Conference Sparks

The moment I spotted her across the crowded hotel bar, my cock twitched like it remembered her before my brain did. Lisa Hargrove—my sharp-tongued classmate from ten years ago—stood there in a fitted navy blazer and pencil skirt that hugged her hips like it was painted on. Her dark hair fell in loose waves now, and those green eyes still had that mischievous glint. We were both in town for the same three-day marketing summit, and the air between us crackled instantly.

"Lisa? Holy shit, is that really you?" I said, sliding onto the stool beside her.

She turned, lips curving into a slow smile that went straight to my groin. "Mark Thompson. Still got that boyish grin, I see. Didn't think I'd run into my old debate partner at a dull conference like this."

我们点了酒——我喝威士忌，她喝金酒——调情在冰块还没融化之前就开始了。她的膝盖在吧台下面故意蹭了蹭我的膝盖。

"You always did know how to argue your way into my head," I murmured, eyes dropping to the way her blazer strained over her full tits. "Remember that time you wore that short red dress to the senior mixer? Distracted the hell out of me."

丽莎轻声笑了笑，凑近过来，让我闻到她身上柑橘味的香水。“哦，我记得。你当时说话结结巴巴的。我打赌你整晚都硬着，想着那下面是什么。”她的声音低了下来。“现在还在想吗？”

My pulse kicked up. "Guilty. That skirt's doing the same thing tonight. How the fuck are you even hotter after all these years?"

She bit her lip, eyes sparkling. "Flattery won't get you everywhere, Mark... but it might get you upstairs." She traced a fingertip along my wrist. "Room 1427. Ten minutes?"

I was in the elevator with her in seven. The doors barely closed before our mouths crashed together, hungry and familiar. Her hands fumbled with my tie while I backed her against the mirrored wall, palming her ass through that tight skirt.

"Fuck, Lisa... you taste even better than I imagined back then," I growled between kisses.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, "Then stop imagining and do something about it." Her fingers worked my belt open with practiced ease as the elevator dinged on her floor.

Inside her room, the tension snapped. We didn't rush to strip naked. Instead, she pushed me onto the edge of the bed and stood between my knees, making me watch. Her fingers toyed with the top button of her crisp white blouse, popping it slowly. The fabric parted to reveal the lacy edge of a black bra cupping her heavy breasts.

"Like what you see?" she teased, voice husky. "You used to stare at these in class when you thought I wasn't looking."

"I was obvious as hell." My hands slid up her thighs, bunching her skirt higher until I could see the tops of her thigh-high stockings. I traced the smooth skin above them, feeling her tremble. "Take the rest off for me. Slow."

She smiled, that same flirtatious curve from a decade ago, and undid the next buttons one by one. Each reveal built the heat—smooth collarbones, the valley between her tits, the soft curve of her belly. When the blouse finally dropped to the floor, she turned, presenting her back.

"Unzip me?"

My fingers found the zipper of her skirt, dragging it down inch by inch so the fabric whispered over her hips and pooled at her feet. Black lace panties framed her juicy ass perfectly, the thong disappearing between firm cheeks. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and peeled them down her legs, kissing the backs of her thighs as I went. She stepped out, now only in bra, stockings, and heels.

"God, you're dripping already," I said, running a finger along her slick pussy lips from behind. She was shaved smooth, her folds glistening. "All this from a little flirting at the bar?"

"Mmm... you always knew exactly what to say to get me wet." Lisa arched her back, pushing against my hand. "Touch me more. I've wanted your fingers on my clit since I saw you downstairs."

我站起来，把我硬挺的鸡巴——还困在内裤里——贴在她光裸的屁股上，同时伸手绕到她身前，用两根手指揉弄她肿胀的阴蒂。她呻吟着，头向后靠在我的肩膀上。我用空着的那只手解开她的胸罩，让她的乳房弹出来。它们又沉又暖，乳头紧绷，渴求着爱抚。我轻轻捏住一个乳头，揉搓着，同时更快地揉弄她的骚穴。

"Mark... yes, like that," she gasped. "Don't stop flirting with my cunt."

I spun her around and we tumbled onto the bed. She straddled me, grinding her wet slit along the length of my freed cock while I finally kicked off the rest of my clothes. The slow drag of her slick heat over my shaft was torture. Her tits swayed above my face as she rocked, nipples brushing my lips.

"Suck them," she ordered softly, still in control. I drew one into my mouth, tongue flicking while she reached down to guide my dick to her entrance. She sank onto me in one smooth motion, her tight pussy stretching around my thickness. The wet sound of her taking every inch filled the room.

"Oh fuck... you're so deep," Lisa breathed, eyes half-lidded. She started riding me with unhurried rolls of her hips, her stockings rasping against my sides. I gripped her waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin where her bra had left faint lines. Every descent made her tits bounce, and I couldn't stop touching them—squeezing, licking, watching her face flush with pleasure.

We switched after her first shuddering orgasm—her walls clenching so hard around my cock I almost lost it. I laid her on her back, hooking her stockinged legs over my shoulders so I could drive into her slower, deeper. The bed creaked softly. Her hands clutched my back, nails digging in as I ground against her clit with every thrust.

"Right there... don't you dare speed up," she panted, voice breaking into a moan. "I want to feel every inch stretching my pussy."

Sweat slicked our skin. Her scent—perfume mixed with raw sex—filled my head. I kissed her neck, whispering how I'd jerked off to memories of her for years, how her cunt felt even better than I'd dreamed. She came again, back arching, a low cry escaping as her juices coated my balls.

I was close, hips moving in long, deliberate strokes that made her tits jiggle with each impact. Just as the pressure built to breaking, she gripped my face and locked eyes with me.

"Cum inside me, Mark. Fill me up... then we'll order room service and do this all over again."

The promise in her words pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt, groaning as my cock pulsed, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming pussy. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, her fingers lazily tracing my jaw.

She smiled that flirtatious smile again, voice husky with satisfaction.

"Conference doesn't end till Friday. Think we can keep finding excuses to 'catch up'?"