After-Hours Verdict

The moment Elena slid into the booth across from me, the air in the empty restaurant thickened with raw want. Her dark eyes locked on mine, lips parted just enough to show the wet gleam of her tongue. She was my married neighbor, the sharp-tongued lawyer who’d spent the last year pretending our hallway glances meant nothing. Tonight, after her firm’s celebration dinner cleared out, she’d asked me to stay behind while the staff locked up.

“Mark, I’ve been wet since you walked in wearing that suit,” she whispered, leaning forward so her full tits strained against her silk blouse. “My husband’s out of town again. I don’t want to talk about ethics or contracts tonight.”

I swallowed hard, cock already thickening against my zipper. The place smelled of spilled wine and warm bread, dim lights casting long shadows over empty tables. Only the low hum of the cooler in the kitchen broke the silence. “Elena, you sure? Once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re dripping my cum.”

Her laugh was low and filthy. She kicked off one heel under the table, letting her stockinged foot slide up my calf. “That’s exactly what I want, counselor. Fuck the rules. I’ve watched you for months. Now I need that thick dick stretching my married pussy.”

I didn’t wait. I stood, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the long leather bench near the bar. Her tight pencil skirt rode up as she backed against the table edge. In seconds my mouth crashed into hers—hot, desperate, tongues sliding slick and deep. She moaned into the kiss, fingers yanking my belt open with practiced hunger.

“God, you’re so hard already,” she panted, palming the heavy bulge in my pants. “Show me. I want to see how much bigger you are than my husband.”

I freed my cock, thick and veined, the head already glistening. Elena’s eyes widened with greedy delight. She dropped to her knees right there on the restaurant floor, skirt hiking higher to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-highs. Her manicured fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow and firm.

“Fuck, it’s beautiful,” she murmured, breath hot against my skin. “So much thicker… I’m going to choke on it.”

She opened wide and took me deep in one smooth glide, lips stretching obscenely around my girth. The wet heat of her throat squeezed me as she bobbed, gagging softly when I hit the back. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her blouse. I gripped her dark hair, guiding her faster, the obscene slurping sounds echoing off the empty tables.

“Shit, Elena… your mouth feels illegal,” I groaned. “Suck that cock like the slutty neighbor you are.”

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing dick. “I am a slut for you. Bend me over that table and fuck me raw. I need it now.”

I spun her around, shoving her chest down onto the polished wood. Her ass popped up as I yanked the skirt to her waist. No panties—just a bare, glistening pussy already leaking down her thighs. I slapped her firm ass hard, watching the cheek jiggle.

“Jesus, you’re soaked,” I growled, rubbing my fat cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her swollen clit. “This married cunt is begging for stranger dick.”

“Stop teasing and give it to me,” she begged, pushing back. “Fuck me like you own me, Mark. Make me cum all over your cock.”

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one brutal stroke. Her tight walls clenched around me, hot and silky. Elena cried out, nails scraping the table. “Oh fuck! So deep… you’re splitting me open!”

I started pounding her fast, hips slapping loudly against her juicy ass. The wet squelch of her pussy filled the restaurant with every thrust. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles while I railed her.

“Yes, right there—don’t stop!” she moaned, voice breaking. “Harder! I want to feel you for days!”

I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the loss. Flipping her onto her back on the table, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slammed back inside. This angle let me watch her face twist in pleasure, tits bouncing free as I ripped her blouse open. Her nipples were dark and hard; I pinched them roughly while drilling her soaked hole.

“Cum on my cock, Elena. Let me feel that married pussy squeeze me.”

Her eyes rolled back, body seizing. “I’m cumming—fuck, I’m cumming so hard!” Her walls fluttered wildly, juices squirting around my pistoning dick, soaking my balls and the table beneath her. The sight pushed me over.

I fucked her through it, then buried myself to the hilt. “Take it all, you beautiful slut.” Thick ropes of cum erupted inside her, flooding her spasming cunt until it leaked out around my shaft. I kept grinding, drawing out every pulse.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. She smiled lazily, fingers tracing my jaw.

“Best closing argument I’ve had in years,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Next time my husband’s away, my office after hours?”

I kissed her swollen lips, cock twitching inside her again. “Only if you wear the heels. And nothing else.”

She laughed, clenching around me. “Deal, neighbor.”