The Terrace of Desires

The evening sun was still warming the wooden planks of the summer terrace at Café Lemon when I, Lena the waitress, caught the gaze of Alex, a regular customer, once again. He sat at the corner table, as always in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, smiling in a way that made everything inside me tighten. For a month now, I'd been dreaming that he wouldn't just order coffee with cognac, but would take me right here, in full view of the sparse patrons. But I kept quiet. Until tonight.

"Lena, you look especially delicious today," he said as I approached with the menu. His fingers seemed to accidentally slide across my palm as he took the card. "Or is it just that I haven't fucked in way too long?"

I laughed, feeling my cheeks burn.

"Maybe both. Cognac, as usual?"

"And you on the side," he winked. "Seriously, Lena. I see how you look at me. Those eyes of yours... they practically undress me."

My heart started pounding. The terrace was almost empty—just a couple in love in the far corner and a breeze rustling the paper napkins. I leaned closer, as if adjusting his glass, and whispered:

"And what if I'm not just looking? What if I've been imagining you fucking me on this table for a month?"

Alex exhaled, his eyes darkening.

"Fuck, Lena... Are you serious? Right now?"

"Right now," I smiled playfully. "Only if you don't mind us being seen. I don't mind, by the way. I'm already wet."

He stood up, took my hand, and led me to the very edge of the terrace, where behind a hedge of arborvitae we were almost invisible from the street. There stood a wide wooden table for large parties, currently empty. Alex pressed me against it with my back to him, his hard cock immediately pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt.

"You do realize that after this, we're no longer just a waitress and a customer?" he growled in my ear, lifting my short black skirt.

"I know. And I want it. Fuck me, Alex. I've been ready for a long time."

His palm slid between my legs, his fingers immediately finding my wet slit without panties. I had deliberately taken them off in the back room ten minutes ago.

"Oh, you slut, you're so wet..." he laughed low, aroused. "You've been dripping for me all shift?"

"Yes..." I arched as two of his fingers entered my pussy. "Imagining you fucking me out here, in the fresh air."

Alex unbuckled his belt. I heard the familiar sound of a zipper and immediately felt a hot, thick cock pressing between my ass cheeks. He ran the head along my wet slit, teasing my clit, and I moaned, gripping the edge of the table.

"Then hold on, gorgeous."

He entered with one powerful thrust, stretching me to a pleasant pain. I gasped, my legs trembling. The terrace was open, the breeze cooling my bare thighs, and somewhere beyond the hedge, the voices of occasional passersby could be heard. It made everything sharper.

"Fuck, Lena, your pussy is so tight..." he began fucking me with deep, confident thrusts, holding me by the hips. Each time his balls slapped against my wet skin.

"Louder, Alex... I want them to hear," I breathed, pushing back. My tits spilled out of my neckline and bounced in time with his movements.

He laughed, slapping my firm ass.

"You're a real swinger at heart, aren't you? You want everyone to know how you're getting fucked?"

"Yes... More! Deeper!"

Alex suddenly pulled out, turned me to face him, and sat me on the table. My legs wrapped around his waist on their own. Now we were looking into each other's eyes. He entered again, even deeper, and began furiously pounding my pussy, his fingers teasing my swollen clit.

"Come for me, Lena. I want to feel you squeeze my cock."

I bit my lip, my breathing ragged. His movements became faster, harder. The smell of his sweat, cognac, and my arousal mixed in the air. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, and whispered right against his lips:

"I'm about to... Alex, I'm coming... Oh, fuck!"

Orgasm washed over me in a wave. My pussy began pulsing hard around his thick cock, I went limp, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm until he himself growled:

"Me too... Where?"

"In me! Come in my pussy, fill me with your cum!"

He slammed into me one last time and froze. Hot streams of cum shot deep inside, filling me to the brim. I felt it leaking out of me onto the wooden table as he slowly thrust in and out a few more times, prolonging the pleasure.

We froze, breathing heavily. His forehead pressed against mine. From below, from the street, someone whistled—apparently, they had seen us after all.

Alex laughed quietly.

"Looks like we've got an audience."

I smiled, still feeling his cock twitching inside me.

"Let them watch. The main thing is you finally fucked me. And, by the way, I'm not done with my shift yet. It ends in an hour. Maybe we can continue at your place? With your wife too... She's a swinger as well, from what I've heard?"

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes lighting up with new interest.

"Are you serious? You want to join us?"

"Why not?" I kissed him on the lips, feeling a new wave of arousal rising in my lower belly. "I've been dreaming of a real swinger adventure for a long time. And it started right here, at your favorite table."

He slowly pulled out of me, cum running down my thighs. Alex carefully straightened my skirt, kissed my neck, and whispered:

"Then I'll be waiting for you by the car in an hour. And get ready, Lena. You definitely won't be getting much sleep tonight."

I adjusted my neckline, feeling a pleasant heaviness between my legs, and went to serve a new table, smiling to myself. The evening was just beginning.