When I first met Karen I was in awe.

She was a five-foot-seven, 26-year-old, 115-pound beauty with a great body. She was dating someone else at the time, but that did not deter her from jumping into my lap at every opportunity to tease her boyfriend and turn me on like a nuclear reactor. I always needed a cold shower after being around her, and decided the less I saw of Karen, the better off I’d be.

About a year later, Karen called to tell me she’d just broken up with her boyfriend. I was happy to hear from her, but it took another year of sporadic phone calls and dates before she felt comfortable around me again. Apparently, that level of ease arrived this past weekend. We drove to Miami to spend the day. We shopped for a while, then decided to take a one-hour cruise around the inlet.

We were on the top deck, sipping margaritas. I was truly enjoying the view of Karen with the wind in her hair and her nipples jutting through her tiny tank top. I sat down behind her. As Karen leaned back to me, I wrapped my arms and denim jacket around her and cupped her breasts in my hands. When I gave each nipple a little roll and squeeze of the fingertips, Karen let out a little moan of approval that only I could hear. She turned her head and we kissed. As I made love to her beautiful lips, Karen slid her tongue into my mouth with the most sensual French kiss I had ever had.

Because we were still on the top deck, with about 20 or 30 people all around us, I made sure to keep my hand movements slow and steady. In this manner, I lifted her bra, releasing her breasts. Karen pulled my jacket closer around her front and covered my hands with her own, pressing them firmly into her body, encouraging me all the way. She moaned softly again, pressing her bottom against my raging hard-on. I began to lower one hand toward her shorts, with her hand still on top of mine, pushing me down the entire way. This was beginning to get tricky. I knew she wanted to be touched. I knew she was wet. I knew I wanted to touch her. I was in heaven, but unfortunately paradise was a little too crowded. The only thing we both needed at this point was a cold shower.

We continued to play a little grab-ass for the rest of the cruise. By the time we stepped off the boat, my balls were boiling, my hands were shaking. I was all too ready for this day to end, so we could get back to my house and screw like crazed rabbits, but Karen said she was hungry.

It was about six-thirty in the evening when we decided to eat at a nearby cafe. We sat down next to each other. I rested my hand on her knee and discovered that the tablecloth could work as well for a curtain as the denim jacket had done earlier. I covered her waist with the cloth and put my hand beneath it, between her knees. Karen spread her thighs slightly, allowing me enough room to slide my hand right up to her crotch. She gave me a knowing smile as I realized I had come to an impasse: Her denim shorts were so tight, I couldn’t squeeze a finger up her pants leg or down the front. I was resigned to caressing, through fabric, the swollen pussy lips I felt on either side of the tight seam in her crotch. Karen had already placed her hand in my lap and given my rock-hard pole a good feel.

After placing our order, Karen leaned over and whispered, “Let’s do it.”

“Hey,” I said, “we’re in the middle of a very busy restaurant. Are you nuts?”

“What about the bathroom?” she asked.

“No way,” I said. “We could get caught and arrested.”

“I dare you,” Karen said, giving my cock and balls another good squeeze.

Well, I admit it. I’m only human. When the waitress brought our drinks, I said we’d be right back. We just about ran toward the restrooms. I quickly glanced into the men’s and, thank God, it was empty. We ducked into the first stall, closing its door behind us. With a flip of the lock I turned to face her, and our bodies slammed together like magnets. The kissing was almost animalistic.

Karen turned around and bent over, pressing her cute ass into my groin so hard that I hit the side of the stall. It was a small price to pay for the grinding action that was going on in front. My cock was so rigid, I couldn’t wait to let it out. We pulled down our shorts, and I sat on the toilet lid and positioned Karen’s ass over my blood-swollen member. She reached down between her legs to guide my stiff rod into her wet pussy. She felt tight as a glove, and I went all the way in. Karen paused a moment, rose up slightly, then plunged her ass down onto my lap and wiggled away. It felt great. Grabbing my knees, she rode my prick for all it was worth. We were breathing heavy and moaning low. My hips were banging the lid as we bounced up and down.

Just as I was about to come, Karen stood up, and I did too. She bent over with her rear to me, and once again I crammed my member deep into the tightest pussy ever. Our thighs were slamming together so hard and fast, I’m sure one of the customers who came in to use the bathroom heard them slapping. As I pulled out of her dripping pussy, I let loose a healthy stream of come across her ass and back.

We did a quick cleanup with the toilet tissue before exiting the stall. There was one guy at the sink with a comb in his hand. Karen and I smiled and stepped out into the hallway. The real surprise was that a few steps in front of us was a cop. He had to have been in the men’s room while we were in the throes of passion. After that, I knew Karen would only bring me luck.