After Hours Cleanup

The moment Maria bent over to wipe the last table, her short cleaning uniform rode up and I couldn't look away. My cock twitched hard inside my slacks as I watched her juicy ass sway, the thin fabric clinging to the curve of her cheeks. The restaurant had closed twenty minutes ago; only the low hum of the cooler and the scent of lemon polish hung in the air.

I owned the place, but tonight I stayed late on purpose. Maria had been cleaning here three nights a week for months, and the tension between us had been building like steam in a kettle. She was married, just like me, but the way her dark eyes lingered on me whenever our paths crossed told me she felt it too.

"Mr. Reyes... you don't have to stay," she said softly, straightening up. A strand of black hair had escaped her ponytail and stuck to her damp neck. "I can lock up."

"Call me Alex," I replied, stepping closer. My voice came out rougher than I meant. "And I want to stay."

She bit her lower lip, cheeks flushing. The rag in her hand trembled slightly.

"You've been watching me all night," she whispered. Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in my pants. "Husband's waiting at home... but I can't stop thinking about what you might do if we were alone."

That was all the invitation I needed. I closed the distance in two strides, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against me. Her tits pressed into my chest, soft and full. I kissed her hard, tasting the faint sweetness of the soda she'd sipped earlier. She moaned into my mouth, hands fisting my shirt.

"God, I've wanted this," she gasped when we broke apart. Her fingers worked my belt open with surprising speed. "Your cock... I see it straining every time I bend over. Makes my pussy so wet while I'm scrubbing floors."

I spun her around, bending her over the freshly cleaned table. The wood was cool and smooth under her palms. I yanked her uniform up over her hips, revealing plain white panties already soaked through the crotch. I hooked them aside and dragged two fingers along her slit.

"Fuck, you're dripping," I growled, circling her swollen clit. She pushed back against my hand, whimpering.

"Please, Alex... don't tease. Put it in me. I need it deep."

I freed my throbbing cock, thick and veined, the head already leaking. Without another word I lined up and thrust forward, burying half my length in her tight, married pussy in one stroke. Maria cried out, the sound echoing through the empty dining room.

"Oh shit... it's so big," she panted. Her walls clenched around me like a hot, wet fist. I gripped her wide hips and started fucking her with long, steady strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air. Each thrust pushed her tits against the table, her nipples hard points under the thin fabric.

I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles. "You like getting fucked where you clean, don't you? Bent over like a good little cleaning lady while your husband sits at home."

"Yes... yes, I do," she moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Harder. Make me cum on your cock."

I pounded her faster, the table creaking beneath us. Her pussy grew slicker, juices coating my balls. I felt her start to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps.

"I'm... I'm gonna..." Her words cut off as her orgasm hit. Her cunt spasmed wildly around my dick, squeezing so tight I almost lost it right there. She buried her face in her arm, muffling a long, throaty cry.

I didn't stop. I pulled out, spun her to face me and lifted her onto the table. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly. This time I slid back in slower, savoring the way her soaked pussy swallowed every inch. We kissed messily, tongues sliding, while I rocked deep inside her.

"Touch my tits," she begged between kisses. I pulled the uniform down, freeing her heavy breasts. I sucked one dark nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while I kept thrusting. Maria's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

The pace built again. I fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, the head of my cock rubbing that sensitive spot inside her over and over. Her second climax came faster, her nails digging into my shoulders as she shook.

"Cum inside me," she whispered urgently, eyes locked on mine. "Fill this married pussy. Please, Alex."

Those words sent me over. I buried myself to the hilt and let go. Thick ropes of cum pulsed deep into her, spurt after hot spurt. She milked me with her inner muscles, drawing out every drop until I was spent and panting against her neck.

We stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. The smell of sex mixed with the lemon cleaner now. Finally I pulled out, watching a trickle of my cum leak from her well-fucked hole onto the table she'd just polished.

Maria smiled shyly, adjusting her uniform. "Guess I have to clean this table again."

I laughed softly and handed her the rag. "Only if I get to watch."

She leaned in, kissed me once more, slow and sweet. "Next time... maybe we try the bar counter."

I already knew I'd be staying late every night she worked from now on.