Ladies Room
By: Rockin Rach
It is a failed night, a night that most women will experience if they date a lot. A night of despair, rejection and an empty feeling of depression haunting that make you doubt your self-worth as a woman. That was me tonight as I sat alone in the dark corner of a restaurant, wearing a sexy little black dress showing way too much cleavage and a whole lotta of tan thigh and nursing another drink. It was our third date and I had planned on giving him what he wanted, I was horny and needed to get laid in the worst kind of way. We were not serious; he was not "the one," not my true love who would be with me for the rest of my life. He was just another man, a penis to fulfill my current sexual needs, to screw me and then vanish as other men have in the past. They used me just as much as I used them and tonight I would not get used.
I am sitting alone in the restaurant toilet, little did I know I neglected to lock the stall door and as I ease my hand under my tight dress, I start touching myself because I am so horny, when I hear the door to the ladies room close, my hand on my wet red thong, I pause for a moment, and then resume my rubbing, slumping on the seat, bent back slightly with my hand up my skirt and my eyes half closed with my finger on the damp, red satin. I hear the creak of the hinge, you are opening the stall door, accidentally walking in on me, but instead of screaming at you to get out I invite you to stay.
Flipping the lock the door and without saying a word I unzip my tight little sexy dress at the back and wriggle out of it. I'm not wearing a bra and I am standing there in front of you in a tiny red satin thong and black high heels, caressing my tits and squeezing my long hard nipples. You gasp, approval I hope, and then your fingers pull your dress up and show me your hand on your mound of black satin. It is your sign of approval for me.
I whisper "on your knees," and you, without hesitation oblige my command, kneeling in front of me. I pull the red thong to one side and lift my left leg up and rest it on the back of the toilet so I'm wide open for you.
"Now eat my pussy baby, lick me good and show me what a pussy, loving, slut you are."
Thrusting my pelvis towards your hungry mouth, grinding, I push rub my slit on your tongue. You are plunging your tongue into me lapping my nectar, titillating my clit and pushing me to climax. Breathlessly I pant, sweating dripping from my hard nipples as you lick and suck my cunt like a hungry dog. My hand on the back of your head feeling your every move in me, your stiff tongue flicking my engorged clit and watching your fingers sliding in and out of your pussy at an outrageous tempo.
You are just what I need, a hungry tongue that is making love to my sloppy cunt as you finger your own dose of self-pleasure. I grip the top of the stalls as you devour my peach, trembling, and sprinkled with goose bumps with a thick cream dripping into your greedy mouth as I begin to cum. You mouth gobbling every drop of my fresh girl cream. I moan in relief and you buck, rubbing yourself harder and harder.
You have eaten me so well and I am pushing my pussy hard into your mouth, whimpering begging for you to continue. We are both so fucking horny we are both getting close..."Yes make me cum, make me cum hard," I squeak.
I am desperately trying not to scream we're getting wetter and hotter until I unleash a thick stream of sweet girly cum all over your face and that sends you over the edge as our bodies shake and convulse with intense orgasms. My breasts aching, I want to take you home and give you a proper fucking, but that is not to be, at least not tonight.
My mound is covered in my cum and you slip the red thong over my bare mound, giving it a loving pat and I can hear the cum sticking to your fingertips. You adjust your now wet black panties and smooth your dress. Your man will never know how naughty you have been unless he can detect your scent or feel your silky wetness.
I slip back into my dress, lean forward and kiss you and then we walk out without another word. Strangers, strangers that have shared an exquisite interlude, strangers that do not even know each other's names. We don't even care. We love being naughty.
Returning to my table I pay my check as my intended lover has left me stranded, and my sexual need given a temporary reprieve. As I walk out I look to my left and there is my unknown lover flirting with her man, at least one of us will get laid tonight.
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