Bikini Strings and Late-Night Cravings

The moment she walked into the empty restaurant, my cock twitched hard against my jeans. Elena was soaked from the sudden summer storm, her white bikini top clinging transparently to her full, round tits, dark nipples stiff and begging for attention. Water dripped from the tiny strings tied at her hips, the matching bikini bottoms riding up her juicy ass like an invitation. I was the night manager finishing the last cleanup after closing; she was a stranded hitchhiker who’d banged on the door begging for shelter.

“Shit, it’s pouring out there,” she said, shaking rain from her long dark hair, eyes locking on mine with a hungry little smile. “You look like you’re about to kick me out.”

“Not a chance,” I replied, voice already rough. “Name’s Marcus. You can dry off in the back. But that bikini… fuck, it’s not leaving much to the imagination.”

Elena laughed low, stepping closer so I caught the sweet scent of her wet skin mixed with coconut sunscreen. “Good. Because I saw how you stared at my tits through the glass before you let me in. Like you wanted to rip these strings off with your teeth.”

Heat surged between us instantly. I didn’t waste time. In three steps I had her backed against the stainless-steel counter, my hands sliding up her slick waist. She gasped as my thumbs hooked the thin bikini top strings and yanked. The fabric fell away, freeing her heavy breasts that bounced into my palms. I squeezed them roughly, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers while she moaned and arched into me.

“God, yes… touch me like that,” she whispered, her voice echoing softly in the quiet restaurant. The only other sounds were the rain hammering the windows and our quick, hungry breaths. “I’ve been on the road all day, Marcus. My pussy’s been aching for something real.”

I dropped to my knees, peeling the soaked bikini bottoms down her toned legs. The strings left faint red marks on her hips that I kissed before burying my face between her thighs. Her shaved pussy was already dripping, clit swollen and glistening. I licked a slow, firm stripe up her slit, tasting her tangy wetness, then sucked her clit hard between my lips. Elena’s hips bucked, her hands fisting in my hair.

“Oh fuck… right there,” she panted, trying to stay quiet but failing as a sharp cry slipped out. “Don’t stop sucking my clit… I’m so close already.”

Her thighs trembled around my head while I worked two fingers deep into her tight, soaking cunt, curling them against that sensitive spot inside. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth and fingers filled the dim dining room. She came fast, gushing on my tongue with a choked moan, her whole body shaking as I kept licking through her orgasm.

Before she could catch her breath I stood, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. Her bare ass looked incredible in the low light, still framed by the discarded bikini strings dangling from one ankle. I freed my thick cock, stroking it once before rubbing the fat head along her dripping pussy lips.

“Tell me you want this dick,” I growled against her ear, one hand fisting her wet hair.

“I want it,” Elena breathed, pushing back against me. “Fuck me hard, Marcus. Fill this stranger’s pussy right here where anyone could see if they looked through the glass.”

I thrust in deep with one powerful stroke, burying every inch inside her velvety heat. She was unbelievably tight, her walls fluttering around me as I started pounding her from behind. The counter creaked under us. Each slap of my hips against her juicy ass echoed through the empty restaurant, mixing with her breathy whimpers and the constant drum of rain outside.

“Harder… oh shit, your cock is stretching me so good,” she gasped, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider. I spanked her firm ass once, twice, watching the skin bloom pink under my palm. Her pussy clenched tighter with every smack.

I slowed suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow, grinding deep so she felt every vein. Elena whined, pushing back desperately. “Don’t tease me… I need to cum again.”

Grinning, I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes. The new pace had her moaning louder, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls. I felt her second orgasm building, her cunt pulsing and gushing around my shaft.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze me,” I whispered hotly.

She shattered again, crying out as her walls milked me rhythmically. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her spasming pussy. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat and rain mixing on our skin.

Elena glanced over her shoulder with a wicked, satisfied grin, bikini strings still tangled around her foot. “Storm’s not letting up anytime soon, Marcus. Guess you’ll have to close up properly… after round two.”