The last patron stumbles out. Tavern empties. My mug’s dry. Ati wipes tables, her hips swaying under that tight skirt. ‘Go home, Jam. No more drinks.’ Her voice soft, but firm. Heart hammers. I can’t leave. ‘Ati, my bed’s empty since you. I love you. Heart pounds just to see you.’ Words tumble out. Direct. No bullshit.
She sits close. Tables narrow. Knees brush. Takes my hand. Head down. ‘Jam… I like you, but…’ Heart cracks. I lean forehead to hers. Warm skin. Silence stretches. Lips brush hers. She pulls back. ‘Go.’ At door, I turn. Hands on her hips. Kiss deep. She opens mouth. Tongue dances. Foot kicks door shut. Click echoes.
The Contact
Village sleeps outside. Windows dark. Neighbors’ houses yards away. Moonlight filters through shutters. One creak, and they hear.
Hands roam. Mine up her tits, firm under blouse. Down her ass, squeezing. She claws my shirt off. Belt unbuckles. Pants drop. Cock springs hard, veins throbbing. She kneels. Mouth engulfs. Sucks sloppy. Tongue swirls head. I groan low. Hand dives under skirt. Pussy soaked. Fingers circle clit. She moans around my dick. Two fingers plunge in. Wet squelch. Thumb teases asshole, slick with her juice.
She strips. Naked curves glow in dim light. Pushes me. I lift her onto table. Legs spread. Pussy glistens. Tongue dives in. Lick folds. Suck clit. Nectar sweet, salty. She bites fist to muffle gasps. Table groans under her writhe.
Kiss her, share pussy taste. Cock at entrance. Slide in slow. Tight, hot grip. Pump steady. Tits bounce. Pinch nipples. She claws back. Pace quickens. Slaps echo soft. She cums first—body shakes, pussy clenches. I bury deep. Cum floods her. Hot spurts.
The Indiscretion
She flips me. Straddles. Sinks down. Rides hard. Ass slaps thighs. Tits in face. I suck nipples. She grinds faster. Whimpers choked. I throb. She leans back. Feels me swell. Cum again inside. Her orgasm bucks her.
Still hard. Finger her ass. Wet, tight. She trembles. ‘Put it there.’ First time for me. Lube with pussy juice. Fingers stretch— one, two. Cock nudges rosebud. Push slow. She sighs long. Inch by inch. Fuck her ass deliberate. She rubs clit. Fingers in pussy. She cums screaming into hand. Switch holes. Plunge cunt. Explode third load.
Panting. ‘Sleep upstairs. With me.’ Her room above tavern. Stairs creak under bare feet. Door shuts soft. Light slits under—hallway shadows. Bed sags. Fuck all night. Missionary. Doggy. Her moans in pillow. My grunts bitten. Floorboards protest. Walls thin. Neighbors stir? Footsteps outside? Thrill spikes cock harder. Cum buckets each time.
Dawn breaks. Tavern closed sign out. Slip down stairs. Heart races. Door cracks open. Street empty. Cross old man—does he smirk? Home. Secret burns hot. They heard everything.