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He stood near the back of the restaurant, drumming his fingers on the bar in time to the rain drops he could hear outside the window. It was a slow day at work. The restaurant was only a quarter full and that was an optimistic count. Spring had come late this year. The downpour of rain had started three days ago and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. The restaurant was taking on a damp feeling and most people seemed content to stay home which meant long days at work and scant tips. It had to end sometime. The sun would eventually come out and then standing still during happy hour would be a distant memory. The sound of the front door opening brought him out of his thoughts and back to the 8 pm lull that surrounded him.
The first thing he saw was a black umbrella and a tan trench coat. The umbrella folded up to reveal the profile of a tall woman with long blond hair. His fingers stopped drumming the bar. Her eyes scanned the restaurant as she ran her right hand through her hair, brushing off the occasional stray raindrop. The hostess approached her and the woman indicated a table for one. As she was being led to the other side of the restaurant, the woman stopped and glanced in his direction. A few words he couldn't decipher escaped from her full, red lips and the hostess paused. They both turned in their tracks and headed towards the bar area. As he watched her walk, he noticed there was a subtle roll to her hips and the trench coat swayed to reveal long legs and a floral pencil skirt. She turned her back to him, removing her coat and as she did, he saw the outline of a firm, full behind. His mouth went dry and he instinctively cleared his throat. There was a warm sensation growing between his legs. The hostess returned to her post leaving the woman alone in the bar. Before he began walking in her direction, he tugged at the waistband on his pants to readjust himself. This was going to be interesting.
"Hello. What can I get for you?" he asked. Please say me. Please say me – he thought over and over again.
She looked up from her menu and his breath caught in his throat. Her light blue eyes bored into his and small smile started at the left hand corner of her luscious mouth. She licked her lower lip before she began to speak. She raised her head, thinking, and began to play with her necklace. "I'll have a glass of white wine to start. Whatever you have open is fine." He could smell her perfume, a mix of flowers and musk, drifting towards him. It was all he could do to nod yes and meet her gaze before walking away. He hadn't felt like this in years.
He returned to her table with the wine and took her order. She gave him slight smile as he took her menu and the first two fingers of her right hand grazed his. He looked down into her face and he swore she was undressing him with her eyes. She uncrossed and re-crossed her long legs and he got a glimpse of lace on her thigh at the top of her panty hose just under the hem of her skirt. He left to place her order in the kitchen, his head swimming with a million thoughts. It was all he could do not to run into any tables on the way.
As he waited for her order, he stood just out of her line of sight so he could watch her. Just as he began to wonder what her neck looked like under that blond hair, she reached around and lifted it off her shoulders. Just his luck. The long, creamy column disappeared into a black blouse. She turned sideways and he could see the outline of her large breasts. The air kicked on and he could see her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her blouse. She instinctively crossed her arms across her chest in response. He swore under his breath and ran his hand across his forehead in an effort to clear his mind. Her order was up.
He delivered her meal and stepped back behind the bar. A waitress brought him a large drink order for another table and he was forced to focus on other things for a while. He occasionally looked over and watched her eat as she glanced through a stack of papers she had pulled from her purse. She had a habit of biting her lower lip as she thought which made him wonder what it would be like to have her chew on him. He could think of a few places he would like to have that mouth. After a while when he saw she was done he approached the table again. They began to chat about the weather and the empty nature of the restaurant. He asked her what she did for a living. Turns out she just got off work at one of the hospitals in town. She was doctor but wouldn't say what kind. Suddenly he pictured her running her hands along his chest and down his shoulders in an exam room, leaning close to run her fingers down his neck. He shook his head ever so slightly and returned to the sound of her voice.
"Which way is the restroom?" she asked and he pointed the wall just cattycorner to the bar. "Thank you" she mouthed and she rose, her body brushing past him. She left her coat in the booth and the umbrella on the table. He started picking up her plate and napkin and then he saw it. There was something scrawled on the napkin in blue ink.
"You. Me. Bathroom in a five min." He almost dropped the plate. He read and reread the message just to make sure he had it right. His mind went blank for a second as it dawned on him what was happening. He glanced at his watch and proceeded to wait the longest five min of his life. As he walked back to the restroom, he tugged at his shirt collar. Suddenly it was hot in the restaurant.
As he rounded the corner the door to the women's restroom slipped open and a hand grabbed the front of his shirt. Before he knew what was happening, she had him pinned against the wall inside. He threw his hands up in surrender as she brought her right knee up to meet the wall at his side. She reached up next to him and threw the deadbolt on the door.
"Hi" she said as she looked up at him threw her lashes. "I hope you don't mind. It's just that, well, I have problem I need help with." She ran her hands up his chest on the outside of his shirt.
"Sure. What can I do?" he responded. His hands were still slightly raised and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his chin.
