Seda y Sumisión

The moment I locked the restaurant door behind the last customer, the air thickened. Lena stood by the dimly lit bar in her loose white robe, the thin silk clinging to her sweat-damp skin from the evening yoga class she'd just taught in the empty dining room. Her dark eyes locked on mine, full of that quiet hunger we'd been circling for weeks.

"I shouldn't have stayed after class," she said, voice low and teasing as she traced a finger along the robe's neckline. "But your eyes on me during downward dog... made me wet, Mark."

I crossed the room in three strides, the scent of her lavender oil mixing with the faint garlic and wine from dinner service. My hands found her waist, pulling her close. "Then why wear this fucking robe if you want me to stop looking?"

She laughed softly, a breathy sound that went straight to my cock. "Because I knew you'd want to take it off."

Her fingers worked my shirt buttons first, popping them open one by one while I tugged at the silk tie of her robe. The fabric whispered apart, revealing her bare tits, nipples already tight and dark. No bra, no panties—just smooth, toned skin from years of teaching yoga. I groaned, palming one breast as the robe slipped off one shoulder.

"God, you're beautiful," I muttered, bending to suck her nipple into my mouth. She arched with a sharp gasp, her hands fisting in my hair.

"Harder, Mark. Don't be gentle tonight."

I pushed her back against the polished oak bar, the robe now hanging open like a curtain. My fingers slid between her thighs, finding her pussy already slick and swollen. Two fingers sank inside her easily, curling against that spot that made her hips jerk.

"Fuck... yes, like that," she panted, grinding down on my hand. Her robe's sleeves tangled around her elbows as she reached for my belt, yanking it open. My cock sprang free, thick and aching. She stroked me roughly, thumb circling the head where pre-cum beaded.

I spun her around suddenly, bending her over the bar stool. The robe pooled at her waist now, framing her firm ass perfectly. I spread her cheeks, rubbing my cock along her wet slit before thrusting in deep in one stroke. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight.

"Oh shit... you're so big," Lena moaned, pushing back to take every inch. I gripped the silk robe like reins, using it to pull her onto my dick harder. The wet slap of skin filled the quiet restaurant, her juices coating my balls.

I fucked her fast at first, bold thrusts that made the stool creak. Then I slowed, grinding deep, letting her feel every ridge. "Feel that? This pussy was made for my cock."

"Yes... don't stop. Fill me up." Her voice cracked as I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. The robe's belt had come loose completely; I used the silk strip to lightly bind her wrists behind her back for a moment, just enough to heighten the thrill before releasing them.

She came first, shuddering hard, her walls pulsing around me in waves. "I'm... coming! Fuck!"

I pulled out, flipped her to face me, and lifted her onto the bar. The robe fell completely open beneath her like spilled cream. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back in, slower now, savoring the slick heat. We rocked together, my mouth on her neck, tasting salt and perfume.

Her second orgasm hit as I pinched her nipples, her cries echoing off the empty tables. I couldn't hold back anymore. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and came, pumping thick ropes of cum into her spasming pussy.

After, the world felt softer. I stayed inside her, softening slowly, while she traced lazy circles on my back. The robe lay crumpled beneath us, warm from our bodies.

"Stay with me tonight?" I whispered against her damp hair, kissing her temple.

Lena smiled, nuzzling closer, her voice a sleepy murmur. "Only if I get to wear the robe again tomorrow... and you take it off even slower next time."

We laughed quietly in the dark restaurant, the silk still tangled around her thigh like a promise.