It's an intense moment. An unfamiliar pussy. The feeling when it parts. How my cock head spreads her lips.
The flirting, the teasing, the soaking wet entrance. No resistance is felt on the slippery road inside.
A moan escaped her lips, suppressed as best as she can. Her arms pressed against the wall, holding her steady.
I pull out for my second thrust. Hesitating for a few seconds. She moans in agony. She shivers impatiently.
"Fuck me. Give me that cock." She pushes her ass back with force. My dick slams back inside.
"Fuck so full." She groans in relief. Not slowly, but surely I acquaint myself with her pussy. Every squeeze, every convulsion. She's milking my cock.
Heavy breathing on soft moaning. We try to stay quiet. My lips find her neck. Her hips find a rhythm.
Fast in and fast out. Her ass against my stomach. My hand finds her shoulder strap, releasing her breast. I grab and I squeeze. Her nipple hard in my palm.
"Turn around." I command her. I pull out and she obeys. Her eyes full of lust. Waiting for what's next.
Her dress pulled over her hips. I lift her on the counter top. My pants drop down to the floor. A clang as belt hits tile.
I move between her legs. Her hand stretched towards me. Guiding me inside. We moan and we groan.
Her hand lingers on her clit. The urgency increases. The smell of sex getting stronger. The peak is in sight.
Legs on my shoulders. Inviting me deeper in. I pinch and twist nipples. She bucks and she whimpers.
Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened. Rhythmic banging against the mirror. Sweating bodies, pounding hearts. The sight is overwhelming.
There in the office bathroom we fuck. My balls are at boiling point. Sweaty flesh on sweaty flesh. Maybe a wall away from my colleagues.
"Oh please cum. Fill me up." Her tone is pleading. My breathing is ragged. My movement uncontrolled. I push one last time.
Her body is trembling. The free fall has started. Juices are flowing. Twitching cock in pulsating pussy.
She sits up with a sigh. My arms wrap around her. Basking in our moment. Filled to the brim.
The music is thumping. Reality hits. The party is still going. Her husband somewhere in the crowd.
"We should get back." Clothes are rustling. Glances exchanged. Urges have subsided but longing remains.
"Have dinner with us soon." A wicked smile on her face. She opens the door. Her heels clicking outside.
I follow her shortly. My boss's wife rounds the corner. The hallway now empty. The best office party in years.