Lake House After Hours

The moment Sophia stepped into the lakeside bar, my cock twitched like it had a mind of its own. She was pure Italian fire—curvy hips swaying in a tight red sundress that hugged her full tits, olive skin glowing under the string lights, dark wavy hair cascading down her back. I was behind the polished oak counter of the private lake house bar, mixing drinks for the weekend guests, but all I could think about was bending her over and burying myself deep in that juicy ass.

"Evening, bella," I said, voice low as I slid a napkin her way. "What’s your poison tonight?"

She leaned forward, elbows on the bar, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Luca, right? The bartender who makes the best negronis on the lake." Her accent wrapped around every word like velvet. "Make me something strong. I’m here to forget my shitty week."

I grinned, already pouring Campari and gin. "Strong like you, Sophia? I saw you arrive earlier. That dress should be illegal."

She laughed, a throaty sound that went straight to my balls. "Flirting with the guests, Luca? Or just hoping to get lucky?"

"Both," I admitted, sliding the drink across. Our fingers brushed and the spark was instant. The lake house was quiet now—most guests had gone to bed or wandered to the dock. Just us, the soft lap of water against the pilings, and this thick, hungry tension thickening the air.

She sipped, licked her lips, and set the glass down. "Come here. Closer."

I walked around the bar, heart pounding. Before I could say another word, Sophia grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss. Her mouth was hot, tasting of bitter citrus and pure want. My hands roamed down her back, squeezing that round Italian ass I’d been staring at all night.

"Fuck, you’re gorgeous," I growled against her lips.

"Shut up and touch me," she whispered, guiding my hand under her dress. No panties. Her pussy was already slick, shaved smooth except for a tiny landing strip. My fingers slid between her wet folds, finding her swollen clit. She moaned into my mouth, hips bucking.

I pushed two fingers inside her tight heat. "So wet already. You’ve been thinking about this cock, haven’t you?"

"Yes… since I saw you polishing glasses with those big hands." She reached down and palmed my hard dick through my jeans. "Take it out. I want to feel how thick you are."

I unzipped fast. My cock sprang free, heavy and veined, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Sophia dropped to her knees right there on the hardwood floor behind the bar, dress riding up her thighs. She looked up at me with those dark eyes, lips parted.

"Such a big Italian cock," she purred, then swallowed me down in one smooth motion. The wet heat of her throat made my knees buckle. She bobbed fast, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head every time she pulled back. Spit dripped down my shaft onto her chin. I tangled my fingers in her thick hair and fucked her mouth deeper.

"Goddamn, Sophia… suck that dick just like that. Fuck."

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine. Her free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while she deepthroated me again and again. The filthy sounds—wet slurps, her little gagging moans—echoed softly in the empty bar.

I pulled her up before I lost it. "Bend over the bar. Now."

She braced her hands on the polished wood, arching her back so her ass pushed out. I flipped her dress up, spread her cheeks, and dragged my tongue from her dripping pussy to her tight little asshole. She gasped.

"Luca! Oh fuck… yes, lick my ass."

I rimmed her eagerly, tasting her musky sweetness while I fingered her soaked cunt. Her juices ran down my wrist. When she started shaking, I stood, lined up my throbbing cock, and thrust in hard.

Her pussy clenched around me like a fist—hot, velvety, and so fucking wet. "Harder! Fuck me like you mean it!"

I pounded her from behind, hips slapping against that juicy Italian ass. The bar creaked under us. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She cried out, pushing back to meet every thrust.

"Fill me up, Luca. I want your cum deep inside this pussy."

I spun her around, lifted one of her legs onto a barstool, and slid back in face-to-face. Her tits bounced free from the dress as I fucked her standing. I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth, biting gently. Sophia’s nails raked down my back.

"I’m gonna come… don’t stop!"

Her walls fluttered, then squeezed me like a vice. She came hard, soaking my cock and the floor beneath us with her squirt. The sight pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her spasming pussy. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat slicking our skin.

After a long minute she kissed me slow and dirty, my softening dick still twitching inside her.

"Best negroni I’ve ever had," she whispered with a wicked smile.

I chuckled, brushing damp hair from her flushed face. "Stay the night. The lake looks even better at sunrise… and I’m nowhere near done with you."

She squeezed her inner muscles around me. "Good. Because this Italian girl always wants seconds."