Friday nights at the rooftop bar were my little ritual—a quiet drink, a corner seat, and a view of the city that didn’t demand anything from me. But this Saturday was different.

He approached with an air of quiet confidence, dressed casually in dark jeans and a leather jacket. “You always sit here,” he said, settling into the seat beside me.

“Do I?” I replied, my tone neutral but curious.

He smiled. “You’re hard to miss.”

The conversation was easy, flowing in a way that felt unforced. I didn’t know who he was, but he had a way of making himself feel familiar.

As I reached for my glass, he tilted his head. “Are you married?”

I held his gaze for a second, then gave him a sly wink. “Yes.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn’t press. “Lucky guy,” he said, stepping back just enough to let me finish my drink.

When the glass was empty, I leaned toward him, close enough that only he could hear me. “I’m not married,” I whispered, adding a playful wink.

The corner of his mouth curled into a grin. “In that case, let me get you another drink,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as he murmured into my ear. “But what would I get in return?”

Caught off guard but amused, I played along. “Anything you ask for tonight.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Maybe a piece of your clothing.”

The audacity of his request stunned me for a moment, but it sent a thrill through me. I smiled, bold and unflinching. “Done.”

Sliding off my stool, I asked casually, “Where’s the washroom?”

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Why don’t you come to my office instead? It’s just through that door.”

Intrigued, I followed him through a discreet side door, down a narrow hallway that led to a small but well-kept office.

He closed the door behind us and leaned casually against it, watching me with an intensity. “So, about that favor…” he said, his tone low, teasing.

I stepped closer, feeling the thrill of the moment. Without a word, I reached for the edge of my scarf, slipping it from around my neck and handing it to him. “A piece of my clothing,” I said, smirking. “Satisfied?”

He took it, his fingers brushing mine, but instead of stepping back, he tilted his head, his eyes trailing over me. “Just the scarf?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe I can get something more.”

I held his gaze, the corners of my lips curving into a playful smile. I wasn’t shy about my body, my curves.

So, with a slow, deliberate step toward him, I said, “Take whatever you want.”

He didn't need to be told twice. With practiced hands, he began peeling away each layer, his movements unhurried but deliberate. When he reached my bra, his fingers moved with an expertise that caught me off guard. The clasp came undone in a single motion, so effortless that I almost laughed at how natural it seemed for him. His hands paused as he picked up the faint, intoxicating scent lingering on my lingerie. His reaction was instant-his gaze darkened, and his jaw tightened, the raw desire.

I hadn't expected to feel this turned on so quickly, but his confidence, his control, and the way he took down all my clothes. By taking the command, i made him sit on the chair to blow him. He had a thick curvy dick which I enjoy the most. Then after giving a nice head, he turned me around and fucked all around the tiny match box of his. He wanted to keep my bra and panty, but I was hesitant as i dont wanna walk back home without bra. But after having such a great time, I decide to grant his wish!!