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At a quiet corner table they ordered their dinner and drinks—Bacardi 151 and Coke for Peter and a margarita for Susan. After the 3rd drink they both started relaxing.
As Peter leaned forward to take the last bite of his lobster he felt something press against the swelling between his legs.
Cough cough. “Uhhhhhhhhh, how’s your lobster?” Peter asked.
Susan grinned back mischievously, “It’s okay but I’m actually in the mood for something a little more filling. You know, some really mouthwatering beef.”
“Check please!” yelled Peter.
Peter excused himself to go to the restroom. Susan sat there for a minute then she smiled slowly and got up from the table.
In the men’s room all the urinals were taken so Peter stepped into the stall next to the wall. Not really paying attention, he pushed the stall door closed and it swung back open. Susan had slipped into the stall with Peter and closed the door behind her. She brought her finger up to his lips and said “Shhhhhhh, I’m still hungry.”
As she undid his belt and unzipped his pants her petite hand reached in and grasped his penis. Using his dick as a handle, she turned him around and put the toilet seat down and sat on the lid, which put her face-to-crotch with him. She grabbed at his clothing and tried pulling them down as Peter wiggled them loose.
“But the rules were no sex,” he whispered.
“I know, but we’re not having sex,” his pants hit his ankles. “Yet.”
He reached for the top of the stall walls with both hands and closed his eyes as she ran her fingers down the length of his swelling shaft. She watched it grow with a knowing grin, aware that he was anticipating the feel of her smooth red lips wrapping around it. Peter moaned softly to himself as she traced the veins of his manhood with her tongue.
His ecstasy built as she looked up at him. Gazing into his eyes, she took the tip into her mouth and let her tongue draw against the sensitive fold of skin on the head. He pulled on the walls of the stall, making them creak, as she slowly inched her way down the length of his pulsing shaft.
The other men in the restroom weren’t sure what to make of the soft moaning in the last stall. A few peered under the stall walls but all they saw was a pair of feet facing the toilet with his trousers around his ankles. Susan was sitting cross-legged on the toilet seat.
Peter looked down. He could see down her dress, view her naked skin, her glorious breasts.
She reached her hands around his torso, grabbed his butt cheeks in her hands, and pulled him forward in a slow rhythmic motion. Each time she sucked him deeper into her mouth. His penis twitched as she paused for breath and licked the underside. She made soft, moaning sounds while pleasuring him. At the end of each pull she would suck on the tip with her lips, catch her breath and start again. His breathing was quickening and she could taste how close he was. She stopped for a second, gasped for breath, and then started a more aggressive and vigorous attack on his throbbing manhood. He pulled hard on the walls, shuddering as she drew him all the way into her mouth. Susan tilted her head to the side and pulled him against her until the tip of his penis hit the back of her throat.
He was not sure if it was the fact that what she was doing felt absolutely glorious or that they were in a public place, but he was losing control. Susan wrapped her fingers around the back of his legs and slid them along the crease of his thigh and butt. She dug her nails in his tightened scrotum, her mouth a wet cavern for his shaft.
Peter completely lost control. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as his knees nearly buckled. He shook as he flooded her mouth with his essence. Over and over he gushed and she did not slow until he was spent. She took a tissue and wiped the sides of her mouth.
Susan stood up and unlocked the door. As she stepped out, she pinched Peter’s ass and kissed him on the cheek. She walked up to the mirror and the men stepped closer to the urinals. While Susan reapplied her deep red lipstick with the slow strokes across her moist lips, each man fantasized about what Peter had just gotten. They imagined themselves in his place as Susan recapped her lipstick and strolled out the door.
Peter staggered out of the stall, washed his hands and rinsed the sweat off his face. Once he was able, he walked out to the table where Susan was sitting. She smiled and winked at him as he sat down.
The waiter stepped up and asked how dinner was.
“Everything was good,” Peter said.
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“Would either of you like some dessert?”
“No, I’ve already had mine.” Susan replied as she licked her lips and put her foot back into Peter’s lap. “Besides we have a movie to catch.”
The Long Distance Love Affair
As she sat on the plane for her rendezvous with destiny, Kate wondered to herself. Am I crazy or what?
Here she is, 28, petite, cute as a button with long, curly, light-brown hair, and still insecure about men.
It all began as harmless fun online. Nobody ever meets ‘Mr. Right’ on the net. There may be an occasional lucky person, but generally it’s a wash out. Now here she is, flying 3000 miles to meet a guy she doesn’t really know. He’d generously paid for her trip and a hotel room. They’d chatted for hours at a time, talked on the phone and even exchanged pictures, but they’d never actually met.
The closer her plane got to its final destination, the more Kate’s nerves started to take over. Obviously, she needed a little buffer to help her relax. Vodka sounded like a good buffer; screwdrivers have always helped her relax. After the fifth one, she was definitely feeling a little mellower, and a little number. Airline peanuts and screwdrivers, the true breakfast of champions.
As the plane taxied into the terminal, Kate had one final shot and a last look at the picture of Bill through slightly blurred vision. Bill was a tall man with salt and pepper hair, above-average looks and a nice physique. Not bad for an older man.
