Payment in Kind

"You're alone again, Alex?" she whispered, just as the elevator doors were closing.

Marina stood so close I could feel the heat of her body through her thin blouse. Her fingers—accidentally, or maybe not—brushed against my hand. That look. The same one I'd been catching for three months straight every time I came to the restaurant. Her eyes were dark, wet, full of promise. The want hit me instantly, like it always did around her.

The elevator started moving, but halfway between floors there was a sharp grinding sound. The lights flickered and died, leaving only a dim emergency bulb. The cab jerked to a stop. The silence turned thick, almost solid.

"Shit..." Marina breathed, pressing her back against the wall. "This piece of junk again."

I stepped closer. Her chest was rising fast, her nipples already poking through the fabric.

"This was supposed to stay a secret," she said quietly, not looking away. "What I offered you... for the bill."

"I remember every word," I answered, my voice rough. My hands landed on her waist. "You said, 'If you want, you can pay in kind.'"

Marina bit her lip. Her breathing got faster.

"So... now? Here?" Her voice dropped lower, almost trembling. "I... I've been wet, Alex. Since the second you walked into the restaurant."

I didn't wait. I pressed her against the cold elevator wall, hiked up her short black skirt. Underneath were thin lace panties, already soaked through. My fingers slid under the fabric, found her hot clit, and started circling it slowly.

"Oh..." she gasped. "Not too fast... I want to feel every second."

But her body was saying something else. Her hips spread wider on their own, inviting me deeper. I pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, slow, feeling the walls clench around them. Marina let out a soft moan, biting my shoulder through my shirt.

"Deeper... please..." she whispered right into my ear. Every word burned. "I've imagined you fucking me for so long... right here, where no one can see."

I unzipped my pants. My cock was already hard, the head glistening with precum. Marina wrapped her hot hand around it, stroked up and down, squeezing at the base.

"Big..." she breathed, her voice shaking. "I knew it would be."

I turned her to face the wall. She arched her back, sticking out her tight ass. In one motion I pushed her panties aside and slid into her all the way. Hot. Tight. Unbelievably wet. Marina gasped, pressing her forehead against the cold metal.

"Yeah... just like that... fuck me slow," she whispered as I started to move. Every thrust came with a wet, squelching sound. "Can you feel me squeezing you?"

I held her hips, fucking her deep and steady, loving how her body trembled. The pace built gradually. Smooth at first, almost lazy, then faster and faster. The elevator swayed slightly with our movements.

"Louder," she said suddenly. "I want to hear you breathing against my neck."

I pressed my whole body against hers, kissing her neck, biting her earlobe. My thrusts got harder. My cock went in all the way, hitting the deepest part of her pussy. Marina started moving her hips to meet me, taking every stroke.

"More... harder... I'm close," she moaned in a whisper, almost begging. "Don't stop... fuck your waitress, Alex..."

I changed position. Turned her around to face me, lifted one of her legs, set her foot on the handrail. Now we were looking right at each other. I entered her again, from a different angle—deeper, sharper. Marina wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips trembling.

"I'm coming..." she breathed into my mouth. "Look at me... don't look away..."

Her pussy started pulsing hard, squeezing my cock in rhythmic spasms. Marina's eyes rolled back, her body arched. A long, low moan escaped her throat. I kept moving, stretching out her orgasm.

When she caught her breath a little, I pulled out, turned her back around, and slammed into her with one hard thrust. Now the pace was fast, almost savage. My balls slapped against her wet lips. Marina braced herself against the wall, taking every hit.

"Cum inside me..." she whispered, gasping. "I want to feel you filling me up with your hot cum... Please..."

Her words finished me. The tension gathered low in my gut, and I came hard, shooting deep, powerful spurts into her pulsing pussy. Marina let out a little sob of pleasure, feeling every stream.

We froze, breathing hard. Cum was slowly dripping down her thigh.

Suddenly the elevator jerked. The lights came on. The cab started moving down.

Marina quickly pulled down her skirt, straightened her blouse. A sly smile played on her lips.

"This is still a secret," she whispered as the doors started to open. "But I'll be waiting for you tomorrow. And maybe... we'll get stuck again."

The doors opened. She stepped out first, swaying her hips, leaving me with a wet memory and the promise of more.