Atrapados en la oscuridad

The restaurant was half-dark, the last of the overhead lights just switched off, and I stood by the bar, unable to take my eyes off him. Serge, my neighbor — the man I'd secretly wanted for two years, ever since my husband died. His palm accidentally brushed my waist as he helped me clear the last table, and a hot shiver ran through me.

"You look especially beautiful tonight, Olga," he said quietly, not moving his hand. His fingers tightened slightly on the fabric of my black dress. "Or maybe I've just been noticing too long?"

I turned to face him. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could hear it. The air smelled of stale wine, fresh bread, and his cologne — warm, masculine.

"Maybe you have," I breathed, looking him straight in the eye. "I've been watching too. Just never said anything. But tonight, after closing... when it's just us..."

He stepped closer. His chest was almost touching mine. In the faint glow of the emergency light, his pupils were blown wide.

"So that's why I volunteered to help you close up tonight," he said with a half-smile. "Thought it was just being neighborly. But now..."

I didn't let him finish. I rose on my toes and kissed him — hungry, tongue immediately. He responded instantly, grabbing my ass and pulling me against him so hard I could feel his cock already hardening through his slacks.

"God, Olga... you're burning up," he whispered against my lips, sliding his hand under the hem of my dress. His fingers found the edge of my panties and slipped lower. "Already wet... You really wanted this that long?"

"Yes..." I gasped as his finger slid into my slit. "Every night I imagined you fucking me. Especially after I saw you in the shower through the window..."

He spun me around abruptly, bending me over the bar. The cold marble shocked my breasts through the thin fabric. I heard him unbuckling his belt.

"Then let's not waste time," Serge said hoarsely. "I'm going to slide into you now. Deep. Just like you dreamed."

He hiked my dress up to my waist, pushed my panties aside, and thrust into my wet pussy in one stroke. I moaned loudly. His thick cock stretched me so deliciously my legs started shaking immediately.

"Oh... you're so big..." I whispered, gripping the edge of the bar.

He started moving — slow at first, letting me adjust, then faster. The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the empty room. Every thrust ground my nipples against the cold stone.

"Quiet, neighbor... someone might come back," he teased, even as he sped up. "Though I like it when you moan. Louder. Show me how much you love my cock in your pussy."

I bit my lip, but couldn't hold back — a loud moan escaped when he slammed in especially deep. His hand slid around and started rubbing my clit in fast circles. The wave of pleasure hit me so suddenly I almost came.

"Wait... I want to look at you," I gasped.

He pulled out, turned me to face him, and lifted me easily onto the bar. My legs wrapped around his hips on their own. Now we were looking into each other's eyes. Serge entered me again — slow, all the way to the hilt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him while he fucked me with deep, confident strokes.

"I imagined it just like this so many times..." I whispered between kisses. "You inside me... in the restaurant... after closing... when no one knows."

"Now we know," he replied, biting my earlobe. "And I'm going to come inside you. You want that?"

"Yes... please..." I was already trembling. "Come in me, Serge. Fill me with your cum."

His movements turned rougher. The bar creaked slightly beneath us. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, my walls clenching around him. Orgasm hit me first — I arched my back, dug my nails into his back, and screamed without holding back. My pussy pulsed hard, coating his cock with slick.

Serge growled, drove in with a few more powerful thrusts, and froze deep inside. Hot spurts of cum shot into me one after another. He held me so tight it was like he was afraid I'd disappear.

We stood there for a long time, breathing hard. His cock slowly slid out of me, and I felt his cum trickling down my inner thigh.

"Now it's our secret," he said quietly, kissing my damp temple. "Though... honestly, I wouldn't mind if someone caught us. The important thing is you finally stopped staying silent."

I smiled, still trembling with pleasure, and ran my fingers over his sweat-slicked chest.

"Then next time we'll leave the door unlocked... Let them catch us."

"Deal, neighbor."