I was sitting alone at the far end of the restaurant, my dress riding a little higher than polite, sipping a glass of wine I wasn’t really tasting. The chandeliers reflected off the polished tableware, but all I could focus on was the man in the corner of my eye — the one who hadn’t been able to take his gaze off me for the last ten minutes.
He froze for a second, caught off guard by my words. Then a slow grin spread across his face. “Oh, I was just… admiring the view,” he said, his tone a little too smooth.
I raised an eyebrow. “The view? Is that what you’re calling it?”
He leaned slightly forward, and I noticed how easily his arm brushed mine. “Maybe. But I’d rather get a closer look. If you don’t mind.”
I smiled, leaning back, letting him linger in my personal space just enough to drive him a little crazy. “I don’t mind,” I said softly. “But you’ll have to earn it.”
“Oh,” he said, “how do I do that?”
I left my booth and went to sit opposite him.
“Well, my friend has bailed on me, so I’m alone. Dinner would be a good start. Maybe I’ll let you touch one of my legs.”
“What about the other one?” He asked.
“Drinks help,” I smirked.
The waiter came over to the booth and asked us for our order. The man ordered chicken for me, fine. He got a steak, probably trying to prove his manhood or something. I studied him as he spoke with the waiter. He was cute, not chiselled in a movie star way, but in a “I’ve dated worse” one.
“…And a bottle of wine each please,” I caught him saying.
Each! Well, he wanted me drunk. Maybe he knows how I get when I’ve had a few too many. We talked a lot while waiting for our food, and then some more while eating. He actually seemed like a down-to-earth person, He was in town on business; he knew nobody and didn’t have any plans for the rest of the evening. He told a joke that made me laugh; I brushed my hair out of my face and held his gaze as he settled into another story about his work.
I gulped my wine and went to pour another glass. The bottle was empty. My head was starting to feel slightly fuzzy. He lifted his bottle and filled my glass halfway, until his dribbled the last drop.
“Cheers,” he said as we clinked them together. He sipped his, I downed mine.
Drunkenness started to take over my body. He started talking, but I couldn’t focus; my vision blurred. Playfully, I kicked off my high heels and stretched my leg out to find his. My foot stroked his calf, and he twitched, but said nothing. Seeing how far I could take this before he stopped me, my foot rose higher towards his thigh. Still no reaction. I let it linger there, but he still acted like nothing was happening.
My foot climbed his leg until it reached his groin; I pointed my toes and found a bulge between his legs. My tights stretched as I played with his balls. His eyes flickered as I rubbed his crotch. I rested my elbow on the table and gazed directly into his eyes as my toes did the work. I could feel his cock stirring. Good.
A naughty thought crept into my head. I looked around and saw people conversing with each other, everyone absorbed in their own situation. Our booth was slightly secluded. I grinned, and the man looked at me as if to say, “What are you thinking?”
I ‘clumsily’ knocked my napkin on the floor, and caught his eye before I dove under the table to retrieve it. My dress rode up, and I flashed my knickers as my body disappeared. There was a faint voice as the man muttered, “Nice ass”, and my cheeks flushed. My heart raced, pounding in my chest as the dull noise from the other customers outside of the booth electrified my body. I looked up, and his bulge was inches from my face. My body slowed down as I gazed at his tight package, taking a heavy breath to compose myself.
Carefully, I reached out and silently unzipped his trousers, fumbling with the zipper as my hands shook. Still trembling, I reached inside and pushed over his elastic to find his semi-erect cock. I pulled it free — fucking hell, bigger than I gave him credit for, and the girth on it was fantastic. I felt a surge of adrenaline and dread. I wanted it so badly, more than I’d thought, but it was bigger than any I’d ever had. Driven on by alcohol and pure horniness, I sank my mouth over his shaft, stretching my lips as wide as they could go to accommodate his size. He gasped and expertly covered it with a cough. My mouth curled at the corner as my head slowly pulled up along his shaft, and then it slid easily to the back of my throat, and I slurped along his length, trying to keep the noise down enough so that we weren’t caught.
“Nnngggh,” I gagged, but I increased my pace, driven on by the pure naughtiness of his head pushing against my tonsils under the table. I could hear the man struggling to keep his excitement contained. Both of his legs were trembling as I enthusiastically grabbed his base with my hand and bobbed my head against his crotch, his warm head pushing my cheek out, and my tongue flicked against him.
I felt his cock harden further as my lips tightened around him. The suction was incredible, and I opened my throat to bring him as far down as I could before rolling my tongue over his tip and letting his dick fall out of my mouth.
Finding the napkin, I returned to my seat and sat as though nothing had happened.
“Well, at least I know what a bottle of wine does,” he said.
“It can do more in the right place,” I winked.
There was a brief pause, and I wondered if I’d gone too far.
Then he leaned over, his breath tickled my neck, “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you?”
I was slightly shocked at how bold he’d become.
“Fuckin’ soaking,” I whispered.
We both looked at each other for a second. I was certain we were both thinking the same thing. He took my hand, and we stood from the booth. I looked back at the wet patch I left on the seat.
