I’m finally done with my project and I want to celebrate! The thing is, with whom? Everyone is out of town, and I don’t want to order in. I decide to go for some good Thai or Indian food.

Of course, being Friday, the restaurant I go to is packed. There is a half-hour wait for a table, and even longer for a solo diner. I decide to wait at the bar. I order my wine and start people-watching. There are some pretty interesting looking types in here, almost all of them in couples. A man comes up to the bar to change his table request. He says he has been waiting for a friend, who has just paged him to say he couldn’t show. The bartender says that he’ll let them know, but that he might ask me if he can share a table—we’ll both get to eat sooner. I agree, and the introduction is made.

His name is Robert. I invite him to join my table, whenever it happens to come. He smiles and accepts the offer. He has a very sexy smile. Slow and lazy, like he’s thinking of all the things he could do to you with his mouth. Instantly, I know that this guy is amazing in bed. I give him the same kind of smile. We have made full eye contact by now, and are both grinning at eachothers secrets. Gorgeous green eyes. Dark hair, cut close. Goatee. Strong nose. Broad shoulders. I can almost feel him moving on top of me, just sitting there in the bar. He offers to buy me a drink, and I accept.

As interesting as this guy is, there is something in me that rebels at showing too much interest. After all, I already saw a woman at the bar a little earlier presenting for him like some cat in heat. I don’t really like that kind of company. So I decide to play it cool. Not disinterested, but definitely not readily accessible. He seems to be playing the same game. This guy has got to be a Scorpio. I can feel his sexy buzz in between my thighs. The longer I sit with him, talking politics, music and movies, the stronger it gets. I feel the charge begin to travel up my spine. Is this what Kundlini energy is? Oooh, he moved closer. I can smell a hint of his aftershave, mixed with his skin’s scent. Hmmm. I want to lick his neck and bite his shoulders. I want to stroke his stomach and claw his back in ecstacy. All this time, neither of us has made many breaks in eye contact. Mmmmm, he just moved closer again. I can feel him in my nipples now. Its like they’re on strings, being pulled out of their secret places, achingly stiff for him. I keep glancing at the hint of chest hair that is showing through his unbuttoned collar. I want to rub myself against him and his perfect, manly roughness. I’ve never felt this level of arousal, certainly not with a stranger and definitely not without hours of foreplay/teasing.

He is totally focused on me and our conversation. I can feel his eyes on me, where they move. He keeps glancing at my mouth, my shoulders, my breasts. Everywhere his eyes go, I feel tingling. Like being tickled by a feather. I wonder if I have the same effect on him. My arousal is showing in my eyes. He grins and takes my hand underneath the bar and puts it on his crotch. I can feel his rock-hard cock through his pants. It’s long enough, but unbelievably thick. Gasp! Now the buzz is a burning! Wicked!

“Do you do this often? No. Neither do you. How can you tell? “Your face is too open My body is on fire I’ll bet it’s wet, too. “Absolutely

At this point, our conversation is interrupted by the waitress - our table is ready. He sits close to me in the rounded booth.

We continue our previous conversation. No one else can talk about politics, philosophy, religion, the occult, and music like this guy can. He’s got a brain like a scalpel. Of course, he’s seen all the requisite independent flicks. He keeps dropping his hand down below the table and stroking my thighs. One of these times, I decide to let him know what he’s done to me. I open my thighs, and let him stroke my cunt. My panties are soaked, and he can feel my hard little clit against the fabric. I look over at him, and see his jaw tighten in reaction. Aha! Gotcha! At this point I excuse myself. This is crazy. I’ve got to get myself together.

There’s only one bathroom in this place, and amazingly few people in the restaurant by this time, so I take my time freshening up. I hear a knock on the door. I think that I should let whoever it is in ahead of me, since I’ll be spending some time in there. It’s Robert. He pushes his way in, shuts and locks the door. He pulls me close and kisses me. The desire I’ve felt all night rushes up my spine again, and I almost swoon with the feeling. His hands are everywhere. I feel him tugging at my panties and I moan my permission. He starts fingering my cunt and my slippery clit. I am panting now, undoing his shirt and taking off my top. I want to feel him next to me, his sandpaper chest against my stiff nipples. He pushes his head down to suck and lick my tits. I start wiggling my hips, unable to keep still from the pleasure. He takes his hand away from my cunt and licks his fingers. Mmmm. Such a sweet pussy. Honey pot. He tilts my hips forward and moves his head down. He goes down on his knees and starts licking my pussy. His tongue is just perfect. Not too hard, not too soft. Just right….

Ooooh. Perfection. He sticks his tongue in me and fucks me with it. He sucks and tongues my clit until I feel myself shaking with my coming orgasm. Oooooh! Rooooobert! Aoooh! My pleasure is so intense I’m unaware that I’ve been thrusting and jerking in almost painful, whispered ecstacy. He stands up and kisses me full on the lips. I taste myself on him. I can also feel and smell his arousal. Although this orgasm was beautiful and satisfying, I can feel my arousal mount again with his passionate kisses. I want to satisfy him, to give him what he gave me. But how? My mouth starts watering at the thought of that thick cock I felt earlier. We are still kissing and I start fumbling with his pants. Ah, success. He is just as thick as I thought he would be. He starts thrusting into my hand, which is working his head and balls. He is groaning softly. He takes my hands away from his cock. Can’t do that now. We don’t have any time. Now its my turn to groan. I want him even more, now that I’ve touched him. He pulls away and I get down off the sinktop. What a tease you are, Robert! I turn towards the mirror. Look at this girl. Such a shameless, horny slut! I hope you know what you’ve done. Now I get to dream about how you’d feel inside of me all night. I lean against him and gently rub his cock with my butt. I feel his arm go around my waist and his hand on my back, pushing me down. I spread my legs as wide as I can, and feel him rub his thick head against my clit. Oh, yes. Yes, baby, that’s it. I’m moaning softly now, and I can hear him panting.

We both gasp with the force of his thrust. He is soooo thick. I’ve never had anything like this inside of me before. Its hard and relentless. He’s touching me in places I’ve never been touched before. I can’t decide if it feels good or hurts. He is groaning softly. Oh. So tight! So tight and wet. I start bucking against him. His balls are tight and hard and ready to pop. He is squeezing my tits with one hand and fingering my clit with another. Yes! Split me open! He thrusts even harder and deeper until I start coming again. My pussy squeezes and coaxes him and he finally explodes.

Spent, we both droop with satisfaction. I feel the cool mirror against one cheek and his hot, tired breath against the other. I turn my head to kiss him gently. We sit like that for a minute or two, and then try to get cleaned up and ready to go back to the table. We’ve both been gone for a while, and I don’t want them to think we’ve left without paying. He says he’ll go back first, and then I should come soon after. He reaches out and takes my face in his hand. We kiss again, and go back to finish dinner.