最後の電話

The restaurant was dim, the overhead lights already killed, leaving only the low amber glow of the sconces above the bar. That's when I caught Marina's eye. Her gaze was glassy from the wine, and her fingers brushed my wrist—casually, like an accident—when she set her glass down. The heat hit me instantly, sharp and electric, like a switch flipping red in my brain.

"So, neighbor," she purred, leaning in just enough that I caught the scent of her perfume, "you didn't really think this night was gonna end with a handshake, did you? I was just gonna have a drink and head home..."

"And I thought you were just giving me a ride to the bus stop," I said, grinning. My hand found her knee under the table, the thin fabric of her dress already warm to the touch. "Now here I am, picturing exactly how you sound when you moan."

Marina let out a soft laugh but didn't pull away. She was in her early forties, widowed two years ago, and I was her neighbor from down the hall—the one she always called "the reliable guy." Tonight, the reliable guy was about to fuck her right here on this table.

"Jesus, Sergei... you're always this direct?" She bit her lip as my fingers crept higher, sliding under her dress, brushing the edge of her panties. "This is a restaurant... even if it's closed."

"The owner left half an hour ago and told us to finish the bottle. Nobody's coming till morning." I leaned in, my mouth at her ear. "And you're already soaked. I can feel it."

She exhaled, spreading her thighs just a little wider. My fingers slipped beneath the lace and found her—hot, slick, ready. Marina gasped, soft and breathy.

"Fuck... Sergei... you're serious? Right now?"

"Right now." I dragged a finger slowly up her clit, and her whole body shuddered. "Take off your panties."

She stood, glanced around the empty room, and with a girlish giggle, peeled off the black lace. She tossed them onto my lap.

"Here, you pervert. Your turn."

I unbuckled my belt, pulled out my cock—already rock hard, straining. Marina wet her lips, her eyes locking onto it with obvious hunger.

"Jesus... neighbor, you've been hiding some serious treasure. Get over here."

She perched on the edge of the table, hitching her dress up to her waist. I stepped between her legs, dragged the head of my cock through her wet slit, and slammed in. Marina moaned loud, digging her nails into my shoulders.

"Ohhh... yeah... deeper, Sergei... fuck me harder."

I started moving—slow at first, savoring the way her hot, tight cunt gripped me, then faster. The table creaked, the wine bottle wobbling dangerously. Marina wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in.

"More... just like that... fuck, that's so good... I haven't been properly fucked in two years..."

"You will be now." I grabbed her ass, driving my cock in balls-deep. The wet slap of skin echoed through the empty room. "Every time you want it. I'll come to your door at night and fuck you anywhere."

She laughed through her moans, then suddenly clenched around me.

"Wait... I want to ride. I want to be on top."

We switched. I dropped into a chair, and she climbed onto my lap, face to face. She sank down slowly, impaling herself on my slick, glistening cock. Her tits swayed right in front of my face, and I caught a nipple between my lips, sucking hard.

"Aaah... yes... suck me harder..." She started bouncing, her firm ass slapping against my thighs. "I'm gonna come... Sergei, don't stop..."

I gripped her hips and thrust up from below, pounding into her with fast, brutal strokes. Her pussy was so wet it was dripping down my balls. Marina arched back, eyes squeezed shut, and screamed:

"I'm coming! Fuck... yes!"

Her body convulsed, her cunt clamping down hard around my cock, and I felt her hot juices flood over me. That was it. I growled, pulled her tight against me, and came—hot ropes of cum blasting deep inside her, filling her to the brim. We both shook, panting, tangled together.

When the wave finally passed, Marina pressed her forehead to mine and laughed softly.

"Well... now I definitely need a shower. And I think we missed the bus."

"What bus?" I kissed her. "I'll get you a cab. Then... your place or mine?"

She smiled slyly, still sitting on my cock as it softened inside her.

"Mine. And bring the wine. I think the night's just getting started."

"Yes, ma'am."

We both laughed. The empty restaurant smelled of wine, sex, and something new—something that had just sparked between us.