人群中的手指

The sharp scent of spilled champagne and warm bodies hit me the second I stepped into the open-plan office. My pulse jumped when I saw her across the room—Elena, my ex from three years back, laughing with a group of accountants in that tight black dress that still made my cock twitch. Tension crackled between us instantly, even from twenty feet away; her eyes locked on mine and didn’t let go, a slow smirk tugging at her lips like she remembered exactly how I used to pin her down.

The holiday party was already loud, music thumping from a portable speaker, lights dimmed low. Maybe fifty people from our merged firms crammed into the open space, ties loosened, heels kicked off under desks. I’d only come because my boss insisted. Now I was glad.

Elena drifted toward me through the crowd, hips swaying.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, voice low and teasing, close enough that her perfume wrapped around me. “Didn’t think you’d show up. Miss me?”

“Every damn day,” I answered, my hand already brushing the small of her back as if the years hadn’t passed. Her skin was hot through the thin fabric. She didn’t pull away. Instead she leaned in, letting the noisy room swallow us.

Before either of us could pretend we were just catching up, her fingers found my wrist and guided my palm lower, pressing it firmly against the curve of her ass. My breath caught.

“Touch me like you used to,” she whispered right against my ear, breath hot. “Right here. I want to feel your hands on me again.”

The explicit need in her voice flipped a switch. My fingers spread wide, squeezing the firm cheek through her dress, then sliding under the hem in one smooth motion. No one was watching closely—colleagues chatted and laughed in clusters—but the risk made my dick throb instantly. I traced the lace edge of her panties, then slipped two fingers beneath them, stroking the smooth, warm skin of her bare ass.

Elena bit her lip, eyes fluttering half-closed.

“God, yes… keep going,” she breathed, shifting so her back was mostly to the room. My other hand joined in, both palms now under her dress, groping and kneading her juicy ass while the party swirled around us. Her flesh filled my hands perfectly, soft and hot. I pulled her cheeks apart slightly, letting one fingertip graze the tight pucker of her anus just to hear the tiny gasp she gave.

“Still so fucking greedy,” I murmured, voice rough. She pushed back into my grip, grinding subtly against my palms.

The crowd shifted; someone bumped into us with a laugh and an apology. We froze for half a second, my fingers still buried between her cheeks. Elena’s cheeks flushed darker but she only smiled wider.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she said under her breath. “I’m already wet. Feel.”

I slid one hand around to her front, dipping inside the front of her panties. My fingertips found her pussy lips swollen and slick. I rubbed her clit in slow, firm circles while my other hand stayed on her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave faint marks. Elena’s breath hitched, turning into a soft moan she tried to hide behind her champagne flute.

“操……你的手指感觉比我记忆里还要好。”她低声说，臀部贴着我的手微微摇摆。我就在派对中间把两根手指插进她紧致、滴着水的小穴里，指节弯曲，顶弄那块总能让她发抖的海绵软肉。她的内壁紧紧裹住我的手指，又热又滑。

We moved slowly toward the edge of the open space, still surrounded by people but half-hidden by a tall potted plant and a cluster of filing cabinets. I kept fingering her deep and steady, thumb working her clit while my other hand spanked her ass lightly under the dress—sharp little smacks that made her pussy flutter.

“More,” she demanded, voice cracking. “Grope me harder. I want bruises tomorrow.”

I gave her what she asked for, squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks wide, one finger teasing her tight anus while the others plunged in and out of her soaked cunt. Wet sounds were barely masked by the music. Elena’s thighs shook. She grabbed my tie, pulling me closer.

“你再这样下去，我就要在你手上高潮了，”她喘着气说，眼睛因情欲而迷离。

“Then do it,” I growled, pumping faster, palm grinding against her clit. “Come for me right here, baby. Let me feel that pussy squeeze.”

Her orgasm hit hard and sudden. She buried her face in my shoulder, biting down to stay quiet as her walls pulsed wildly around my fingers. Hot cream coated my hand, dripping down her thighs. I kept groping her through it—ass, pussy, clit—milking every tremor until she was gasping and laughing breathlessly.

When she finally steadied, she looked up at me with sparkling eyes and a wicked grin.

“轮到你了。两分钟后跟我去储藏室。今晚我还没被摸够呢。”

We slipped away one after the other. Inside the tiny room among boxes and printer paper, she spun around, hiking her dress up to her waist. I pressed her against the shelves, hands roaming everywhere—cupping her tits through the fabric, pinching her nipples, then diving back between her legs. This time I slid my cock out, thick and aching, and rubbed it along her slick folds while my fingers kept exploring her ass.

“Put it in,” she begged, voice husky. “Fuck me while you keep touching me everywhere.”

我一下顺畅地整根插进她的小穴，把鸡巴埋进她紧致火热的深处，连蛋蛋都贴了上去。她叫得很大声，我不得不用手掌捂住她的嘴。我另一只手一直没停——揉她的阴蒂、扇打她的屁股、描摹她紧致的小洞。我们操得又快又下流，架子轻轻晃动，每一下深插，我的阴茎上都裹满她的淫水。

I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and bent her over a stack of boxes. Sliding back into her from behind, I used both hands to spread her cheeks wide, watching my cock disappear into her greedy pussy while my thumbs teased her anus. The sight and the filthy wet sounds drove me insane.

“Harder,” Elena gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Groping me… owning me… yes!”

I reached around to rub her clit furiously. Her second orgasm crashed over her, pussy clamping down so tight I saw stars. I followed right after, groaning as I pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, filling her until it leaked out around my cock.

我们依然交缠在一起，喘着气，我的手仍懒洋洋地抚摸着她的臀部和屁股。然后埃琳娜笑了起来——轻快、晕乎乎的，很有感染力。我也跟着笑起来，那笑声纯粹是出于解脱和喜悦。

“Best office party in years,” she said, still chuckling as she fixed her dress. “We should break up more often if make-up groping feels this good.”

我吻着她的颈侧，尝到汗水和香水的味道。

“或者我们可以直接承认，我们从未停止过对彼此的渴望。”

她眨了眨眼，先溜了出去。一分钟后我也跟了出去，我们俩脸上挂着心照不宣的微笑，而派对还在继续，没人察觉。