She watched him from two tables over. He was tall, with dark brown hair and brown eyes so dark they got lost in his eyes. He was clean shaven with a strong set jaw, his shoulders were broad, and he looked like he worked out.
She had been in the café for a good two hours, searching the internet for various things, and instant messaging friends that she had in cyber-world.
A twinge in her bladder told her it was time for a bathroom break. Making sure she had her purse, she got up, and walked back to the bathroom.
She came back a few minutes later and sat back down. Almost immediately a message popped up on her screen, an invite to chat. She liked talking to random people, so she clicked on the accept button.
“Hi, wanna chat?” the message said, from ‘im4uonly’
“Sure, asl?” she typed back
“32, m, GA. You?” Came the reply
“OMG, lol,” she typed quickly, “30, f, GA. Where in GA are u from?”
“Atlanta.”
“Me too.”
“I know.”
She was puzzled. She hadn’t filled out her profile. How did he know where she was from?
She shook the nerves from her head, for only a moment. “You look incredibly hot,” a message came up on her screen “your tits, what are they 36-38 B?”
She shifted nervously and looked around, although that was silly, there was about thirty people in the café with computers.
“If I told u to meet me in the bathroom, would you?” another message came up
“No,” she replied, “I don’t know who you are.”
“When I stand up you will, and you will meet me in the bathroom.”
She started breathing heavily, and glanced around to see who might be standing up. Much to her “horror” it was the guy she had been watching earlier. He looked her way, and made his way to her table.
“Are you coming?” he whispered when he got to the table
“No, no I’m not.”
“Not yet you’re not, but you will meet me in the bathroom.” He walked away, she turned watching him, his dark blue jeans were tight, in all the right places.
She glanced around nervously, nobody was paying any attention, she couldn’t believe she as actually doing this, she never did things like this.
She got up slowly, smoothed the skirt of her sundress and walked slowly towards the back where the bathrooms were.
He was waiting for her in the hall to the bathroom, he grabbed her, crushing his mouth down onto hers.
Moaning softly she kissed him back eagerly; allowing his tongue, the tongue of a stranger to violate her mouth. His work worn fingers stroked her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
“No bra?” he hissed into her ear.
“This dress has a lining, I thought,” she moaned as his lips left her mouth, hot kisses trailing down her neck.
“You thought what? You wanted this kind of attention, you wanted to find someone, a stranger to fuck you didn’t you?”
She moaned as one of his fingers slid up the hem of her skirt, and plunged into her velvety softness. His other hand gripped her ass, holding her tightly against him.
He turned her then, so her back was to his front, and pressed his erection against her ass, all while still fingering her pliant, wet pussy.
She was writhing, practically coming already.
“Not yet, don’t cum yet. You aren’t ready to cum yet.” He hissed into her ear.
“Yes, yes I am.” She moaned.
“No, you’re not. Do not cum! That is an order.”
She moaned again, and whimpered as another finger joined the first in her pussy.
“Please?” she whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please, I want,” she moaned as he increased the speed of his fingers in her pussy.
“You want me there, don’t you?
She could only moan in response.
He pulled her backwards into the men’s room, and pushed her backwards against the door. He locked it quickly, carried her over to the sinks, and set her on the counter.
She whimpered as his fingers left her pussy. He smiled wickedly and brought his fingers up to her lips.
“Care for a taste?” he said
She greedily sucked his fingers, looking him dead in the eye as she did so. He moaned as her tongue gently flicked the tips of his fingers and her teeth grazed them.
“My turn.” He said as he disappeared beneath the skirt of her sundress.
She jumped as he kissed her beneath the folds of her skirt. His hands held her hips steady as he feasted; his tongue and teeth made quick work of her clit and pussy.
She moaned, lifting her hips off the counter slightly. This was just the opportunity he was waiting for, his hands grabbed her ass and squeezed.
“Oh!” she gasped not expecting the sensations that passed through her body at that moment.
She writhed in his hands as he licked and nipped at her dripping wet pussy.
“Please?” she moaned.
He chuckled to himself. “You want me that bad don’t you?”
