Late Night Texts at the Reunion

混雑したオフィスの舞踏室の向こうに彼女を見つけた瞬間、私のチンポは彼女を覚えているかのようにピクピクと反応した。サラは大学四年生の頃よりもさらに美しくなっていた——曲線的な腰はタイトな黒いドレスに包まれ、豊満な胸は襟元を張り裂けそうにし、赤い髪は裸の肩に滝のように流れていた。十年の歳月が彼女をさらに魅力的にしていた。恒例の事務所パーティーは酔った同僚たちで賑わっていたが、私の頭の中は彼女を一番近くの机に押し倒すことしか考えられなかった。

I grabbed two glasses of champagne and walked straight up. "Sarah Thompson. Still making every guy in the room hard just by walking in?"

She turned, her green eyes lighting up with that same wicked spark. "Mark Reynolds. Damn, you filled out nice. That suit's hiding some serious muscle, isn't it?"

We chatted for a bit, catching up on shitty jobs and failed marriages, but the air between us crackled. Her hand brushed my arm, lingering too long. My dick was already half-hard just from her perfume—something sweet and filthy at the same time.

"Remember that night after prom?" I murmured, leaning close so only she could hear. "How you let me finger you in my car until you soaked the seat?"

サラの頬が赤らんだ。彼女は唇を噛み、無関心な同僚たちをちらりと見回した。「ああ、そうね。今でもあなたの太い指のことを時々思い出すわ」彼女の声はさらに低くなった。「でも、あれからいくつか技を覚えたのよ」

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, expecting a work email. Instead it was a text from her number—I hadn't even realized she'd saved it.

*Missed how big your cock felt. Bet it's even thicker now. Show me?*

I stared at the screen, pulse hammering. She smirked over her drink, pretending to listen to some boring story from accounting. I typed back fast.

*Right here? You're trouble.*

Her reply came instantly: *Bathroom in five. First stall. Leave your cock out for me.*

We slipped away separately. The fancy executive bathroom on the tenth floor was empty, marble cool under my shoes. I stepped into the stall, unzipped, and pulled my heavy dick out. It was already rock hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. The door clicked open.

Sarah slid in beside me, locking the stall. Her eyes dropped straight to my exposed cock. "Fuck, Mark. Look at that monster. Even better than I remembered."

She didn't waste time. Her soft hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow and firm while her other hand hiked up her dress. No panties—just a smooth, shaved pussy already glistening.

"Touch me," she whispered, guiding my fingers between her thighs. "Feel how wet your texts made me."

I groaned, sliding two fingers into her tight cunt. She was soaked, walls clenching greedily. We kissed hard, tongues battling as I pumped my fingers in and out, thumb circling her swollen clit.

Her strokes on my cock sped up, twisting at the head. "Mmm, so fucking thick. I want it in my mouth."

Sarah dropped to her knees on the marble, not caring about her dress. Her hot lips stretched around my dick as she sucked me deep. The wet sounds echoed—slurping, gagging softly as she took me into her throat. I grabbed her red hair, guiding her rhythm.

"Shit, Sarah... your mouth feels incredible. Suck that cock just like that."

She moaned around my length, one hand cupping my balls while the other rubbed her own dripping pussy. I could hear how wet she was, fingers squelching.

My phone buzzed on the floor where I'd dropped it. She pulled off my cock with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening head. "Check it."

I picked it up. New text from her: *I want you to cum down my throat first. Then fuck my pussy raw in the stall. Make me scream quietly.*

"Jesus, you're filthy now," I growled.

She grinned up at me, lips shiny. "You have no idea. Now feed me that dick."

I shoved back into her eager mouth, fucking her face with short, deep thrusts. She took it like a champ, eyes watering but hungry. Her fingers flew over her clit. I felt her tremble as she came first—muffled cries vibrating around my cock.

That pushed me over. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—"

熱い精液が彼女の喉の奥に勢いよく放出された。彼女は一滴残らず飲み込み、私が震えるまで舌で搾り取った。

But we weren't done. Sarah stood, turned around, and braced her hands on the stall wall. She arched her back, juicy ass pushed out, pussy lips puffy and dripping.

"Text me how much you want this cunt," she panted.

My hands were trembling as I typed one-handed: *Need to stretch that tight pussy right now. Gonna pound you till you cum all over my cock.*

I hit send, then grabbed her hips and thrust in balls-deep. Her wet heat gripped me like a vice. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me hard, Mark."

The stall rattled quietly as I slammed into her from behind. Skin slapped skin. Her tits bounced free from the dress, nipples hard. I reached around to pinch them, making her moan louder.

"Shh, someone might hear," I teased, but I didn't slow down. I pounded her pussy relentlessly, changing angles until I hit that spot that made her legs shake.

Her phone buzzed in her discarded clutch. She laughed breathlessly. "Check yours too."

I glanced at the screen mid-thrust. She'd sent a quick pic—her own fingers spreading her pussy lips earlier in the night.

"Dirty girl." I spanked her ass, watching it jiggle. "You were planning this all along?"

"Maybe. Now shut up and make me cum again."

I fucked her faster, reaching down to rub her clit in tight circles. Her walls fluttered, then clamped down as another orgasm ripped through her. She bit her own arm to stay quiet, pussy gushing around my cock.

The pressure built again. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside. Fill me up. I want to feel your cum leaking out during the rest of this boring party."

With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin.

Finally she straightened, smoothing her dress. A wicked smile as she picked up her phone.

*Round two at my hotel after this? I'll send you nudes from the cab.*

I kissed her hard, already getting hard again. "You're on."

We slipped back into the party separately, but the texts didn't stop all night—each one dirtier than the last, promising more filthy fun before dawn.