To onlookers, two seemingly happy couples clink glasses and appear fulfilled with their respective plates.
Underneath, we play footsie, as unsated hunger fires within our crotches.
Why is the forbidden so delectable?
“Excuse me. Ladies room,” I say, feeling flushed.
I exit the stall and there lust stands with ravenous eyes.
She pushes me back into the stall and closes the door. As her lipstick smears mine, we dig into panties, strumming each other’s clits to rapid explosions.
Appetites finally satisfied.
Smiling at our reflection in the mirror, we reapply our lipstick and return to our unsuspecting husbands.