“I shouldn’t,” she gasped, “its’ wrong, but damn it yes, I want you.”
“I’m not ready yet darlin’,” he drawled, “will you take care of me first?”
She eagerly climbed off the sink and settled herself on the floor in front of him.
Unzipping his jeans with her teeth, she nuzzled him against his boxers. He groaned as her teeth gently nipped at his cut lines.
“Yes baby,” he whispered as she slid his boxers down and gently took him into the soft folds of her mouth.
Her tongue lapped at him eagerly, her fingers gently stroked his balls.
He held her there, his fingers laced through her hair, he shuttered as she moaned against him, adjusting to take him deeper.
“Damn!” he hissed as her teeth grazed him almost biting him.
“Stop,” he said suddenly “I want to be in you.”
She stood slowly and took the dress off her shoulders, and hung it on the door. Before she could turn around he was on her.
“I’m gonna take you against the wall,” he hissed from behind her, “I’m gonna take you on the cold linoleum floor,” she moaned as he fingered her, “and I’m gonna take you at the sink.”
She sighed as he lifted her up and pressed her back to the wall of the bathroom. She was relieved that he had the common sense to put a condom on, but before she could thank him he drove into her.
“Wrap your legs around me baby.” He whispered into her ear biting it softly.
She did and hissed as he road her against the wall. “You like this don’t you?” he muttered into her ear, “You like to be fucked against a hard wall. Tell me how I feel?”
She couldn’t talk she could only moan as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
“Please, I’m….” she started
“Don’t cum. I’m not thru with you yet.” He ordered.
She gritted her teeth and whimpered as he withdrew from her.
He laughed softly at the look on her face.
“It’s ok baby, we’re just moving to a new location. I want you on the floor, on your back.”
She laid down shivering as the linoleum floor chilled her sweaty back.
He settled between her thighs and set just the tip of his erection against her.
She tried to f***e him inside, but he stilled her with one hand on her belly.
He pressed in slowly, sinfully, driving her mad. He’d get so close to being fully encased in her and he would withdraw almost completely. Five times he did this until she placed both hands on his ass and f***ed him deep inside.
“Insatiable little bitch,” he growled. “you can’t get enough, can you?”
She managed to moan “No.” as he drove into her again and again.
He watched her face closely, her pretty blue eyes squeezed shut, her light brown hair mussed prettily around her head, her face flushed.
“Don’t cum.” He hissed again. “We still have the sinks.”
He withdrew from her and walked her over to the sinks, settling himself behind her.
“Do not close your eyes!” was all he said before he sunk into her. She didn’t think she’d be able to handle the sensations coursing through her body. The way he filled her completely, the way he seemed to know how to do everything ‘just right’, and the way he treated her like and object and not something to cherish (a secret fantasy of hers).
“Watch yourself,” he whispered huskily into her ear, “watch how your beautiful breasts jiggle as I thrust into you,” he tugged gently on her hair, pulling her back for a kiss. “watch as I thrust into you. You can just see my cock sliding in and out of your beautiful tight pussy.”
“I…..I…..” she moaned, “I need to cum. Please. I want to cum.”
“Are you a screamer?” he asked quietly.
“I might be, I can’t take much more of this.”
“I want you to scream, if you’re going to cum, you’re going to scream.”
“I can’t,” she moaned as his thrusts increased, his fingers found her clit and rubbed with each thrust, “I can’t,” she said again and again, “Oh fuck, goddamn it.” She moaned louder.
“Scream,” he hissed again, “scream for me.”
She screamed. Not caring that she was a top defense attorney for a prestigious law firm, not caring that when she walked out everyone would stare, not caring that a perfect stranger had made her orgasm more times in this one session that she ever had before. She didn’t care. She let loose, lost herself in this stranger. He came moments later sighing softly.
“Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, “I probably should have started with that. Do you want to get some coffee?”
She giggled softly, “I’m Kenra, and yes, I would. I’m quite thirsty.”
They cleaned up quickly, and went out, ignoring the stares and the fact that both of them looked sweaty and tired, only paying attention to each other. Once strangers, now lovers.
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