Rain-Soaked Mouth

The downpour hammered the tin roof of the roadside café like it wanted in. I sat at the counter nursing black coffee when she slid onto the stool beside me, soaked blouse clinging to full tits, dark hair plastered to her neck. Her eyes met mine and held, a spark of raw hunger flashing between us that made my cock twitch instantly. Tension crackled thicker than the thunder outside.

"God, this rain won't quit," she said, voice low and smoky, ordering a whiskey neat. "Name's Lena. You look like you could use some company in this mess."

"Jack," I replied, pulse already racing. Her full lips parted as she sipped, and I couldn't stop picturing them stretched around me. "Yeah, company sounds good. You always stare at strangers like that?"

She laughed softly, leaning closer so her wet thigh brushed mine. "Only when they look like they want to fuck my mouth right here." Her words hit like lightning. Heat surged through me. The café was nearly empty, just the bored owner in the back and rain masking every sound.

My hand found her knee under the counter. "You serious?" I whispered, thumb stroking her damp skin.

"Dead serious." Lena's breath hitched. She turned on the stool, facing me fully. "I've been soaked and horny since I walked in. Your eyes... they say you need it bad."

The explicit heat exploded fast. I pulled her off the stool into the narrow shadowed alcove behind the old jukebox, rain pounding like a drum. She dropped to her knees without hesitation, fingers yanking my zipper down. My thick cock sprang free, already leaking, veins pulsing.

"Fuck, it's big," she murmured, eyes gleaming up at me. Her hot breath washed over the head. "Gonna take every inch down my throat."

She opened wide, tongue flicking out to swirl around my swollen tip, tasting the salty precum. Then she engulfed me. Her lips sealed tight around my shaft as she sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. Wet slurping sounds mixed with the rain. I groaned, threading fingers into her wet hair, guiding but not forcing yet.

"Shit, Lena... your mouth feels incredible." I rocked my hips gently, sliding deeper. Her throat relaxed, taking me further until her nose pressed against my pelvis. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but hummed in pleasure, vibrations shooting straight to my balls.

She pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock. "Deeper, Jack. Mouth-fuck me like you mean it." Her voice was wrecked, eager.

I gripped her head firmer and thrust. Her mouth became a hot, slick tunnel. I fucked her face with steady strokes, balls slapping her chin. She moaned around my dick, one hand slipping between her thighs to rub her soaked pussy through her jeans. The wet gluck-gluck of her throat echoed in the tiny space.

"Look at me," I growled softly. Her gaze locked on mine, mascara running from the rain and tears of effort. I sped up, hips snapping, using her mouth roughly now. Her tongue flattened along the underside, milking me perfectly. Spit dripped down her chin onto her heaving tits.

She pulled off again, panting, but immediately dove back, sucking harder. "Cum down my throat," she begged between licks. "I want to taste you."

The pressure built fast. I pounded her willing mouth, her lips forming a perfect O. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper. My cock swelled, pulsing. "Here it comes... fuck!"

I erupted with a choked groan, flooding her throat with hot ropes of cum. She swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, milking every spurt until I shuddered empty. Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy as she came too, fingers frantic on her clit.

We stayed like that a moment, her lips still wrapped softly around my softening dick, rain easing outside. Finally she stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning wickedly.

"Best pit stop ever," she whispered, voice hoarse.

We slipped back to the counter as the owner returned. Dawn crept in with weak light. I poured us fresh coffee, our fingers brushing. Lena shot me a sly glance over the rim of her mug, lips still puffy, a secret smile playing there. I wondered if the rain would ever let us leave this café... or if we'd sneak back for round two before the world woke up.