I texted Frankie: I met a guy.

I was at the restaurant and business was hopping but when I seated him, I knew I wanted to fuck him.

Frankie’s text came back quickly: Want to fuck him?

Yes!

Do it. But I get all the details when you get home.

Of course.

Have fun, baby.

And just like that I knew that the man I’d just seated would be mine for an evening.

I brought fresh bread to their table, which is something the hostess is supposed to do, but I sat the basket right in front of him.

“Something warm for you,” I said.

He grinned up at me, knowing that he had me. That was fine. That got me off. He could have me, use me, fuck me, make me come, and then I’d go home and tell Frankie all about it.

I sauntered off and could feel his eyes on me as I seated another table next to his. I had to stand close to his chair as I led them to their seats. The restaurant was small and cramped. I felt his hand snake up the back of my calf and grip my muscle before trailing down to touch my ankle. Beneath my plain black dress and equally plain panties, my pussy grew wetter. I clenched my internal muscles to get that forbidden rush of pleasure.

I dropped my pen on the floor and bent to get it. While his two companions were in a lively conversation, his big dark eyes were on me.

“Meet me in the restroom,” I said. “The one on the left.”

We had two bathrooms that were gender-neutral. The one left was nicer;  the room was bigger and the lock worked.

I breezed past my manager and said, “I have to take a few in the ladies’ room. Please cover me.”

I’m an excellent worker. Jerry never questions me. He gave me a nod and said, “take your time.”

I intended to.

I hurried to the restroom and found it empty. I went inside and locked the door. Our restaurant is pricey. The bathrooms reflect that. A chaise lounge, several chairs, big white countertops, cleaned regularly. I waited, heart pounding, for Tall, Dark, and Flirty. There was a knock.

I faltered.

“Yes?”

“I’m here as requested,” came his deep voice.

I felt like there were a thousand butterflies trapped in my stomach.

Here we go — I texted Frankie.

I knew it would make his dick hard    to hear what was about to happen.

I opened the door just enough to let Tall, Dark and Flirty in. I stared at him and he stared back. Then he pulled the tie on my wrap dress and it fell open. He took a deep breath, cupped my black-lace-covered tits in his big hands, and moved in for a kiss.

“Is it wrong that the moment you smiled at me I wanted to be inside you?” his gruff voice asked.

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

I had no idea what his name was, and I didn’t care.

I ran my hand across the front of his black slacks and found his large, hard cock with my fingers. I gripped him, squeezed him, and moved my body against him. He kissed me and bit the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t expecting it and the bolt of pain shot through me, making my cunt ache to be fucked.

I gripped his shirt and held him tight. He bit my neck and I sighed. He bit my shoulder and I whimpered.

“You like that.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me easily. He had about a foot on me and his hands were enormous. He deposited my ass on the wide white countertop and pushed my thighs wide. His fingers skimmed the front of my panties, stroking me just right, but not hard enough to get me off. He slipped his fingers under the fabric and brushed them over my mound. I sighed and arched up.

“Hurry,” I said. “I want it.”

That caught him off-guard and he grunted like an animal. He hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and I lifted my hips to help him. He slid my panties down fast and shoved them in his pocket. Then he undid his pants and let them drop. He pushed down his boxer briefs and his big cock sprang to attention. I licked my lips.

He caught the gesture and gave me a wolfish grin. “Soon. But not yet.”

He grabbed my hips and jerked me forward. I slid across the smooth surface and there we were, cock to cunt. His big dick rubbed along my folds and pressed my swollen clit.

He pushed my thighs wide and stared at me as he teased me with his cock’s tip.

“Stop teasing,” I hissed.

He chuckled and grabbed my ass. He must have lost patience with his own game because he yanked me forward fast and hard and his big dick slid into me with rough force. It took my breath away how good it felt, how much he stretched me and how deep he got.

His lean hips flexed as he fucked me. Every thrust was exquisite. I let my eyes drift shut as he moved into me, holding me tight with his strong fingers. When I opened my eyes, I could see his ass clenching every time he drove into me.

