After-Hours Table

The low hum of the air conditioner barely covered the sound of my heart hammering as I locked the studio door behind the last client. Mia stood by the massage table in her tight black uniform, the one that hugged her round ass and made her tits strain against the buttons. Her dark eyes locked on mine, that wicked little smile playing on her lips.

"You sure about this, Jake?" she whispered, voice already husky. "We've never done it here. What if someone comes back?"

I crossed the room in two strides, hands sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. "That's the point. New rule tonight—no holding back. I want to fuck you right on this table where you work on everyone else."

Her breath hitched. She grabbed my shirt and yanked me closer. "Then stop talking and do it. I've been wet since lunch thinking about your cock stretching me while I'm bent over this damn thing."

We crashed together. My mouth found hers in a messy, hungry kiss while my fingers worked the buttons of her uniform open. The fabric fell away, revealing her lacy bra and the smooth skin I knew so well but never got to touch at work. I spun her around, pressing her hips against the padded table. She arched back into me, grinding her ass against the hard bulge in my slacks.

"God, you're so fucking ready," I growled against her ear, reaching around to cup her pussy through her panties. They were soaked. I rubbed her clit in slow circles until her knees buckled a little.

"Jake... please," Mia moaned, pushing back harder. "Don't tease. I need you inside me now."

I shoved her panties down her thighs and freed my cock, thick and throbbing. The cool studio air hit it for a second before I lined up and thrust forward, burying myself in one smooth stroke into her tight, dripping pussy. She cried out, fingers gripping the edge of the table.

"Fuck, yes," she gasped. "So deep like this. Harder, baby. Make the table shake."

I gripped her hips and started pounding her, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the mirrored walls. Each thrust made her tits bounce inside the open uniform. I reached forward and pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers while I drove into her again and again.

Mia pushed back to meet every stroke, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. "Right there—oh shit, right there on my spot. Don't stop."

I slowed suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with agonizing care, letting her feel every inch. She whimpered at the change of pace, her walls fluttering around me.

"Tease," she laughed breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder with sparkling eyes. "You think you're funny?"

"Very," I said, spanking her ass lightly. The sharp sound made her clench tighter around my cock. I did it again, loving how she moaned and pushed back for more.

We switched then. I sat on the edge of the table and pulled her onto my lap facing me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she sank down onto my dick, taking every inch until her clit ground against my pelvis. She rocked her hips in tight circles, riding me with that playful smirk that always drove me crazy.

"Look at us," she whispered, nodding toward the mirror across the room. We both turned our heads. The sight of her uniform half-off, my hands on her juicy ass, my cock disappearing into her shaved pussy again and again was almost too much.

"Shit, that's hot," I breathed. I thrust up harder, making her bounce on my lap. Her head fell back, dark hair spilling everywhere as she chased her orgasm.

Her breaths turned into broken little cries. "I'm close, Jake... fuck me faster. Make me cum all over your cock."

I gripped her ass tighter and pounded up into her, the table creaking beneath us. She came first, pussy pulsing and squeezing me so hard I saw stars. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she buried her face in my neck to muffle her loud moan.

I wasn't far behind. A few more deep thrusts and I spilled inside her, hot cum flooding her spasming pussy while she kept grinding through the aftershocks.

We stayed like that for a minute, panting, sweaty, laughing softly against each other's skin. Mia lifted her head, eyes bright with mischief.

"Well," she said, voice still shaky, "that's one way to close up shop. Think we can make this a regular thing after the last client leaves?"

I kissed her forehead, still buried inside her. "Only if you promise to wear this uniform every time. And maybe leave the panties off."

She giggled, squeezing her inner muscles around my softening cock. "Deal. Now help me clean this table before tomorrow's first appointment. Can't have the clients wondering why it smells like sex."

We laughed together, the tension gone, replaced by that warm, easy glow we always found in each other—even at work.