The Restaurant

They had planned it ahead of time… sort of. They talked about it a little. So when they both turned up at the same restaurant on the same night, it seemed the time was at hand.
She was there with her group of girlfriends. It was their “once-a-month” dinner out.
She didn’t really know why he was there. It only mattered that he WAS there. She wanted this so badly… wanted him so badly!
He always had a knack for making her fantasies come true. Could he pull this one off? What a delicious thought. She sat making small talk with her friends all the while sitting in a veritable puddle.
Edgy as hell, she tried to act normally. All she could do was think of the scenario in her head. It seems so… well… DIRTY, so taboo. And damn it to hell, she wanted to do it.
Was it too nasty even for him? She didn’t think there was anything too… well too anything for him.
As the night wore on, she was convinced that it just wasn’t to be. She kept stealing glances in his direction, careful to not be noticed. He looked at her only a couple of times… with a twinkle in his eye. He looked so… mischievous. But still, there was no signal, nothing to hint that it might actually happen.
It was quite late; pretty soon the restaurant would be closing. Of course the “girls” were oblivious to everything but their conversations. When, finally she noticed him moving toward restrooms that were in an alcove, nicely hidden from view. Never glancing back, he walked into the Men’s Room. It made sense; it would be much safer than the Ladies Room. She excused herself from the table. She said no more to them than “I’ll be right back”. She knew if she said she was going to the Ladies Room someone would tag along. Women like to visit the bathroom in packs it seems.
When she got to the Men’s Room door, she hesitated. Was she really going to do this? Was she crazy? What if they were caught? Ooh, she was so turned on… she was absolutely creaming in her jeans. Just then the door opened a crack and he peeked out and gave her a look as if to say “well? Are you coming or not?”
She quickly slipped inside and she noticed in a flash that the place was empty. He roughly pulled her into a stall with him. She kissed him but he had other plans as he reached down and popped her jeans open and yanked them down to her ankles. He spun her around and bent her over as he slid his dick into her extremely wet pussy. She had her hand on the back wall to steady herself as he pounded away. Pulling away, he turned her back to face him and she worked the jeans off of one foot. She was standing on one leg with the other up around his waist. He had a tight grip to that leg as he entered her pussy again. He backed her against the stall wall and banged her up against it over and over. She was pretty sure she heard someone enter and use the urinal… but there was no stopping at this point. Did the visitor linger and listen? Hmmm, that thought popped into her head just as she started to come. As she opened her mouth to scream he clamped his hand over her lips, roughly… just the way she liked it. When her shuddering stopped he spun her around one more time and bending her over he forced his way into her ass and pumped her hard until she was whimpering. He began to shake all over. Finally, he came in a tremendous flood. Hot, wet… filling her up.
They pulled their respective jeans back into place and then shared a deep, wet kiss. He walked out of the bathroom, glancing back at her just long enough to convey that the coast was clear. She then left the bathroom and made her way back to her table. The girls were still chatting happily to one another. As she sat down, she realized they barely noticed she was gone. How long had it taken? Not long it seemed.
But long enough, she was spent and completely happy. He’d done it again!
And they had never said a word.