I moved my hands to cup his ass and squeeze him.

He groaned.

He worked me perfectly, and I got to watch my own face in the mirror behind his back. A stranger fucking me until my face was a mask of pleasure as I came. I swallowed down my cries as best as I could and he kissed me roughly.

He pulled free of me and tugged me off the counter. He spun me until I was face-to-face with myself in the mirror, my hands planted on the glass.

He moved in close behind me, spread me, and worked his cock into me slowly. The angle was perfect for him to hit my G-spot with every thrust. He moved in quick jerking motions. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Flirty put his hands over my hands and pinned them there. He rocked into me in a steady motion, my pussy clenching around him. The pleasure was overwhelming. I felt like I was going to come again at any moment. Then I thought of recounting all of this for Frankie as he ate my pussy and fucked me, and that made it so much better.

“Your pussy just keeps getting tighter and tighter,” he growled in my ear.

I opened my eyes and he was staring at me in the mirror from over my shoulder.

He smiled. “It gets tighter and tighter, and when I think it can’t get any tighter — ” He rammed into me hard and I gasped. That thrust lifted me up on my tiptoes. “Your cunt proves me wrong.”

I came. I felt the rush of fluid flow out of me, over his cock, down the tops of my thighs. My pussy spasmed so hard, my head felt buzzy and light.

I expected him to come then, but he surprised me again, moving me. I’d become a big rag doll, boneless and lax. He pushed me gently back onto the chaise lounge and got down between my legs. He started to lap at my drenched pussy like a man possessed.

I watched his pink tongue dart out and slide along my clit, watched him suck my clit so hard that tiny stars appeared in my vision. I knew he was going to make me come again. That was his goal. I had no complaints.

“I like watching you get off,” he said, mouth pressed to my inner thigh. His fingers plunged into me, slid against my slick channel, pressed and played along the perfect spots. My pussy clenched his driving fingers.

“See?” He whispered to my pussy. “So fucking tight.”

The rumble and tickle of his voice on my clit was intoxicating. Someone knocked, and my body bowed from pleasure and shock.

He didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers. He simply raised his head and growled. “Occupied. Try the next one.”

I pushed my pelvis up to meet his eager lips. His mouth was slick with my juices, his eyes hooded and intense. He met my gaze and carefully stuck his tongue out, dragging it over my clit repeatedly until I lost it.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” I grunted as I came. My back arched. My body was spent.

He tugged me up and I went willingly. I sat there at the bottom of the chaise lounge, my entire body beating like a giant pulse from the rush of pleasure I’d experienced.

He pushed his cock into my mouth. Pulled it free. Painted my own saliva over my bottom lip like he was applying gloss.

I moved my head to swallow him down, but he held it tightly between his large hands. I could hear the hiss of my ears ringing as he made it clear he would take my mouth in his own time.

I stayed there, tongue moving as much as allowed, as he slid in and out. dragging his big dick over my lips and tongue. When he pushed deep, I sucked air through my nose and felt him tickle the back of my throat.

His movements became faster, his need growing. He pulled free of my lips and I whispered, “Fuck my mouth. Come on my tongue.”

He groaned and then laughed softly. “Must be my lucky night.”

I moaned around his cock, knowing the vibration would work its way up his dick and into his pelvis. I reached out and cupped his balls in my left hand.

Another knock. Another jolt of fear. Another muttered “occupied” from him.

I buried my hand between my slick thighs and started to finger myself.

He saw and muttered “Jesus,” his thrusts into my mouth growing rougher.

I played with my pussy as I sucked him, and when it became too much I came, my cunt clenching my driving fingers.

He held my head and drove deep and filled my mouth. He shuddered over me.

Another knock and before he could answer my manager’s voice called out my name, asking if I was okay.

“Coming!” I said. Then I looked up at him and winked before grabbing my dress off the bathroom floor.