Rainy Bachelor Tease

The downpour hammered the cafe windows like it wanted in, but all I could focus on was Elena’s thigh pressed tight against mine under the tiny corner table. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my knee, each pass sending heat straight to my cock. We’d ducked in here after my buddy’s chaotic bachelor party spilled into the street—cheap strippers, too much whiskey, and now this: my wife looking at me like she was the one who’d been dared to do something filthy.

“God, you’re soaked,” Elena whispered, brushing raindrops from my shirt collar. Her voice had that husky edge she only got when she was already wet. “That party got you all worked up, didn’t it? All those girls grinding on the groom while you sat there pretending not to stare.”

I swallowed hard. “Babe, it wasn’t like that. Just… loud. Stupid fun.” My hand slid under the table, finding the hem of her short black dress. The cafe was nearly empty, just a bored barista wiping cups at the far counter and rain drumming on the glass. Perfect cover.

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Liar. I can feel how hard you are already. You want to try something new tonight?” Her palm cupped my bulge through my damp jeans, squeezing just right. “Right here. While it’s pouring outside and nobody’s watching.”

私は息をのんだ。私たちは境界線を押し広げることについて話したことがあった——公共の場でのリスク、素早い汚いセックス——でも実際にやったことはなかった。独身パーティーの夜は、私に残った欲望をざわつかせていた。そしてエレナはそれを知っていた。「くそ…本気か？」と私は低い声でつぶやいた。

「大真面目よ。」彼女は私の耳たぶを甘噛みした。「手を上に滑らせて。あなたがあのダンサーたちを見てたことを考えたら、私がどれだけ濡れたか感じて。」

私はそうした。指を彼女のドレスの下へ滑り込ませ、ショーツのレースの縁を越えた。彼女の秘部は灼けるように熱く、すでに濡れそぼち、花びらは腫れて準備ができていた。私がゆっくりと円を描くようにクリトリスを擦ると、彼女は声を抑えるために唇を噛んだ。雨音が濡れた音を隠していたが、それでも彼女の腰はぴくぴくと動いた。

“Like that?” I asked, voice rough. “You’re dripping down my fingers, baby.”

「んん、そう」エレナは目をとろけさせた。「続けて。指を2本入れて……そう、その調子」私がゆっくり指を出し入れし、親指で彼女の腫れたクリトリスを弾くと、彼女の内壁が私の指をきつく締め付けた。テーブルがすべてを隠していたが、その危険性に私のペニスはジッパーに押し付けられて痛いほど脈打った。

She unzipped me with practiced stealth, her small hand wrapping around my thick shaft. Precum leaked over her thumb as she stroked from base to tip under the tablecloth. “So big and hard for me. I want this cock stretching my pussy right now.”

Heart hammering, I glanced around. The barista had disappeared into the back. Rain sheeted the windows, turning the world into a gray blur. Elena hiked her dress higher, swung one leg over my lap, and sank down in one smooth motion. My cock speared into her tight, soaked cunt, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin.

“Oh shit…” she gasped, forehead pressed to mine. “It’s so deep like this. Fuck me slow, baby. Make me feel every inch.”

私はドレスの下で彼女の肉感的なお尻を掴み、上下に動かした。彼女の腰が回るたびに、彼女のおっぱいが私の胸に柔らかく弾んだ。椅子がかすかにきしみ、彼女が私に乗っている間、彼女のまんこが私のチンポの周りで卑猥な水音を立てた。彼女の興奮の匂いが空気中のコーヒーの香りと混ざり合い、彼女の愛液が私の玉を濡らしていくのを感じた。

“Harder,” she breathed, nails digging into my shoulders. “Pound my pussy. I’m so close already.”

I thrust up harder, bouncing her on my lap. Her clit ground against my pubic bone every time I buried myself balls-deep. Elena’s breath hitched, turning into soft whimpers she tried to swallow. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, don’t you dare stop fucking me.”

Her walls fluttered, then clamped down hard. She buried her face in my neck as her orgasm hit, pussy gushing around my cock. The spasms milked me so perfectly I couldn’t hold back. With a low groan I shoved deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt.

We stayed locked together, panting, as the rain eased slightly. My spent cock twitched inside her, cum already starting to leak out around it onto my thighs.

Elena kissed me slow and deep, then smiled against my mouth. “That was way hotter than any bachelor party. Think we can make it home before round two?”

I chuckled, still buried in her warmth. “Only if you keep my cum inside you the whole way. No cleaning up.”

「取引成立ね」と彼女はささやき、最後にもう一度私の周りで膣を締め付けた。「でも次は独身パーティーであなたが挑戦される側よ…そして私が見てるから。」