Risky After Hours

The restaurant had been closed for twenty minutes, but the air still crackled with heat. I locked the front door and turned to see Lisa, my married neighbor, leaning against the bar in that tight black dress that hugged every curve of her ass. Her husband was out of town again. The way her eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger, made my cock twitch instantly. Tension had been building between us for months—stolen glances over the fence, flirty texts that never quite crossed the line until tonight.

"Mark, you sure no one can see in?" she whispered, her voice husky as she glanced at the big front windows that faced the quiet street.

I stepped closer, my hands already sliding up her thighs, pushing the dress higher. "Blinds are down halfway. If someone walks by, they'll get a show. That what you want, Lisa? To be watched while I fuck you?"

Her breath hitched. She bit her lip, nodding slowly. "God, yes. I've been thinking about this every time I see you mowing the lawn shirtless. Make it dirty. I need it."

That was all it took. I spun her around, bending her over the nearest table. Plates clattered as I yanked her dress up to her waist, revealing her bare, juicy ass—no panties. Her pussy was already glistening, shaved smooth and swollen. I dropped to my knees, spreading her cheeks wide.

"Fuck, you're soaked," I growled, burying my face between her thighs. My tongue dragged up her slit, circling her clit hard while two fingers plunged into her tight cunt.

"Oh shit, Mark... right there," she moaned, pushing back against my mouth. Her juices coated my chin, the wet sounds echoing in the empty dining room. "Lick my pussy like that. Deeper."

I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it fast, feeling her legs tremble. She was grinding on my face now, whispering filthy things.

"Don't stop... I'm gonna cum already. Fuck, your tongue feels so good."

Her first orgasm hit fast—she cried out, pussy clenching around my fingers as she squirted a little, dripping down my wrist onto the floor. I stood up, unzipping my pants. My thick cock sprang free, rock hard and leaking precum.

"Turn around. I want you to watch the street while I fuck you," I ordered.

Lisa spun, eyes wide with lust and nerves as she perched on the table edge, legs spread. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

"Put it in me," she begged, grabbing my shirt. "Fill my married pussy. I don't care if someone sees."

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her walls gripped me like a vice, hot and dripping. "So fucking tight. Your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?"

"No... oh god, you're bigger," she gasped as I started pounding her. The table creaked under us. I gripped her hips, slamming deep, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Her tits bounced free from the low neckline—I leaned down, sucking one nipple hard while I fucked her.

Through the half-closed blinds, headlights passed outside. A couple walked by on the sidewalk, laughing. Lisa's eyes locked on them, her pussy fluttering around my cock.

"They're right there... they could look in any second," she panted, voice breaking into a moan. "It makes me so wet. Harder, Mark. Fuck me like you own this cunt."

I pulled out, flipping her onto all fours on the table so she faced the window directly. Her ass up high, back arched. I spanked her firm cheeks, leaving red marks, then drove back in from behind. The new angle hit her G-spot perfectly—she started babbling.

"Yes, yes, pound my pussy! I'm such a slut for this... exposing myself like this."

My hand reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles while I railed her. Sweat slicked our skin, the smell of sex thick in the air. Her second orgasm built fast, her moans getting louder, riskier.

"I'm cumming again—fuck, don't stop!"

She clenched hard, squirting around my cock this time, soaking the table and my thighs. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release. The danger of the open windows, the thrill of possibly being caught, pushed us both over the edge.

"Pull out and cum on my tits," she gasped suddenly, turning around on her knees.

I stroked my slick cock furiously as she pushed her breasts together, tongue out. The first thick rope of cum shot across her chest, painting her nipples white. More followed, landing on her neck and lips. She licked what she could reach, eyes half-lidded in bliss.

"Look at me covered in your cum... in the middle of the restaurant," she murmured with a wicked smile, rubbing it into her skin.

We cleaned up slowly, hearts still racing, exchanging breathless laughs and kisses. As I walked her to the back door, she squeezed my hand.

"Next time, maybe we leave the blinds up a little higher."

I grinned. The tension between us was only just beginning.