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A few moments later, a waitress stops by and replaces the empties with another full beer. A familiar peach scent wafts around me. Instantly, my cock twitches and I get a semi. I glance to my left, then right, the owner of the familiar sweet scent nowhere in sight. All I have to do is smell peaches and my dick gets hard. Great. I reach down and adjust myself in my slacks.
My phone lights up with an incoming message. When I look down, Parisa’s name pops up on the screen.
Parisa
I’ll be there in a few. I have a surprise for you.
I like your surprises.
Parisa
Who else is at Porter’s?
Just me and Trey, but Trey is occupied at the bar.
Parisa
I’m walking in.
As soon as I read that last message, I glance up at the door. Parisa strolls in, looks my way, and our eyes connect. A smile instantly lights up her face. I rise to my feet and greet her. I lean down to give her a kiss and she sides steps me.
“Not here.” Her voice is a low whisper. She takes off her coat and hangs it over the back of the chair. “Trey still at the bar?”
I glance that way and back down to Parisa. “Yeah.”
“Follow me.” She grabs my hand and leads me along the perimeter of the bar to avoid any run ins with Trey. Once we reach a hallway, she stops. On the left side is the men’s room and on the right the women’s. Parisa contemplates her choices for two seconds before she’s tugging me to the left. When we reach the door, she pushes it open. Double checking to make sure it’s empty, she kneels to peer under the stalls. She stands and whirls around, pulling a sign out of her purse. With a muffled slap she sticks it to the outside then shuts the door and turns the lock.
“What did you put on the door?”
“An out of order sign. I figured it would buy us some extra time with no interruptions.”
“That’s actually…genius.”
Parisa raises one shoulder before dropping it, giving me a sly smile. “But now, I never thought I would utter the words ‘make this quick’ when referring to sex, but make this quick.”
She hops up on the counter, shifting her long skirt so the hem bunches at her knees, and spreads her legs. I take that as an invitation and nestle between them. Cupping her cheeks, my thumbs caress her soft skin, and I press my lips to hers. She tilts her head to give me better access as I kiss along her jawline. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her peach scent. Only this time, I know where the source is. My deep breath causes Parisa to shiver.
“Did you just sniff me?”
“I guess I did. I love that you smell like peaches. Except my dick gets confused sometimes. Like earlier, someone walked by with a similar smell, and I got hard.”
Parisa lets out a chuckle. “So peaches make you hard?”
“Apparently,” I mumble into her neck. She reaches down and wraps her fingers around my cock that’s now straining against the zipper. I release a groan. “Didn’t you say you had a surprise for me?”
“I did.” She grabs my hand that’s resting on the countertop and slowly drags it up her thigh, under her skirt, until I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck. Did you come here without panties?” I drag my finger down her slit, her wetness coating my finger. Parisa nibbles on her lip and nods. Instinctively, she spreads her legs wider, giving me better access.
“I was hoping we could finish what we started earlier today.”
I peer around at our surroundings. The men’s bathroom at Porter’s. Luckily, Jake keeps this place fairly clean. But right now, my need for Parisa outweighs the thought of having sex in a public bathroom. “You certainly know how to tempt me past my boundaries.” I push a finger inside her needy pussy. I pump once, twice, then I add a second finger. Parisa throws her head back as she rides my fingers. Her sweet moans of ecstasy echo off the tile walls. I lean in, my words a whisper against her lips. “Peach, you have to be quiet, otherwise I’m going to shove my bow tie in your mouth.” Her pussy grips my fingers as if my dirty words turn her on more. “I need to be inside you.” I pull my fingers out and she releases a whimper from the loss. Tugging her off the counter, I turn her around and place her hands on top of the linoleum between the sinks. I grip her chin and stare into her lust filled hazel eyes in the mirror and whisper against her ear. “Now, keep your eyes here. Fixed on me. See what you do to me. How your body is made for mine.”
With my hand still holding her jaw, I use my other hand to undo the button of my pants. I tug them down, along with my boxer briefs, so they rest just above my knees. Gripping my cock, I run the head up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around. Without thinking, I press the head of my cock into her opening. Her warm heat covers me, inch by glorious inch, until I’m fully seated. She wiggles her ass and presses into me, then it hits me.
“Shit. I’m not wearing a condom. I don’t have a condom.” I start to pull out, but she reaches around to stop me.
“I don’t care. I need you so bad right now.” Again, she wiggles her ass and I use that as my cue to continue. This time, when I pull out, I slam back into her. Her moans echo in the small space.
