Robe and Rain

The rain hammered the café windows like it wanted in, turning the little corner spot into a warm, glowing island. I’d been nursing my third coffee for an hour, eyes locked on Mia as she moved between tables in that short black dress that hugged her ass. She was the only waitress tonight, and the way her hips swayed made my cock twitch every time she bent over. Tension crackled between us for weeks—stolen glances, flirty banter—but tonight the storm had emptied the place, leaving just us and the low hum of jazz.

“Last customer and you’re still here, Jake,” Mia said, sliding into the booth across from me. Her dark hair was damp from the humidity, cheeks flushed. “You waiting for something special?”

I smirked, letting my gaze drop to the way her tits pressed against the thin fabric. “Maybe I am. You look like you could use a break from that uniform.”

She laughed softly, biting her lip. “Uniform’s killing me tonight. This dress is soaked through from the steam.” Her fingers toyed with the top button, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Boss is gone. Rain’s not letting up. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

My pulse kicked up. “That you should lose the dress and I should lose these jeans?”

Mia stood, locked the door with a click that echoed, then dimmed the lights until only the counter lamp glowed soft gold. She turned back, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Come here, regular boy. I’ve been wet for you longer than this damn rain.”

I was on her in seconds, hands sliding up her thighs as our mouths crashed together. She tasted like espresso and mint, tongue eager, moaning into me while I gripped her firm ass. “Fuck, Mia, you feel so good,” I growled against her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

She yanked my shirt open, nails scraping my chest. “Touch me. I need it now.” Her hand dove straight for my zipper, freeing my thick cock that sprang out heavy and leaking. “God, it’s bigger than I imagined. Look at that veiny dick.”

I spun her toward the counter, hiking her dress up over her hips. No panties—just smooth, shaved pussy already glistening. “You’ve been walking around like this all shift? Dirty little slut.” I slapped her ass, the sharp smack mixing with the rain’s roar, and she arched back with a gasp.

“Yes, fuck yes. Spank me harder while you finger that pussy.”

Two fingers slid into her tight heat instantly, her walls clenching wet and hot around them. She pushed back, grinding, her juices dripping down my wrist. “Deeper, Jake. Stretch me. I’ve been aching for this cock since you first sat in my section.”

I pumped faster, thumb circling her swollen clit until her legs shook. The counter creaked under her grip. “You’re so fucking soaked. This cunt’s begging to be filled.”

Mia looked over her shoulder, eyes wild. “Then fill it. Fuck me raw right here.”

I didn’t wait. Grabbing her hips, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy in one slick stroke. She cried out, the sound raw and needy. “Oh shit, it’s so thick… splitting me open. Harder!”

I pounded into her, balls slapping her clit with every brutal thrust. The wet squelch of her dripping cunt filled the café, mixing with our grunts and the storm outside. Her tits bounced free as I tugged the dress down, pinching her hard nipples while I railed her.

“Turn around,” I ordered, pulling out with a lewd pop. She spun, hopping up on the counter, legs spreading wide. I dove in again, this time face to face, her heels digging into my ass as I fucked her deep and slow, then fast and punishing. “Look at me while I wreck this pussy, Mia.”

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, head tipping back. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, please. Fill me with that hot cum.”

I felt her walls flutter, then clamp down hard as she squirted around my cock, juices soaking my thighs and the counter. The sight pushed me over. With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt until it overflowed, dripping in creamy strands.

We stayed locked like that, panting, foreheads pressed together as the rain eased to a patter. Mia smiled lazily, running a finger through the mess between her legs and sucking it clean. “Best closing time ever.”

But we weren’t done. She slipped off the counter, dress now a crumpled rag around her waist, and led me by my still-hard cock to the back room where spare robes hung for staff after late shifts. The soft white robe she grabbed smelled like fresh linen and her perfume. She shrugged it on, leaving it open at the front so her flushed tits and cum-smeared pussy peeked out.

“Theme of the night,” she teased, tugging the belt loose. “This robe’s coming off again, but first… you’re going to fuck me while I wear it. Like I’m your private little café fantasy.”

I pushed her against the wall, the robe’s fabric soft against my skin as I lifted one of her legs. My cock, slick with our combined juices, sank back into her creamy pussy. She moaned loud, the robe slipping off one shoulder, exposing more skin. “Yes, just like that. Pound me in this robe. Make it dirty.”

I fucked her standing, the belt dangling and brushing my balls with every thrust. She clawed at my back, whispering filthy things between kisses. “Deeper… breed that cunt again. I love feeling you throb inside me.”

We switched once more, her bending over a stack of clean tablecloths still wearing the open robe like a cape. I gripped the fabric at her waist, using it like reins to pull her back onto my dick. The slap of skin, her whimpers, the scent of sex and rain-soaked air—it all built until I came a second time, painting her insides white while she shuddered through another orgasm, pussy milking every drop.

Afterward she tied the robe loosely, cum trickling down her thigh, and kissed me slow. “Next time it rains, you better stay late again, Jake.”

I grinned, already hard at the thought. “Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”