Rain-Soaked Firm Ass

The moment she walked in, dripping wet from the downpour, my cock twitched behind the bar. Her soaked dress clung to every curve, especially that tight, round ass that flexed with each step across the empty café floor. Rain hammered the windows, turning the little place into our private world.

“Evening,” I said, wiping a glass. “Rough night out there?”

She shook her dark hair, water flying, and slid onto a stool. Her name was Lena. She’d been coming in for weeks, always alone, always leaving me aching. “Just what I needed after a shit day. Double whiskey, neat, Jake. Make it burn.”

I poured it fast, eyes locked on the way her dress rode up her thighs. The firm globes of her ass shifted as she crossed her legs, and I imagined gripping them, spreading them. Heat pooled low in my gut. “You’re soaked through. Want a towel?”

Lena’s lips curved, sly. “Only if you’re offering to dry me off yourself.” She took a slow sip, eyes flicking down to where my apron hid my growing erection. “You’ve been staring at my ass every time I come in. Think I don’t notice?”

My pulse jumped. No one else was here; the rain had chased the last customers out an hour ago. I leaned across the bar, close enough to smell her rain-fresh skin mixed with faint perfume. “Guilty. That ass of yours is fucking perfect. Firm. Round. Makes me hard just watching you walk.”

She laughed low, throaty, and swiveled on the stool so her back faced me. Then she arched slightly, pushing that glorious ass out. The wet fabric outlined the cleft between her cheeks like a second skin. “Then stop talking and come touch it, bartender. I’ve been wet for more than just the rain.”

I vaulted the bar in seconds, hands landing on her hips. She gasped as I yanked her dress up over that firm ass, revealing smooth, tanned skin with no panties underneath. My palms cupped each cheek, squeezing the taut muscle that flexed under my fingers. So solid, yet yielding just enough. I groaned, kneading harder, thumbs brushing the crease where thigh met ass.

“God, it’s even better than I imagined,” I muttered, dropping to my knees behind her stool. Rain lashed the glass louder as I spread her cheeks and dragged my tongue up her slit from behind. Her pussy was already slick, dripping down her thighs. I licked deeper, circling her tight little hole with the tip of my tongue while my hands kept massaging that perfect, firm ass.

Lena moaned, gripping the bar edge. “Fuck yes… eat my pussy like that. Your tongue feels so good. Don’t stop squeezing my ass, Jake. I love how rough your hands are on it.”

I stood up, cock throbbing painfully against my jeans. She spun, eyes dark with lust, and yanked my zipper down. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and leaking. “Look at that big dick,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around it. “All this time you’ve been hiding this monster while staring at my ass?”

She stroked me fast, thumb smearing precum over the head. I pulled her off the stool, bending her over the polished bar top. Her firm ass jutted out, cheeks slightly parted, glistening from my spit and her own juices. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered.

“Put it in me already,” she begged, pushing back. “I want to feel every inch stretching my pussy while you hold onto this ass.”

I thrust forward hard, burying myself balls-deep in one stroke. Her walls clenched around me, hot and velvet-tight. The wet slap of my hips meeting her firm ass echoed under the rain. I gripped those cheeks, spreading them wide so I could watch my cock disappear inside her again and again. Each thrust made her ass ripple just a little, the muscle so toned it barely jiggled.

“Harder,” Lena panted, voice breaking. “Fuck my pussy like you own this ass. Yes… right there. Your cock is hitting so deep.”

I spanked one cheek lightly, watching the faint pink bloom on her firm skin. She cried out, pussy fluttering. Changing angle, I slowed, grinding deep, letting her feel every vein. Then I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the bar. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back in, her firm ass now sitting on the cool wood while I pounded upward.

Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding messy and desperate. I could feel her clit grinding against my pelvis with every thrust. Sweat mixed with rain on her skin. Her nails dug into my shoulders.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped against my lips. “Don’t stop… fuck me through it.”

Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting a little around my cock as she came with a sharp cry. The rhythmic squeeze pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her pulsing cunt. We stayed locked like that, breathing ragged, rain still drumming outside.

Finally I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy down onto her firm ass cheeks. She slid off the bar on shaky legs, turned, and wiggled that perfect ass at me once more.

“Next time the rain comes,” Lena said with a wicked grin, pulling her dress down, “I’m skipping the whiskey. Just lock the door and fuck this ass properly, Jake.”

I laughed, already half-hard again. “Deal.”