Inside the bathroom. The sound of the bar’s music reached us only as a muffled vibration through the walls under renovation. Vanessa didn’t waste a second. With a predatory look, she knelt between my legs, the blue dress sliding up her thighs as she settled onto the cold floor.
Her hands, small and warm, wrapped firmly around my cock, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the skin. She began to lick me slowly, from base to tip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva under the dim light. Her dark eyes lifted to meet mine as she brought the tip of her tongue to the head, teasing me with circular motions before finally taking me into her mouth with hunger.
Vanessa was extremely skilled. She didn’t just use her mouth; she coordinated the movement with her hand at the base, creating constant pressure. I felt the warm, wet grip of her throat tightening around me as she went down as far as she could, making my eyes roll back. The wet sound of suction filled the stall, an obscene noise that only heightened my arousal. She used her tongue with precision, exploring the frenulum and the sides, alternating between fast movements and deep suction that made my hips jerk involuntarily.
I felt her fingers tighten more firmly around my base as she intensified the rhythm, moving her head with a hungry urgency. The pleasure was so dense that I had to brace my back against the cold wall to keep my balance. My hands found her black hair, my fingers threading through the strands as I guided her, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin each time she came up for air and went back down again, even deeper.
The peak was beginning to form at the base of my spine, a throbbing pressure that told me that if she kept going for another minute, I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Stop… get up now,” I ordered, my voice breaking with lust.
I pulled her up by the arms and made her stand. With a rough movement, I turned her around, pressing her hands against the wall above the toilet flush. Vanessa let out a breathless moan, already understanding what was coming next. I grabbed the hem of her blue dress and pulled it up, revealing her white, round ass, which seemed to glow in the bathroom’s dim light.
I slapped one of her cheeks with a sharp smack, leaving the imprint of my fingers on her pale skin, and squeezed her hard, feeling the softness of her flesh. With my other hand, I slid my fingers inside her lace panties. Vanessa was soaked; her juices coated my fingers as soon as I touched her swollen clit. She jolted, pushing her ass back against my hand, begging for more.
Without wasting time, I pulled her panties down, leaving them trapped around her heels. I grabbed her hips with both hands, digging my fingers into her soft skin, and positioned myself. In a single, rough and deep thrust, I penetrated her from behind.
Vanessa let out a sharp cry that echoed through the bathroom, her head falling forward as she took my entire length at once. The heat inside her was absurd, a wet pressure that clenched me with every thrust. I began to pump hard, the sound of our bodies slapping together rhythmically mixing with the loud, uncontrolled moans she no longer bothered to hide.
The pace of sex in the bathroom was dictated by urgency, but the fear of being discovered added a new spice to the situation: the need for more restrained, yet much deeper pleasure. I moved inside her with vigor, feeling the heat of Vanessa’s inner walls squeezing me with every entry. The sound of flesh hitting flesh began to rise in volume, and her moans, once muffled, started to escape in sharp notes that echoed dangerously through the unfinished floor.
Worried that the noise might carry down the stairs or attract a security guard, I changed tactics. I slowed down, replacing rough thrusts with slow, circular, and extremely deep movements, burying myself in her to the limit. To ensure silence, I shoved two fingers into her mouth; Vanessa immediately wrapped her lips around them, sucking greedily while I continued to take her from behind. The sound coming from her throat was now a muffled murmur of pure ecstasy.
I felt her body short-circuit. Vanessa’s legs began to tremble, and her internal muscles spasmed violently, trapping me with absurd force. She came in a devastating orgasm, completely losing her balance. If it weren’t for my firm hands on her waist and her support against the wall, she would have collapsed.
She slowly caught her breath, turning to face me with flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair. Her dark eyes were clouded with lust, her dilated pupils taking up almost the entire iris.
“Sit there… now,” she commanded hoarsely, pointing to the toilet.
I sat down on the closed lid, and Vanessa didn’t wait a single second. She positioned herself with her back to me, holding onto my legs for stability. With a slow, torturous movement, she guided my cock into herself, lowering her full body weight until we were completely pressed together.
The angle was perfect. Vanessa began to ride me, using my thighs for leverage. She moved up and down with impressive agility, her white ass slapping against my lower abdomen with a wet, arousing sound. I could see the perfect arch of her back and the sheen of sweat on the back of her neck.