We quickly headed to the bathroom, and I pushed open the ladies’ door. The coast was clear, and we crept inside, cutting off the noise from the restaurant. I was no longer thinking about my actions, my brain just filled with lust, forcing my body to act on animal instincts and right now, all I could think about was having him inside me. Pushing him into a cubicle, I locked the door behind us, and he fell onto the toilet seat, sitting in shock as I fumbled with the belt of his trousers before finally pulling them from his legs.
His cock sprang free; I took a second to admire its thickness again. It seemed even bigger and more inviting than under the table, and my pussy ached for it. Then, my brain bypassed any decorum, and I hungrily devoured it again. My mouth dripped with saliva as I hungrily sucked every inch of his shaft. He moaned louder; this time, he could afford to let himself go. The sound echoed off the enclosed walls and over the top into the room. I fervently bobbed, slurped and gagged on his monster; the noise of my suction on his shaft bounced around inside the cubicle. My pace increased with his constant affirmation.
“Oh fuck, yes!! Oh God, you’re so fucking good.”
For a moment, I was surged on by his praise, greedily consuming his entire cock, a smile crept over my face, and he fell out of my mouth.
My body was full of primal lust, my cheeks burned, and my pussy wanted him. I grabbed my dress at the shoulders and pulled it over my head, standing there in only my tights and lace red knickers — there was no need for a bra with this dress. My tits hung slightly low, and the dull light barely showed off their perky shape.
The man stared at my tits; they were firm and easily a good handful. He traced an outline of his lips with his tongue as he took in the sight before him, his arousal standing to attention, clear for me to see. I let him soak it in, pushing my ass out slightly as I pulled my tights and knickers off together. His eyes widened as I fully exposed my naked body to him. The cold air hit my pussy, causing it to twitch, loving every minute of his gaze, teasing him, but also soaked and ready for his cock.
Then a wicked thought crept into my head as I held my drenched, lace knickers between my fingers.
“Open wide,” I demanded.
The man shot me a confused look and then opened his mouth obediently; I stuffed my juice-soaked underwear between his lips, muffling his objections. Without thinking further, I stepped forward and straddled him, my entrance hovering over his fully erect penis. My body quivered as I lowered a touch, letting his head brush against my dripping labia. It was torture for both of us as he desperately tried to pull me down, and my cunt trembled. My body needed him inside me, and slowly I lowered my drenched pussy onto his throbbing cock. The lips spread as his tip pushed into me, a shot of electricity raced up my spine, and my cheeks burned as his shaft filled my hungry cunt, gobbling it up until I reached his base.
The walls of the cubicle melted away as I felt him glide effortlessly into me, “Unghhhh,” I mumbled, a long guttural moan escaped me, as he thrust his hips upwards, hitting my cervix. The sensation was both a mix of pain and pleasure; my world was dissolving around me, and I wanted more. I bit my lip as I began to rock on his hips, moving my body against his. I could feel him hitting against my walls, his thick cock pushing me to my limits, stretching beyond what I’d ever felt before. My hands dug into his thighs as I anchored myself. I settled into a slow, easy rhythm, grinding my ass against him, my tits bounced in his face as his cock explored my cunt, his head rubbed against my walls, and my back arched with each rock. It was too much; my body trembled, but it was like a drug, and I needed more. A whimper escaped me as I tried to stifle the urge to cry out in ecstasy.
“Oh God, don’t you dare fucking stop!” I panted.
Feeling the need to step it up, I moved my hips faster, lifting my ass up slightly as I increased the pace. The slapping of skin on skin grew louder as our bodies collided. I no longer cared how much noise we made; I wanted everyone to hear how much he was tearing my insides apart. My breathing grew heavy, and I could barely think as his thick cock stretched me, my legs tiring from bouncing so hard and enthusiastically.
I moved my hands to his shoulders as I increased the pace further, my breathing heavy as I lifted my body from his legs and slapped down on his thighs. His groans were continuing to be muffled by my knickers, and I gave him a cheeky smile, biting my lip as he thrust aggressively into me.
My breath quickened further still, like my heart was going to explode, and my chest tightened as I panted with each slap of my ass on his crotch. Then I felt it inside me. His cock expanded and throbbed. It swelled inside of me; the pressure was unbearable as I finally let out a great cry, which filled the room. I felt my own orgasm wash through my body and over his thick member.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuck! Oh God, you’re so fucking big!!”
He thrust his hips into my ass and grunted through my knickers into my ear as he shot inside me, his cum spilling out into my pussy, the warmth spreading in my loins. His cock pumped again as I felt his ropes.
“That was fucking good,” I said breathlessly. My face beamed.
I collapsed onto his chest, took my knickers in my teeth and pulled them from his mouth. His breath was heavy; he tried to speak but struggled.
I stood up from him as his cock fell out of me, cum splattering as I attempted to pick up my dress.
I pulled my knickers back over my legs to cover my slit and catch any more that fell, then slid my dress back on and smoothed it out. I adjusted myself as my legs stuck to the fabric and held my tights in my hand. He stood and pulled his trousers up and tucked his cock back in his boxers, his fingers struggling to fasten his belt.
When we both looked acceptable, he unlocked the cubicle and stepped outside. He quickly ran before a woman, admiring herself in the mirror, objected. My heart had calmed by the time I left the cubicle. The woman flicked her eyes my way as she applied her lipstick in the mirror. “Well, it sounds like you had fun.”
“Yeah,” I panted. “Best meal I’ve had in months.”