Rain-Soaked Stranger

The rain hammered the café windows like it wanted inside as badly as I did. Elena sat across from me at the tiny corner table, her sketchbook open, charcoal-smudged fingers trembling slightly as she stared at my bare chest. I was supposed to be her model for the afternoon, but the way her dark eyes kept dropping to the bulge in my jeans told me we’d already gone off-script.

“God, you’re… distracting,” she whispered, biting her full lower lip. Her voice was low, husky, like she’d already imagined me inside her.

I leaned forward, rain dripping from my hair onto the table. “Then stop drawing and do something about it, Elena.”

Her breath caught. She glanced around the near-empty café. Only the barista remained, headphones in, oblivious behind the counter. The storm had chased everyone else away.

She closed the sketchbook with a soft slap. “Bathroom. Now. Before I lose my fucking mind.”

I stood, cock already straining against my zipper. She followed, hips swaying in her tight black dress, the hem riding up her thighs.

The moment the door clicked shut she was on me. Her mouth crashed into mine, tongue sliding hot and eager. I grabbed her ass, lifting her onto the sink. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly.

“Touch me,” she gasped between kisses. “I’ve been wet since you took your shirt off.”

My hand dove under her dress. No panties. Just slick, smooth pussy lips already dripping for me. I rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. She moaned loud, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“Fuck… yes, right there. Harder.” Her hips bucked against my fingers. I pushed two thick digits into her tight heat. She was scorching, silky walls clenching greedily.

Elena’s hands worked my belt open frantically. She yanked my jeans down just enough to free my cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Her eyes widened with hunger.

“Jesus, it’s so big,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. She stroked me roughly, thumb swirling over the tip. “I need this inside me. Right now.”

I spun her around, bending her over the sink. Her dress flipped up, revealing that juicy ass and dripping pussy. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered.

“Stop teasing and fuck me,” she demanded, pushing back. “I want to feel every inch.”

I thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying myself balls-deep in her tight cunt. Elena cried out, gripping the sink edge. The wet slap of skin filled the small room as I started pounding her. Each thrust made her tits bounce inside her dress. I reached around and pinched her nipples through the fabric.

“Oh shit… you’re stretching me so good,” she panted. “Deeper. Fuck me harder.”

I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, pulling her head back so I could watch her face in the mirror. Her mouth hung open, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. I slammed into her faster, the sound of my balls smacking her clit mixing with the rain outside. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, getting wetter with every stroke.

I pulled out suddenly, spun her to face me, and lifted her again. This time I impaled her on my dick while she clung to my shoulders. Her legs locked behind my back as I fucked her standing, bouncing her on my shaft.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, nails digging into my skin. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Her walls clamped down like a vice. Elena’s whole body shook as she came hard, pussy gushing around my cock. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own. The pressure built fast.

“Fill me,” she begged, voice breaking. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it.”

With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum pumped into her spasming cunt. She kissed me sloppily through it, milking every drop with her inner muscles.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat mixing with the dampness from the rain outside. Finally I set her down gently. She smoothed her dress, cheeks flushed, a wicked little smile on her lips.

“Well… that was better than sketching,” she said, voice still shaky. “Same time tomorrow?”

I tucked myself away, grinning. “Only if you promise not to wear panties again.”

She laughed softly, kissed me once more, and slipped out of the bathroom like nothing had happened. I followed a minute later, heart still racing, already counting the hours until the next rainstorm brought us back together.