Her hands squeezed my knees tightly, her nails lightly digging into my skin as she increased the pace. Vanessa threw her head back, resting it against my shoulder, while her moans rose in pitch again, vibrating against my neck. I grabbed her waist, helping her with the upward and downward motion, feeling my own limit drawing closer and closer.
Vanessa’s riding became frantic, a desperate dance where the sound of flesh slapping and heavy breathing were the only noises in that dark bathroom. I held her waist tightly, helping her come down with full pressure, while she braced herself on my knees, digging her nails into my skin. The pleasure was so dense it felt tangible. I felt the final surge shoot up my spine and, unable to hold back any longer, I gripped her hips firmly and came deep inside her, in hot spurts that made us freeze in place, both of us trembling.
Vanessa let out a long sigh, her body going slack against mine for a few seconds before she slowly stood up. She stepped away and stopped a few steps ahead, leaning her arm against the wall with her body tilted forward, her legs still slightly spread. She was in pure ecstasy, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. In the dim light, I saw the shine of my release beginning to spill out of her, sliding down her legs and dripping silently onto the cement floor of the unfinished level.
I looked at the stain on the floor, and a stab of concern hit me. I looked around for some paper or a towel, but since the floor was under renovation, there was absolutely nothing but dust and leftover materials.
“Damn, there’s nothing to clean with,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.
With no other option and wanting to avoid obvious evidence, I used the sole of my shoe to rub the liquid into the rough floor. Since the surface was still unfinished, the stain simply blended into the dirt and plaster dust, looking like just another construction mark amid the mess.
“Yeah… it’ll just look like renovation dirt,” I commented, giving the dust one last light kick to disguise it.
Vanessa let out a nasal giggle, still regaining her composure. She bent down with some difficulty, pulling her lace panties back up and adjusting the blue dress as it once again covered her flawless curves. I stood up, fixing my pants and fastening my belt with the precision of someone already used to acting under pressure.
When I finished, she stepped closer. Vanessa touched my face tenderly and gave me a subtle kiss, but one charged with genuine satisfaction.
“That was… very good, Luke,” she said, her eyes still shining with the adrenaline of the adventure.
“It was,” I replied, smiling back and feeling the weight of the night finally settle in. “We’d better head back down before the waiter starts thinking we left through the roof.”
We went down the service stairs with the caution of people carrying a shared secret. When we returned to the main hall, the blast of air-conditioning and the vibrant music hit us like a sudden awakening. We walked toward the register, trying to regain the posture of two ordinary customers who had simply enjoyed the night.
Vanessa’s cheeks were still slightly flushed, and she had the look of someone who had just been through a whirlwind, but she kept her head held high. When we reached the counter to close the tab, the attendant—a middle-aged man with an observant gaze—began processing the order. As he checked the items in the system, he paused for a second, discreetly sniffed the air, and gave a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.
“Funny…” he commented, without taking his eyes off the screen. “I just caught a faint ‘naughty’ smell in the air.”
The comment landed like a silent bomb. I saw Vanessa’s face instantly turn a deep shade of red. She looked away toward a shelf of bottles beside her, pretending sudden interest in the bar’s décor. My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my expression neutral, waiting for his next words.
“But it must’ve just been my imagination,” he finished with a short laugh, handing over the card machine. “Your perfume is very good—it can confuse the senses.”
I let out the breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. I swiped the card, entered the PIN, and took the receipt.
“The place is excellent. Congratulations on the opening,” I said, eager to end the interaction as quickly as possible.
We stepped out of the bar, and the night air greeted us on the sidewalk. The adrenaline was fading, giving way to a deep sense of relaxation. We walked to where our cars were parked, side by side. Vanessa stopped in front of her white sedan and turned to me. The streetlight reflected in her eyes, which now seemed calmer, but still full of warmth.
“Thank you for tonight, Luke. I really needed this,” she said, stepping closer for one last moment.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a farewell kiss. It was a slow kiss, without the urgency of minutes before, but with all the intensity of a night we would hardly forget.
“Me too, Vanessa. It was incredible,” I replied, resting my forehead against hers for a moment.
“Let me know when you get home?” she asked, already opening the car door.
“I will. Drive safely.”
She got into the car, waved one last time, and drove off. I stood there for a few seconds, watching the sedan’s taillights disappear around the corner before getting into my own car. I placed my hands on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. Her scent was still on me—but the reality of my home, and Bianca, was waiting.
