Weekend Without Rules

I'd caught her eye across the café three times this week. Lena, the waitress with the sassy smile and the short black skirt that barely covered her firm thighs. Today, she slid into my booth herself after her shift ended.

"Listen, Alex," she whispered, leaning in so close I could smell her skin and coffee. "I'm free this weekend. Let's just... blow off some steam. It doesn't mean anything, okay? Just sex. No strings."

Her fingers trailed up my arm, leaving a hot path behind. I nodded, feeling my cock stiffen instantly in my jeans.

"Deal. Doesn't mean a thing," I said, my voice rough as I stared into her dark eyes.

An hour later, we were flying down the highway in my car. The sun was dipping toward the horizon, painting the interior in warm orange light. Lena lounged back in the seat, her skirt riding up to expose her smooth thighs. She turned to me, ran her palm over my bulge, and smirked.

"You're already hard, aren't you? From the second I walked up."

"And you're already wet?" I shot back, one hand on the wheel, the other pushing her skirt higher.

"Check for yourself," she breathed, spreading her legs.

My fingers found her panties immediately—the thin fabric was soaked through. I pushed them aside and ran my fingers along her hot, swollen lips. Lena let out a soft moan, arching into the seat.

"Pull over somewhere... faster."

I veered onto the first dirt turnout by the tree line. The car had barely stopped rolling before Lena had my belt undone. Her hot palms wrapped around my thick cock, pulling it out.

"God, you're big..." she whispered, leaning down.

Her lips closed around the head right away. Her hot, wet mouth started taking me deeper slowly, her tongue swirling around the shaft. I buried my fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm. The cabin filled with wet, sucking sounds and her muffled moans.

"Deeper... just like that," I growled.

Lena looked up at me from under her lashes, then suddenly swallowed me almost to the base. I felt her throat tighten around my cock. She gagged slightly but didn't stop, sucking greedily and fast.

I couldn't take it. I pulled her off by the hair, repositioned her onto my lap facing me. Her panties flew to the back seat. Lena grabbed my spit-slick cock herself and sank down on it in one smooth motion, taking me all the way.

"A-ah... so deep!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Her tight, hot pussy gripped me perfectly. I grabbed her firm ass and started bouncing her up and down hard. The car rocked with our rhythm. Lena bit my neck, whispering in a hoarse, desperate voice right into my ear:

"Fuck me harder... I want to feel you all weekend... deeper, Alex... yeah, just like that!"

I picked up the pace, slamming into her with sharp, powerful thrusts. Her juices ran down my balls, dripping onto the leather seat. I shoved my hand under her blouse, squeezing her hard nipple, while the other came down with a sharp slap on her ass.

"You're so tight... and such a wet slut on weekends, huh?"

"Only for you..." she gasped, riding me faster, impaling herself harder. "Cum inside me... I want to feel you fill me up."

We switched positions. I bent her over the front seat back, taking her from behind. Now I could see her slick, glistening pussy and the tight little hole just above it. I slid back into her cunt first, pounding her hard and fast. Lena moaned openly, not holding back. Then I slowly pulled out, dragged the head of my cock along her asshole, and when I heard her breathless "yes...", I started pushing into her tight ass.

"Slower... oh god, you're so thick," she whimpered, but she pushed back anyway, taking me all the way in.

I fucked her ass faster and faster, one hand tangled in her hair, the other working her clit. Lena was trembling all over, her moans getting louder, more broken.

"I'm gonna... don't stop!" she screamed.

Her body seized in a violent orgasm, her pussy gushing, her ass clenching hard around my cock. I couldn't hold back and came deep inside her, flooding her with hot cum. We froze, panting hard. The car smelled like sex, sweat, and her perfume.

Lena turned her head, looking at me with that same sassy, satisfied grin.

"Doesn't mean anything, huh?" she laughed hoarsely.

"The weekend's just getting started," I replied, running my hand down her sweat-slick back.

She kissed me hungrily, deeply, and whispered:

"Then let's keep going. I'm not done playing yet."