Forbidden Rain

I walked into the little café just as the rain started hammering the windows. Alina was sitting by the window in a thin white dress that the humidity had plastered against her tits. Her dark skin gleamed in the warm lamplight, and I felt my cock stiffen in my jeans the second I saw her. She looked up, and our eyes locked so hard the air between us practically crackled.

“Hey,” she breathed out as I sat down across from her. Her fingers found my hand under the table right away—warm, trembling just a little. “You’re late… I thought you were gonna bail.”

“Couldn’t,” I said quietly, lacing my fingers through hers. “Ever since that night in the stairwell, that’s all I’ve been thinking about. Your lips. Your thighs…”

Alina bit her lower lip. Her husband had been out of town on business for a week, and we both knew this was dangerous. But that’s exactly what made it so hot.

“We agreed,” she whispered, leaning in closer. The smell of her skin—sweet, with a hint of vanilla and rain—hit me like a shot. “This doesn’t mean anything. Just… release. Nobody’s gonna find out.”

“Doesn’t mean anything,” I repeated, even though I already knew I was lying. My palm slid higher up her thigh under the table, creeping under the hem of her dress. Her skin was hot, smooth as silk. “But I want you right now, Alina.”

Her breathing quickened. The café was almost empty—just the bartender in the corner and a couple of tourists at the counter. The rain drummed on the roof, drowning out every sound. She spread her legs a little wider, letting my fingers reach the lace of her panties. They were already soaked.

“Fuck…” she gasped as I ran a finger along her clit through the thin fabric. “You’re gonna drive me insane. Your hands are so… confident.”

I pushed her panties aside and slowly slid two fingers inside her. Alina let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the wet dress. I moved my fingers slowly, feeling her pussy clench around them, feeling her hot slickness run down my palm.

“Let’s go to the back room,” she whispered hoarsely. “Too exposed out here… but I can’t wait anymore.”

We stood up. I tossed some cash on the table, and we hurried down the narrow hallway into a tiny storage room behind the kitchen—boxes stacked everywhere, an old couch shoved against the wall. The door clicked shut, and Alina immediately pressed herself against me, back to my chest, lifting her dress. Her firm dark ass ground against my crotch.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes were blazing. “I want to feel your white cock inside me. Deep.”

I unzipped my jeans. My hard dick sprang out, heavy and throbbing. I ran the head along her slick slit, teasing her clit. Alina arched her back, bracing her hands against the wall.

“Don’t tease… just get inside me,” she groaned.

I thrust forward. Her tight, scorching pussy swallowed me whole. We both moaned. I started moving—slow at first, feeling every ridge inside her, then faster. The sound of our bodies—wet skin slapping, her quiet whimpers—filled the cramped room.

“Oh… deeper,” Alina whispered, pushing back against me. “Fuck me harder. I’m yours tonight… only yours.”

I grabbed her hips, slamming into her hard and deep. Her dark skin against mine was a sight that drove me crazy. I leaned down, kissing her neck, biting her earlobe. One hand slid around front, fingers finding her clit and rubbing fast.

“I’m… I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her voice shaking. Her body tensed, her pussy starting to pulse hard around my cock. “I’m coming… don’t stop!”

Alina came first—suddenly, with a long moan, her legs trembling. Hot wetness flooded over my cock. I couldn’t hold back. I pulled out and spun her around to face me. She dropped to her knees on the old rug without hesitation.

“Give it to me,” she whispered, wrapping her lips around my cock, slick with her juices. Her tongue worked fast, and she took me deep, staring up into my eyes. “Come in my mouth… I want to taste your cum.”

I grabbed her hair. A few hard thrusts—and I exploded. Hot ropes of cum shot into her mouth. Alina swallowed, never pulling away, until I was completely drained. Then she rose, licking her lips, and pressed herself against me.

“That was…” she smiled, still breathing hard, “too good for ‘doesn’t mean anything.’”

I kissed her, tasting my own cum on her tongue.

“Maybe we should do it again?” I asked hoarsely.

The rain outside hadn’t let up. Alina just laughed softly and pressed closer, her dark fingers already sliding down again, wrapping around my half-hard cock.

“Only if you promise to be even rougher this time…”