Terrace Inspection

The heat clung to my skin like wet silk. I was standing on the summer terrace of the villa, where the tourists usually gathered after their afternoon dives, watching her walk toward me. Her name was Lena. Tall, sun-kissed, with damp hair from a recent shower that she'd carelessly pulled back into a ponytail. A short white dress barely covered her thighs, and the thin straps kept slipping off her shoulders.

"So, instructor," she said in a low voice, stopping half a meter away, "you promised me a 'private inspection.' Remember?"

Her eyes sparkled. I felt my shorts getting tight immediately.

"I remember," I replied, stepping closer. My fingers found her waist on their own. "But we agreed: this doesn't mean anything. Just... releasing some tension after the dive."

"Doesn't mean anything," she repeated, biting her lip slightly. Her gaze slid down, over my bare torso and shorts. "Then why are you already hard?"

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I pulled her against me. The terrace was empty—everyone had gone on the evening cruise. Only a light breeze stirred the curtains, and somewhere below, the sea rumbled. My palms slid under the hem of her dress and immediately found smooth, hot skin. Lena let out a soft breath as my fingers traced up the inside of her thigh.

"Here? Right now?" she whispered, but she was already unbuttoning my shirt, the one I hadn't bothered to put on after my shower.

"Here," I answered, pressing her back against the wide wooden table. "Spread your legs, Lena."

She obediently sat on the edge of the table, the dress riding up to her waist. Nothing underneath. Smooth, already slick pussy glistening in the sunset light. I ran my fingers along her outer lips, parted them, and saw her clit swollen and peeking out.

"Fuck... you're already dripping," I breathed, dropping to my knees.

"Because I've been thinking all day about how you'd... inspect me," she confessed in a shaky voice. "Come on... don't drag it out."

I pressed my face to her crotch. My tongue slowly traced the entire length of her slit, gathered the salty wetness, and returned to her clit. Lena grabbed my hair and let out a soft moan.

"Oh... yeah... like that... deeper," she breathed. "Your tongue... yes... right there."

I pushed my tongue inside her, feeling the walls of her cunt clench. At the same time, two fingers slid in easily. She was incredibly hot and wet. I started slowly fucking her with my fingers, curling them inside, while my lips sealed around her clit and I began to suck. Lena arched her back, her heels digging into my spine.

"More... harder..." she moaned, her voice barely under control. "I want your cock... now..."

I stood up. My shorts hit the floor. My thick, veiny cock stood at full attention, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Lena stared at it with hungry eyes.

"Ride me," I said, settling into the wide woven chair.

She didn't need to be told twice. She swung a leg over, straddled me, and slowly lowered herself. I sank into her to the hilt. Her pussy gripped me in a hot, wet ring. Lena paused, adjusting to the size, then began to move slowly.

"He's so big..." she whispered, looking into my eyes. "I can feel the head pressing... right against my cervix..."

I grabbed her firm ass and started helping, lifting and lowering her. The pace quickened. The sound of her wet pussy slapping against my thighs echoed across the terrace. Lena pressed her chest against my face. I caught her nipple between my lips, sucked hard, then bit down. She cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck me... harder..." she growled, speeding up. "I want to come on your cock..."

I stood up without pulling out, spun her around, and bent her over the table, her hands bracing against it. Now I was pounding her from behind, hard and deep. Every thrust made her moan louder. I slapped her firm ass, then again. Lena arched her back, offering herself.

"Yes... slap me... I'm yours tonight..." she breathed.

My fingers found her clit and started rubbing fast. I could feel everything inside her tightening.

"I'm... fuck... coming!" she nearly screamed.

Her body shook. Her pussy began to pulse violently, squeezing around me. I didn't stop, kept pounding her through her orgasm. Her moans turned into short, breathless sobs.

When she caught her breath a little, I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices, and turned Lena to face me. She dropped to her knees immediately, grabbed the base, and swallowed me greedily. Her hot mouth, her tongue licking the head—she sucked like she wanted to drain my soul.

"Come in my mouth..." she murmured, pulling off for a second. "I want to taste your cum..."

I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. She didn't resist, just opened her throat deeper. Within a minute, I felt my balls draw up.

"Here it comes..." I exhaled.

The first powerful blast of cum shot straight down her throat. Lena moaned, keeping the cock in her mouth, and started swallowing. I came for a long time, filling her mouth with thick, hot semen. Some of it ran down her chin. When I finally pulled out, she licked her lips, looked up at me, and smiled.

"That... really means nothing?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

I ran my finger along her wet chin, gathered a drop of cum, and pushed it into her mouth.

"Absolutely nothing," I replied. "Until the next 'inspection.'"