"I hope this isn't too forward but the moment I saw you across the restaurant, I became hungry. Not for food. I saw you and I knew I needed you" she said as she dipped her fingers into the waist of his pants. "I need you to screw me. I need your cock inside me. Is that something you can help me with?"
He looked into her face. He was never more okay with an idea in his entire life. He nodded yes and put his right hand behind her head, bringing her lips to meet his. They both exhaled at the same time and he dove his tongue into her mouth. She smelled like arousal and tasted like a mixture of honey and white wine. The fingers on his left hand wandered up her thigh and he felt the lace he got a glimpse of earlier. She moaned and he continued up under her skirt to butt. He felt the lace of her panties as he gripped her ass. She ground herself into him and he could feel the heat escaping from between her legs. He heard the zipper on his pants just before he turned, switching positions with her. He pinned her back to the wall as he undid the top half of her blouse revealing a red lace bra. He made trail down her neck and moved the material aside on her left breast. A low growl escaped her lips as he took her nipple into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped his head. He paid his respects to her other nipple and then looked up into her eyes. He knew in that moment he could do this again and again and again with this woman. Something seemed more than right.
She ran her tongue across his lower lip as he slid his hand between her legs. The moisture he found put the rain to shame. He pushed her panties aside and ran his finger across her southern lips. This time she moaned. Loud. He hoped no one needed this restroom for a few more min. He was stopping if anyone knocked. He slid his finger up inside her and was surprised how tight she felt. Her inner muscles quivered and he knew she hadn't been lying. She needed him. As if she was reading his mind, he felt her reaching down, pulling on his member. It sprang his pants as she dropped to her knees. He placed his hands up on the wall as she took him full into her mouth. He ground his hips lightly into her face and she sucked like there was no tomorrow. He put his hand behind her head so she wouldn't bang it into the wall as she bobbed back and forth. He threw his head back and heard the word "yes" escaping his lips. Just before he came, she stopped and stood. She hooked her ankle around his waist and he again slipped his hand between her legs.
"I need you" she panted, her breath coming in little gasps.
"Do you?" he asked in a low, quiet voice. "What exactly do you need? I want to hear you say it."
"I need you to fuck me" she said as she looked at him. She was pleading with her eyes and he had no intention of denying her.
He pushed her against the wall again and he felt the fabric of her skirt on his cock. He raised the material up a little higher and she parted her legs a little farther. He found the entrance to her desire and pushed. He grunted a little as he felt her walls squeezing around him. Once he was completely inside he paused, finding her mouth again. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, and ran his fingertips down her face. Her eyes met his and he started to tremble. He couldn't hold off any longer. He started to thrust and pulled her into his arms. They were both grunting in unison at the passionate and animalistic nature of their need. He lost himself in the sounds and smells of her, the feel of her fingers on the back of his neck, her palm on his ass, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe. She came hard and fast, her scream muffled in his shoulder. He thought twice about pulling out in an effort to stop his own climax but he couldn't help himself. This woman was enough to drive him mad. His pace quickened and he grabbed her round, firm behind. He thrust deeper and deeper as he felt the heat creep up his neck. His orgasm exploded out of him and he didn't bother trying to muffle the sounds of his passion – restaurant be dammed. He collapsed against her and for a moment, he could feel the thunder of their hearts beating together. She kissed the top of his head and dropped her leg to the ground. He stepped back and watched her adjust her skirt.
When they were both put back together, he watched her unlock the deadbolt and exit the bathroom. It took him a min to realize what had just conspired. He leaned against the cold tile with his eyes shut as. The bathroom now smelled of sex and he could still taste her. As he exited the restroom, he felt himself getting hard again but he did his best to focus on the image before him.
The restaurant was now mostly empty. There was one table in back with two couples and they were completely engrossed in a loud conversation punctuated with laughter. There were two older ladies towards the front. The woman was gone and there was some money to cover her bill on the table. His heart sank as he realized he didn't get to say goodbye. He checked his watch and was relieved to see he was almost off. For the remainder of his shift, he busied himself with menial tasks in an effort to keep his mind off of her. An hour later, the rain actually came to a stop and a few more customers entered as he was walking to his car.
As he placed his hand on the handle to the driver's side door, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Without even thinking, he hit talk and put it to his ear.
"Hello" he said as he slid into the car.
"Hey there," the familiar voice of his wife responded. "How was work?"
"Interesting, to say the least" he replied as he slipped the key into the ignition. "Have you eaten dinner?"
"Uh huh" she said. "I was famished earlier but I found something that hit the spot."
"Oh, really?" he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice. He stared out the front windshield with a smile on his face.
She chuckled. "Yup. I hope you didn't mind earlier. I love you and I just couldn't help myself. Thank you for helping me out with my little problem." She paused and he heard the sheets of their bed rustle in the background. "Hurry home. I want dessert."