After the Party Cleanup

The bass from the office party still thumped faintly through the walls as I lingered in the empty conference room, my cock already half-hard under my slacks. Elena moved like liquid in her tight black yoga pants and cropped tank, the same outfit she'd worn teaching our evening class earlier, her firm ass flexing while she bent to gather scattered cups and napkins. Tension crackled between us all night—her lingering stares during downward dog, my hands brushing her hips "accidentally" in the crowded elevator afterward. Now the party's over, colleagues gone, and she's the cleaning lady tonight, hired last-minute because the regular crew bailed.

"Mark, you don't have to stay and help," Elena said, her voice low and teasing as she wiped down the long oak table. She glanced back at me, dark hair falling over one shoulder, nipples poking against the thin fabric from the chill in the air. "But if you're going to watch me bend over like this... maybe you should make yourself useful."

I stepped closer, heart pounding. The room smelled of spilled wine and her faint vanilla sweat from the yoga session. "Useful how? Like in class when you corrected my form?" My hand grazed her lower back, feeling the heat through her top. She didn't pull away. Instead, she arched slightly, pushing that juicy ass toward me.

"Exactly like that," she whispered, setting the rag down. Her breath hitched as I pressed against her from behind, my hardening dick nestling between her cheeks through our clothes. "God, I've been wet since you kept staring at my pussy outline during stretches. Feel."

She grabbed my hand and guided it between her thighs. The yoga pants were soaked at the crotch. I rubbed her slowly, fingers tracing the seam that dug into her swollen lips. Elena moaned softly, biting her lip to stay quiet—the night security guard patrolled the halls every twenty minutes, and voices carried in the empty office wing.

"Shh... we have to be quiet," I murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe. My other hand slipped under her tank, cupping a firm tit, thumb circling her stiff nipple. She ground back against my cock, the friction making us both tremble. The distant hum of the air vents and our ragged breathing filled the space, every small sound amplified in the silence.

Elena turned in my arms, her eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me right here on the table. But slow... I want to feel every inch while we listen for footsteps." She hopped up, peeling her yoga pants down just enough to bare her shaved pussy, glistening under the dim emergency lights. No panties. The sight made my dick throb painfully.

I freed my thick cock, stroking it once as she spread her legs wide. The table creaked faintly when I stepped between her thighs. "Look at that wet little slit... been thinking about stretching it since class." I rubbed the head up and down her folds, coating myself in her slickness, teasing her clit until her hips bucked.

"Please, Mark... don't make me beg loud." Her voice was a husky whisper. I pushed in slow, inch by inch, feeling her tight walls clench around me. The wet sound of penetration echoed softly—obscene in the quiet room. Elena's head fell back, mouth open in a silent gasp. I bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass, and held still, letting her adjust while we both strained to hear if anyone approached.

We started moving in deliberate, rolling thrusts. Each glide made her pussy squelch quietly, her juices dripping down to the polished wood. I gripped her hips, pulling her onto me deeper, the position letting me grind against her clit with every stroke. Her tits bounced under the tank; I yanked it up to suck one nipple hard, muffling her whimper against my chest.

"Faster... but quiet, fuck," she breathed, nails digging into my shoulders. The party streamers still dangled overhead, swaying as the table rocked. I changed the angle, hooking one of her legs higher so I could hit that spot inside her that made her tremble. Her breathing turned into short, desperate pants—matching the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out, stretching her slick heat.

The tension built unbearably. Elena's pussy fluttered around me, gripping tighter with each thrust. "I'm close... don't stop, right there." I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her cries as she came hard, walls pulsing, a gush of wetness flooding my shaft. The wet slap of our bodies grew just a fraction louder, risky and thrilling.

I couldn't hold back. Flipping her over without pulling out, I bent her across the table, that perfect ass presented like in yoga class. I drove in from behind now, deeper, one hand fisting her hair lightly while the other spanked her cheek with a muffled smack. Elena pushed back to meet me, whispering filthy encouragement between moans.

"Fill me up, Mark... cum inside this pussy." Her words sent me over. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her spasming cunt. She shuddered through a second, smaller orgasm, milking every drop.

We stayed locked together for long moments, my cock softening inside her as warm cum trickled down her thigh. Finally I pulled out, watching it leak from her puffy folds. We straightened our clothes in silence, the only sounds our slowing breaths and the faint tick of the wall clock.

Elena turned, a lazy smile on her flushed face. "Next class... maybe we'll practice this pose privately."

We lay back on the cleared table afterward, side by side, not speaking. Just listening to each other's breathing even out in the quiet office, hearts still racing from the risk and release.