Reencuentro a altas horas de la noche

"God, your ass still looks incredible in that dress," Mark whispered the second our eyes locked across the hotel bar.

The tension hit me like a wave. We'd been high-school classmates, nothing more than flirty glances back then, but ten years later at this seaside resort the air crackled. The Mediterranean breeze carried salt and distant music through the open terrace doors. I was here alone for a work conference; he was escaping a messy divorce. Two minutes of small talk and we were already slipping away from the crowd.

We barely made it to my room on the third floor. The door clicked shut behind us, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound besides our quick breaths.

"I've wanted to bend you over since prom," he growled, hands already sliding down my back to cup my ass. His palms felt hot through the thin fabric.

"Mark... fuck, don't tease." I pressed back against him, feeling the thick ridge of his cock strain against his pants. The room smelled of ocean air and the faint coconut of my sunscreen. He spun me toward the balcony doors, the sheer curtains stirring in the night wind.

He hiked my dress up roughly, exposing my bare cheeks. No panties tonight. His fingers dug in, spreading me open while the distant crash of waves filtered through the glass.

"Look at this juicy ass," he murmured, voice low so the neighboring rooms wouldn't hear. "Still perfect. I bet it's even tighter now."

I bit my lip to stay quiet as one thick finger circled my anus, then pushed inside. The stretch burned sweetly. My pussy clenched in response, already dripping down my thighs.

"Mark... oh shit, yes," I gasped, barely above a whisper. The sound of the sea helped mask us, but every wet squelch of his finger felt dangerously loud in the quiet room.

He added a second finger, scissoring gently, opening me while his other hand reached around to rub my swollen clit. My knees trembled. The cool glass of the balcony door fogged under my palms.

"Want my cock in this ass, don't you?" he breathed against my ear, the words hot and filthy.

"Yes. Put it in me. Now."

He pulled his fingers free with a soft pop, then I heard his belt, the rustle of fabric. His heavy cock slapped against my cheek. Thick, veined, already leaking. He rubbed the fat head up and down my crack, teasing my tight hole until I was pushing back desperately.

The first push made me moan into my arm. He sank in slowly, inch by inch, the burn intense and perfect. My ass stretched around his girth, every ridge dragging inside me. The hotel walls were thin; I could hear a TV murmuring next door, forcing us both to stay almost silent.

"Fuck... so tight," he hissed through clenched teeth. Once fully buried, balls pressed to my pussy, he paused, letting me adjust. The fullness made my clit throb.

Then he started moving. Slow at first, deep strokes that made my ass ripple with each thrust. The wet sounds of lube and skin were obscene in the dark room. He picked up rhythm, hips slapping quietly against my cheeks, the smack barely louder than the waves outside.

"Harder," I whispered, voice shaking. "Fuck my ass harder, Mark."

He gripped my hips and gave it to me, pounding in a steady, relentless pace. My tits bounced inside my dress. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. He changed angle, hitting that spot that made my toes curl, and I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry.

We moved to the bed without pulling out. He laid me on my side, spooned tight behind me, one leg hooked over his arm. This position let him grind deep, cock stirring inside my ass in lazy, filthy circles before he sped up again. The sheets tangled around us, damp with sweat. Every thrust made the headboard tap the wall softly; we both froze for a second, listening, then grinned and kept going.

"God, your ass is swallowing me," he panted, voice husky. "Feels so fucking good."

My orgasm hit first, sudden and sharp. My pussy gushed, clit untouched, while my asshole clenched rhythmically around his pistoning cock. The spasms milked him hard. He buried his face in my neck to stifle his groan as he came, flooding my ass with hot, thick spurts. I felt every pulse, every jet painting my insides.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. He softened slowly inside me, the warm trickle of his cum leaking out when he finally eased free. The ocean hummed steadily beyond the balcony.

He pulled the sheet over us, spooning me again, softer now. His hand stroked lazy circles over my hip, thumb brushing the curve of my ass.

"Ten years and I still can't get enough of you," he whispered, lips against my ear. "That ass... it's dangerous."

I smiled in the dark, pressing back against his softening cock. "Stay the night. We can be quiet again in the morning."

His low chuckle vibrated against my back. "Deal. But next time I'm tasting it first."

The waves rolled in, covering our quiet laughter as we drifted, bodies sticky and satisfied, the hotel night wrapping around us like a secret.