Silk Under the Robe

Rain hammered the café windows like it wanted in. I sat nursing a black coffee, eyes locked on Lena the moment she pushed through the door. She was my married neighbor, the one whose curvy ass I’d jerked off thinking about for months. Tonight she wore a short cream silk robe over what had to be almost nothing, the thin belt barely holding it closed, damp fabric clinging to her full tits and the swell of her hips. Our eyes met. Heat flared between us instantly, thick enough to cut.

“Mark,” she said, voice low and a little breathless as she slid into the chair across from me. “Didn’t expect to see you here in this downpour.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about you in that fucking robe again.” I didn’t bother hiding it. My cock was already half-hard under the table.

Lena’s cheeks flushed but her lips curved into a wicked smile. She crossed her legs, the robe riding higher on her smooth thighs. “You’ve been watching me from your window, haven’t you? I leave the curtains open on purpose some nights. My husband’s away again… and I get so damn wet knowing you’re stroking that big dick while you stare.”

The café was almost empty, just the barista in the back and the rain masking everything. I reached across, fingers brushing the silk belt. “Take it off right here. I want to see what’s underneath.”

Her breath hitched. “You’re serious.” But her hands were already moving. She tugged the knot loose with a soft sigh. The robe fell open like liquid, revealing she wore only a tiny black thong and nothing else. Her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples stiff and dark pink. The smooth curve of her belly led down to that trimmed pussy I’d imagined a thousand times.

“Jesus, Lena.” I stood, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the narrow hallway that led to the single-stall restroom. The door clicked shut behind us. Rain pounded the tiny window above the sink.

She shoved me against the wall first, mouth crashing into mine. Her tongue was hot, greedy. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she gasped between kisses. “My husband hasn’t fucked me properly in months. I need your cock, Mark. Now.”

My hands were everywhere, palming those fat tits, rolling her nipples until she whimpered. I yanked the robe completely off her shoulders and let it puddle on the floor. Then I spun her around, bending her over the sink so she could watch us in the mirror. Her juicy ass pushed back against me as I freed my throbbing dick. It slapped heavy against her ass cheek.

“Fuck, it’s even bigger than I imagined,” she moaned, eyes wide in the reflection. “Put it in me. Stretch my married pussy.”

I hooked her thong aside. Her cunt was soaked, lips puffy and glistening. I rubbed the fat head of my cock up and down her slit, teasing her swollen clit. She rocked back, desperate. With one hard thrust I buried myself balls-deep inside her tight heat.

“Oh my god—yes!” Lena cried out, gripping the sink edge. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the tiny room. I fucked her hard and fast, watching her tits bounce in the mirror, her mouth open in a constant moan. “Harder, Mark. Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled her head back, pounding deeper. Her walls clenched around me, slick sounds obscene. The robe lay forgotten at our feet, silk now smeared with a few drops of her arousal that had dripped down her thighs.

After a few frantic minutes I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the sink. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I drove back in, this time slower, grinding my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. Lena’s nails dug into my shoulders.

“I’m gonna cum—don’t stop,” she panted. “Fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum leaking out of me when I walk home in this robe.”

Her words pushed me over. I felt her pussy flutter and squeeze as she came hard, a gush of wetness flooding my cock. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pulsing deep inside her married cunt. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, foreheads pressed tight.

Finally she kissed me softly, a lazy smile on her lips. “Next time you see me in the yard wearing this robe… you come over. No more watching. I want you to fuck me on my own kitchen table while my husband’s at work.”

I helped her back into the damp silk, tying the belt with a grin. “Deal. But I’m keeping the thong.”

She laughed, low and filthy, then slipped out into the rain, robe swaying around her freshly-fucked body. I watched her go, already planning tomorrow night.