After-Hours Sushi

I sat at the table in the dimly lit restaurant, unable to take my eyes off his hands. Those strong fingers that had spent the last month correcting my posture during training were now tracing lazy patterns across my palm, like it was nothing. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure the sound echoed through the empty room.

"Miyuki, are you sure?" my trainer asked quietly, leaning in. His name was Alex, but to me he was always just "Coach," until tonight after dinner when everything flipped. "What if the owner comes back for a forgotten bag? Or the cleaning lady..."

"Then we'll have to be very quiet," I said, smiling at the corner of my mouth. My Japanese accent always made English words a little softer, a little more playful. I dragged my fingernail across his wrist. "Or are you afraid I'll scream from pleasure?"

He laughed low, almost a whisper. Around us, chairs sat upside down on tables, only one lamp glowing above the bar. The smell of soy sauce and grilled eel still hung in the air, mixing with his cologne. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs just from the way he was devouring me with his eyes.

Alex stood up, reached out his hand, and pulled me toward a table in the back corner. His palms landed on my waist, slid lower, gripped my firm ass through the thin fabric of my dress. I pressed my back against him, feeling his cock harden against me.

"You've been looking at me like that all night," he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck. "Those dark eyes of yours... I thought I was going crazy."

"And you thought I didn't notice you staring at my legs on the treadmill?" I turned around, caught his lips in a kiss. It was long, wet, our tongues tangling slowly like we were tasting each other. His hands stroked my back, unzipped my dress. The fabric slid off, baring my tits. My nipples instantly hardened in the cool air.

He sat down on a chair and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. My dress was hiked up to my waist. I unbuttoned his pants with trembling fingers, freed his hot, heavy cock. It stood straight up, the head already glistening with precum.

"God, Miyuki... you're so beautiful," Alex breathed, watching me slowly lower myself. My wet pussy gripped him tight, inch by inch. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

"Shhh..." I whispered, starting to move. Slowly, in circles, feeling him fill me all the way to the hilt. His hands found my tits, thumbs stroking my nipples, pinching them gently. Every time I sank down especially deep, he exhaled against my neck, his breath burning my skin.

I leaned in, kissing him again. Our lips barely parted as I rode him. The movements were smooth, gentle, but every thrust made me tremble. His cock rubbed perfectly against my front wall, hitting that spot that sent sweet waves through my body.

"You're so tight... so hot inside," he whispered between kisses. "I want to feel you even deeper."

I smiled, biting his lower lip.

"Then hold on, Coach."

I sped up a little, but still smooth. My wet pussy made soft sounds around his cock, my juices dripping down his balls onto the chair. He grabbed my ass, helping me move, sometimes slamming me down onto him all the way. I was gasping, hiding my face in his shoulder.

Suddenly, a sound from the hallway. We both froze. I felt his cock twitch inside me from the adrenaline. We looked at each other and both laughed quietly.

"Just the wind, probably," I breathed.

"Or we're about to get caught, and you'll have to explain to your trainer why you're sitting on him naked," he teased, starting to fuck me slowly from below again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my tits against his face. He caught my nipple with his lips, started sucking, biting. A wave of pleasure shot down my spine. I moved faster, feeling my orgasm building. His cock swelled inside me, pulsing.

"I'm gonna... Alex..." I whispered right in his ear.

"Come on me, Miyuki. I want to feel you squeeze me."

My inner muscles clenched in a sweet spasm. The orgasm washed over me in a long, soft wave. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting his shoulder through his shirt to keep from screaming. He kept moving, drawing out my pleasure, until he tensed up himself.

"Me too... now..."

Hot streams of cum shot deep inside me. He came for a long time, filling me to the brim. We froze, holding each other, breathing hard. His cock was still twitching inside me.

We didn't speak. We just sat there, pressed together. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, his breathing slowly calming. His fingers gently stroked my back under my dress. The room was quiet, just the ticking of a clock somewhere by the bar.

We lay there, well, sat there, in silence. Listening to each other breathe. No words were needed. Just the warmth of skin, the slight trembling after orgasm, and the smile I could feel on his lips when he kissed my temple.