Rainy Afternoon Craving

The first fat raindrops smacked the café windows just as I locked eyes with her across the empty tables. Sarah, our usual waitress, had that half-smile playing on her lips again, the one that always made my cock twitch under the booth. Tension crackled between us like the storm outside, thick and electric. The little corner café was dead on this gray Tuesday afternoon; only the hiss of rain and the low hum of the espresso machine filled the air.

"Hey, Mark. Same as always?" Sarah asked, sliding up to my table with that sway in her hips that hugged her short black skirt. Her white blouse was unbuttoned one notch lower than usual, hinting at the soft swell of her tits. She smelled like vanilla and fresh coffee, and her dark ponytail swung as she leaned in close.

"Yeah, the usual," I replied, my voice a little rough. "But make it quick. Looks like we're the only ones dumb enough to be out in this shit."

She laughed softly, her green eyes flicking down to where my hand rested near my lap. "Or maybe we're the only smart ones. Place is all ours today." Her fingers brushed mine as she took the menu I didn't need. That touch lingered a second too long, sending heat straight to my groin.

I watched her walk away, that juicy ass flexing under the tight fabric. My pulse kicked up. We'd been flirting for weeks—stolen glances, dirty little jokes—but today the rain seemed to strip away the bullshit. When she returned with my coffee, her cheeks were flushed.

"Here you go, hot and strong... just how you like it." She set the mug down, but instead of leaving, she slid into the booth across from me. "Boss went home early. Said the storm would keep everyone away."

My cock was already half-hard. "That so? Then what are you still doing here, Sarah?"

She bit her lower lip, eyes darkening. "Waiting for you to finally do something about this... tension." Her foot slipped out of her flat and rubbed slowly up my calf under the table. "I've been wet for you since you walked in."

The explicit heat hit fast. I reached across, grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her toward me. "Then get over here." She didn't hesitate. Sarah climbed over the booth seat, straddling my lap right there in the dimly lit corner, her skirt riding up her thighs. Our mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding hot and wet. She tasted like mint and pure want.

"Fuck, Mark... I've wanted this so bad," she whispered against my lips, grinding her pussy down on the bulge in my jeans. The rain pounded harder on the glass, masking her soft moans. I slid my hands under her skirt, finding her panties already soaked through. I pushed them aside, fingers tracing her slick folds.

"You're dripping, baby," I growled low, circling her swollen clit with my thumb. She gasped, hips bucking.

"Yes... touch me. Harder." Sarah's breath hitched as I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy, pumping slow and deep. Her inner walls clenched around me, hot and silky. She reached down, fumbling with my zipper, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, the head already leaking precum.

Her eyes widened with lust. "God, it's bigger than I imagined." She wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip, spreading the wetness. The café smelled of rain, coffee, and her arousal now.

I yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering. Her full tits spilled out, nipples hard and pink. I sucked one into my mouth, biting gently while my fingers kept fucking her pussy. She arched, grinding faster on my hand.

"Oh shit... just like that. Don't stop." Her voice was breathy, needy. I added a third finger, stretching her, feeling her juices coat my palm. The wet sounds mixed with the storm.

Sarah lifted up, positioning my cock at her entrance. "I need you inside me. Now." She sank down slowly, her tight pussy swallowing every inch of my dick. We both groaned loud. She was so fucking wet and hot, gripping me like a velvet fist.

"Fuck, Sarah... your pussy feels incredible." I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them as she started riding me. Up and down, her tits bouncing in my face. The booth creaked under us. I thrust up hard to meet her, pounding deep into her core.

She leaned forward, biting my neck. "Harder, Mark. Fuck my pussy like you mean it." Her words pushed me over. I flipped her suddenly, bending her over the table. Her tits pressed against the cool wood, ass up, skirt bunched at her waist. I slammed back into her from behind, the new angle letting me hit even deeper.

The rain drummed louder as I fucked her rough, skin slapping skin. Her moans turned into cries. "Yes! Right there... I'm gonna cum!"

I reached around, rubbing her clit fast while my cock drove in and out. Her pussy fluttered, then clenched hard as she came, squirting a little down my balls. The sensation milked me relentlessly.

"Fill me up," she begged, pushing back. "I want your cum deep inside."

With a final deep thrust, I exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum into her pulsing pussy. We stayed locked like that, panting, sweat mixing with the humid air.

After a moment, I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip down her thighs. Sarah turned, kissing me soft and lazy. "That was... way better than the usual coffee."

I grinned, zipping up as the rain began to ease. "Same time tomorrow?"

She winked, straightening her clothes. "Only if the forecast calls for more storms."

CATEGORIES: [Erotica, In the Store, Wet Pussy, Passionate Sex, Just the Two of Us]