. She just grabbed my tie and pulled me toward the supply closet at the end of the hall. The door clicked shut behind us. Dark, cramped, smelled like paper and toner. She pushed me against the shelves and her hand went straight to my belt.

"I've been thinking about this since I saw you at the elevator," she said, unbuckling me.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She pulled my cock out, already hard, and wrapped her fingers around it. "I used to think about your mouth in class. The way you'd bite your pen."

"You thought about that?"

"I thought about this." She dropped to her knees.

Her mouth was wet and hot and she took me in deep right away, no teasing. Her tongue pressed against the underside and I grabbed her hair, thick and soft between my fingers. She moaned, the vibration going straight through my dick.

"Fuck, Lena."

She pulled back, just enough to look up at me. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

I didn't need to be told twice. I held her head and pushed in, feeling my cock hit the back of her throat. She didn't gag, didn't pull away. Her eyes watered but she kept them on me, holding my gaze as I thrust deeper. Her lips stretched around me, spit dripping down her chin.

"Just like that," I groaned, my hips moving faster.

She grabbed my thighs, her nails digging in. The sounds were wet and filthy, her throat opening to take me all the way. I felt her swallow around the tip and I nearly lost it.

"Shit, I'm gonna—"

She nodded, her hand pressing against my stomach, and I came hard in her mouth. Hot and thick, and she took every drop, her throat working as she swallowed. She kept her lips around me until I went soft, then pulled off slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Same Lena," I said, breathless.

She stood up, straightened her skirt. "Same Mark. But now you know where I sit."

She opened the door and walked out like nothing happened. I stayed in the closet for a full minute, trying to remember my own name.

CATEGORIES: [Mouth fucking, Office, Old classmates, Blowjob, Quickie]