Continuation of Fancy Dinner.
Stopping short of the men's room, looking around to make sure nobody's watching, I slip into the ladies room right behind you. Sure no one else is in there, you lead me to the stall. Slamming me back against the door of the stall, you kiss me passionately, running your hands across my chest, down over my stomach, to the bulge in my pants. While you undo my belt, our tongues dart around, over, and through each other, the passion building to a crescendo.
My pants undone, with your leg wrapped around mine, I run my hand up the outside of your thigh, pulling the little black dress up, caressing your firm ass as the anticipation builds. Rubbing my manhood against your pussy, I feel that you're still wet from "dinner".
You begin to kiss my neck, moving down to my chest, my stomach, I'm now trembling with anticipation. You take me in your mouth, each stoke of your tongue bringing me closer to climax. Just before I come, you stop, stand up, and lead me out of the stall to the sink.
"What if we get caught?" I ask
"What are they gonna do, kick us out?" you reply
You kiss me, I put both hands on your ass, lifting you onto the countertop. As you wrap your legs around me, I slide my manhood into your increasingly wet pussy. Your legs pull me into you, your tongue darts more quickly, and moans escape from deep within you. Your fingers dig into my back as I explode inside you, your orgasm, violent and intense, coming just as mine finishes. The mixture of our juices runs down your leg onto the countertop.
Sweating, panting, I help you down from the counter. You straighten your dress, check your hair, I adjust my tie and fasten my pants. You exit first, then signal the "all clear" to me.
We return to our table, signal for the waitor, and order our "dessert".
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