Sydney Heatwave

The Sydney bar hummed with the sticky heat of a summer evening, my shaved head gleaming under the lights as I sat beside Katie, her blonde hair catching the glow, athletic frame hugged by that black vest top and flowing linen skirt. We’d been flirting nonstop since landing for the bank software gig, the way we always did back at the office, but tonight felt different—our last night before the flight home, drinks flowing freely.

"You know, Ross, your abs are wasted on that white shirt," she teased, blue eyes sparkling as she crossed her long legs, trainers tapping the stool. "Luke would kill me for saying it, but you’re looking dangerously fit tonight." I laughed, the memory of our one London makeout at Simmonds bar a year ago hanging unspoken between us. "And you in that skirt? It’s criminal how it hides those legs. Married or not, I notice."

The banter sharpened over another round. "Katie, do you ever think about that night we kissed?" I asked, voice low. She smirked, strong and unyielding. "Every damn day at our desks, wondering if you’d finally admit it. But you’re married, I’ve got Luke—what would we even do about it?" We dissected it with witty jabs, tension crackling until she leaned in, grabbing my collar. "Screw the talk," she said, lips crashing into mine.

She slid onto my lap right there in the bar, her slim ass grinding as we made out, hands roaming, her tongue sharp with gin and promise. "Hotel. Now," she ordered, voice husky, and we stumbled back, the air thick with sweat and need. In the room, she stripped my shirt, eyes fierce. "I think last time I promised you a blowjob, didn’t I?"

Katie dropped to her knees, freeing my hard cock, her mouth hot and wet as she took me deep, sucking with athletic confidence while I panted, her shaved pussy already dripping when she stood and shoved me onto the bed. We tore into wild foreplay—her riding my face, me fingering her slick folds—then fucked in every position: her on top grinding her pussy down my shaft, doggy with me slapping her slim ass, missionary with legs locked around me until we both came hard, sweating and panting, cum dripping between us.

Morning light hit the shower where we made out again, her horny again as she dropped for another blowjob, tongue working until I came in her mouth, swallowing with a wicked grin. But the real trouble was only just beginning.