Just a little fantasy of my dirty mind
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The bar was crowded . She pushed her way through the people and glanced around. It took her a minute before she spotted him . She smiled to herself and started toward him, her black heels sticking to the floor with every step.
She cleared her throat and playfully squeezed Peter's shoulder.
"Got a hot date?" She teased.
"She's already here" Peter shot back with a wink and a wide grin. She slipped her coat off, then her scarf, and she caught him steal a quick glance toward her chest. Secretly pleased, she turned her body toward him. She was wearing a black dress, it was tight and low cut and made her boobs look amazing. It was her secret weapon outfit, and she felt especially sexy when she paired it with those high heels. She curled her hair through her fingers and leaned over the table, pushing her breasts together.
"You look so fucking gorgeous" he said as Olivia sipped the water in front of her and caught some ice in her lips.
"And you look so fucking handsome" she fingered the menu gently for a moment and could have sworn she saw Peter blush. He was cute when he blushed, and she loved to see that flush of color come across those cheeks. Hell, he was cute even when he wasn't blushing. And he was even cuter when he started talking. So damn smart. It was so sexy when he opened his mouth that Olivia could feel a tingle stir in her belly just thinking about it. She wondered what else his mouth was good at.
The waitress approached and took their orders. She smiled at him. Their Fridays always went the same way. They met at the bar down the block chatted about anything, ate, drank and laughed. It was their weekly ritual. They started dating two month ago and they felt as horny as the first day.
She was knocked back to reality when she felt his knee gently land against hers. A chill ran up her back and her heart beat fast for a minute. They'd never actually had sex in a public place, even though she'd fantasized about it almost every day. Ok. Every day. Deep, dark fantasies about ravaging him in her office or in his office or in his car in the parking lot. Anywhere.
She let her knee rest back on his while they all talked and couldn't help but let her hand brush against his thigh when she positioned her napkin on her lap. She let her fingers linger on him for a brief second. She definitely noticed him blush that time.
They drank their bourbon, talking about random topics. At 11 pm they were ready to leave the bar
"I'm going to hit the restroom before we go" He looked directly at her and as she gazed back she felt his hand slide on her the top of her leg. He gave it a quick stroke and was out of the booth. She watched him go but he didn't turn around. In her head, she counted to 15.
Olivia knew what he meant. They talked about having sex in a public restroom before and she was nervous as hell that this was really happening. She slid out of the booth and headed to the restroom. She was so fucking wet already.
She found him in the back of the bar, waiting for her. Silently, he opened the door to the men's room and glanced in. He didn't need words. She walked in and looked around to make sure it was empty. He came up behind her and stood close. She could feel his breath on her shoulder as his lips gently brushed against her. Her heart stopped. He slid his hand around her waist and guided her into the stall in front of them. Once she heard the door lock shut she turned to face him. They were body to body. She could feel his heart beat. He was a little bit taller than she was, and as she looked at him he took her face in his hands. They were so big, but soft and she turned her mouth into his palm and kissed it. He moaned softly and pressed his lips to hers, hard. It took her breath away.
She ran her hands up his chest and through his hair as this tongue pushed her lips apart and found its way into her mouth. He could feel that her body was tense, nervous. He gently took her lip in his teeth and felt her body melt into him. That was all he needed to go from firm to rock fucking solid. He pushed himself against her.
"See what you do to me?" He whispered hotly.
"Mmmm...Wait until you see what I do to you." She murmured back. She sat him down on the toilet and landed hard on his lap. He slipped his hands under her skirt and found her already soaking wet. Her lower half was throbbing and she moaned loudly when he touched her. She was already so hot. He cupped her and quickly found her clit, pushing her legs apart farther, and drawing small, firm circles in her as she unbuttoned his dark jeans. She wiggled over him as her breath got fast and shallow.
"Fuck Liv you're so wet baby" he groaned in her ear.
She moaned when he pushed two fingers deep into her, throwing her head back and taking a deep breath to compose herself.
"Oh god Peterrr fuckkk" she hissed grabbing his hair.
He took that opportunity to put his mouth on her neck, and bite her softly, still working his fingers deep. She freed his aching cock from his boxers and she moaned as she felt him. She gave him a few strong tugs, bit her lip, looked deep into his eyes and guided him into her, never breaking his intent stare. She came down halfway on his lap, and then slid back up. He gasped and grabbed her ass, pushing her all the way down into him. As she drove herself around her lap he moved his hands up the sides of her body, and the fingers that were just inside her found their way into her mouth. She sucked them hard, her tongue circling through each finger. Her teeth gently moving up and down each one. The taste of herself made her move faster in his lap.
Peter breath grew rapid. He was ready to explode. He buried his face into her breasts to stop from screaming her name. His body shook and he pushed himself deeper into her. He pulled his fingers from her lips and brushed the hair from the side of her face, grabbing a fistful and guiding her toward him. He pulled her mouth to his so he could taste her. His tongue traced a path around her juicy lips. He could taste her sweetness and he wanted more.
They were moving faster now, in unison, their mouths locked and their hands exploring each other, nails sinking into flesh, gasping into each other's mouths.
Olivia broke their deep kiss and leaned into Peter's ear. She nipped his earlobe and wishpered in his ear "Cum in me. Now. I want to feel all of you."
Her hot breath sent him over the edge. Peter couldn't keep it together any more. He let go and felt her walls tighten hard around him, sucking him in even deeper.
"Fuckkk. That's so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot." His words spilled out in in jagged gasps. His body shook and a chill ran up his back. He legs felt numb as she released him and kissed him once more, gently and softly this time. He smiled deep into her eyes, drunk on her.
Silently, she rose up off of his lap, dripping, and pulled her skirt down. "See you back at the table." She winked.
He groaned. She will be the death of him.
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