The Last Rep

The restaurant was dead, the last waiter gone, and I was still sitting across from Lena, my fitness trainer, nursing a glass of wine I hadn't touched in twenty minutes. She’d caught me off guard, asking me to stay after our session, saying she knew a quiet spot. The dim light caught the sweat still drying on her collarbone, and I couldn’t stop staring at the way her tank top clung to her.

“You’re not drinking,” she said, a slow smile playing on her lips. “Nervous?”

“Just wondering why you brought me here,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended.

She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, and the neckline of her top dipped just enough to show the swell of her breasts. “You’ve been staring at me for three months, Mark. Every rep, every set. You think I didn’t notice?”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but she cut me off.

“Don’t lie. It’s cute. But I’m done with cute.”

She stood, walked around the table, and slid onto my lap, her thighs straddling me. The heat of her through those thin yoga pants was immediate, and my cock jerked against her ass. She laughed, a low, throaty sound.

“There he is.”

Her mouth found mine, and it wasn’t gentle. Her tongue pushed in, tasting of wine and something sweet, and her hands grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer. I groaned into her, my hands finding her waist, then sliding down to cup the firm curve of her ass. She ground down on me, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips.

“I’ve wanted this,” she whispered against my lips. “Wanted you to fuck me on this table.”

My fingers found the button of her pants, popped it open, and slid the zipper down. She lifted her hips just enough for me to shove the fabric down, and she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already slick, the lips swollen and glistening.

“Jesus, Lena.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

I stood, tipping her off my lap, and she yelped, then laughed as I spun her around and bent her over the table. The cold wood against her hot skin made her gasp. I shoved her pants down to her knees, spread her ass cheeks, and saw exactly how wet she was. Her pussy was glistening, a mess of arousal, and my cock was straining against my jeans, aching to be inside her.

I unbuckled, shoved my jeans down, and my cock sprang free, thick and hard. I didn’t tease. I grabbed her hip with one hand, guided myself to her entrance, and slammed in.

She cried out, a sharp, guttural sound. “Fuck, yes.”

Her pussy was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. I pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in, deep, burying myself to the hilt. The table creaked under us. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, her ass slapping against my hips.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice muffled against the wood.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and fucked her harder. The sound of our bodies slapping, her wetness, my grunts, her moans—it filled the empty restaurant. I could feel her clenching around me, her whole body trembling.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.

“Cum on my cock.”

She did. Her body convulsed, her pussy squeezing me so tight I saw stars, and she screamed into the table. I didn’t stop, kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing my own. I felt the heat building, the pressure unbearable.

“Where?” I grunted.

“Inside. Cum inside me.”

I buried myself as deep as I could and let go, my cock pulsing, flooding her with heat. She moaned, a long, satisfied sound, and I collapsed onto her back, my breath ragged against her neck.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sound was our breathing, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

Finally, she laughed, a soft, breathless sound. “That was... a good workout.”

I pulled out slowly, and she turned around, her face flushed, a strand of hair stuck to her forehead. She looked at my softening cock, still slick with her, and bit her lip.

“You know,” she said, stepping closer, her hand wrapping around me, giving a slow, teasing stroke. “I think you’ve got one more rep in you.”

I looked at the mess on the table, at her naked lower half, at the hunger in her eyes. “Yeah,” I said, pulling her close, my mouth finding hers again. “I think I do.”