She spread her legs for me behind the bar

"Fuck me harder!"

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She always made the atmosphere feel exciting. Her dark hair was in a messy bun, with some strands falling around her face as she moved gracefully. I watched her as she leaned over the bar to serve a drink, her skirt riding up a bit, making me feel nervous.

When she looked at me, she smiled slyly, and I understood that she wanted me and wasn't playing games. That look sent a chill down my spine.

“Hey,” she said softly, almost drowned out by the bar noise.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to act busy with the glasses I was unpacking. But she was too close, her body touching mine as she reached for a glass.

Her hand brushed against mine, and I froze. “You’re distracted,” she said, her breath warm in my ear. “You’ve been staring at me all night.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Can’t help it.”

She lightly touched my ear with her lips. “Good.”

Then she surprised me by taking my hand and placing it under her skirt. No underwear. I gasped as I felt her warm skin, and she let out a soft moan.

“I need it. Now,” she whispered urgently.

I acted fast. My fingers slid into her, and she was already wet. She bit her lip, her eyes closing as she moved against my hand, her hips circling slowly.

“Wow,” I murmured, feeling my own desire grow as I watched her enjoy the moment, holding onto the bar for support.

She pretended to be busy with the glasses, but her body said otherwise. She was breathing quickly, her skin flushed. She was close.

Then she turned to me, bending over the crates with her skirt lifted, showing off her curves. “Now,” she said softly but firmly.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I unzipped my pants and moved closer to her. I held her hips and positioned myself, feeling her warmth before I entered her.

She gasped as I slid in, her body tight and wet. I moved quickly, unable to hold back. She moaned softly, gripping the crates as she pushed back against me.

“Keep it down,” I growled, trying to keep my voice low. The bar was busy, and we didn’t want to be caught. The risk made it even more exciting.

She nodded, biting her lip to hold back her sounds as she moved with me, her hips meeting my thrusts. Her skin was sweaty, and our bodies made noise, mixing with the bar sounds nearby.

“You feel amazing,” I whispered, my voice filled with desire as I pulled her closer.

She moaned, her body tightening as she reached her peak. I followed her, releasing inside her with a low groan, feeling shudders as we stayed close for a moment, trying to catch our breath.

Then we heard footsteps behind the bar.

Oh no.

I quickly pulled out and tucked myself back in as she fixed her skirt, moving quickly but smoothly. She looked at me with a playful smile while wiping her hands on a towel, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You’re trouble,” I said, though I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You love it,” she whispered, satisfied, as she walked away, leaving me there, heart racing and still feeling the thrill of what had just happened.

And she was right. I did.