This story will be the same concept I used for:
Alphabet girls (Dean Ambrose)
Colour girls (Braun Strowman)
Element girls (AJ Styles)
Deadly sins girls (Drew McIntyre)
Day girls (Baron Corbin)
Season girls (Jeff Hardy)
Month girls (Roman Reigns)
Scandinavian girls (Buddy Murphy)
Egg girls (Seth Rollins)
Sense girls (Finn Balor)
Eye girls (Damian Priest)
Coffee girls (Aleister Black)
Horror movie girls (Randy Orton)
Citrus fruit girls (Elias)
Weather girls (Edge)
Sun girls (The Miz)
Moon girls (Jimmy Uso)
Wine girls (Jey Uso)
Coin girls (Dolph Ziggler)
Cardinal directions girls (Kevin Owens)
Planet girls (Bray Wyatt)
Crow girls (Sheamus)
Transportation girls (Shinsuke Nakamura)
Hot beverage girls (Grayson Waller)
Salt and pepper girls (Corey Graves)
Continent girls (Luke Gallows)
Bell pepper girls (Karl Anderson)
Vowel girls (LA Knight)
Hair girls (Tommaso Ciampa)
Left and right girls (Kofi Kingston)
Up and down girls (Xavier Woods)
Primary color girls (Eddy Thorpe)
Rat girls (Dexter Lumis)
Tom and Jerry girls (Sami Zayn)
Meal girls (Ludwig Kaiser)
Finger girls (Tama Tonga)
Only with cutlery instead. One story/girl per piece of cutlery. I hope you'll enjoy.
As always, thanks to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and reviews. It means so much to me. You guys make me smile everytime. Thank you so much.
Bronson looked at the table next to him at the woman who was angrily stabbing the food on her plate with a fork. He originally thought she had taken herself out on a date like he had but seeing that fork being used as a potato killer made him think she might have been stood up. She was a cutie in his eyes. Long, black hair that reached her lower back and a pair of soft brown eyes that had looked over at him a few times.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She stopped stabbing her food and turned her head to look at him.
"I got stood up," she said.
"What a fucking loser," he said.
"I don't even care about him. I don't know him. It was supposed to be a first date. I'm just annoyed that I wasted my time coming here. Why can't people at least send a text to cancel?" She asked.
"I don't know," he answered. "All I know is that he lost out big time. You look amazing."
She broke out in a smile and a twinkle appeared in her eyes.
"Thanks," she said. "Do you have a name?"
"Bronson," he said.
"I'm Joia. I'd like to buy you a drink for that compliment," she said.
"I don't drink. If anything, I should be buying you a drink seeing the effort you put in before coming here," he said.
She smiled even wider, got up from her chair, and walked over to sit across from him. He nervously eyed the fork still in her hand.
"Am I bothering you?" She asked.
"You look like you could kill with that fork," he said.
"Oh!" She laughed.
She got up again and placed the fork back at her original table. She turned around and something came over her. The way she smirked at him made his dick wake up. She placed her hands on the table and leaned down so he got a good view down the front of her dress.
"You're hella cute," she said.
"Thank you," he said.
"How about we finish this bad evening with a good memory for me to take home?" She asked.
"What do you have in mind?" He asked.
"I bet you're wondering how the view would be if you were on the other side of me," she stood up straight. "The bathroom has a sink."
She walked away and he watched her ass as she swayed a little from side to side on those heels. She disappeared out in the bathroom and he took a deep breath. He stood up, put money on both tables so no one would think she had dined and dashed, and then casually walked to the bathrooms. He looked back to make sure no one saw him enter the women's bathroom, and then he quickly slipped inside.
"Finally," she said.
She pushed him up against the door and pulled him down for a kiss. He fumbled behind him to lock the door. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him over to the sink. She turned around, pulled her dress up to her hips, and bent down. He found her eyes in the mirror and she was smirking at him.
"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" She asked.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Joia," he smirked back at her. "I'm gonna fuck you so good that you'll be thrilled you were stood up."
He opened his jeans, pulled out his dick, and teasingly ran it up her folds. She pushed back in a silent demand for him to fill her up. He pushed inside her and she let out a moan. He grabbed her hips and went to town on her. He fucked her fast for two minutes before she started tensing up. He tried upping the pace more, and seconds later she fell apart in beautiful moans. He let go too and followed her over the edge. He held still and watched her in the mirror. She stood with her eyes closed for a few seconds, then opened them and smiled at him.
"I've never been so happy about a date not showing up before," she said.
He chuckled and pulled out of her. They fixed their clothes and he leaned down for another kiss.
"Need a ride home?" He asked.
"No, I drove here," she answered.
"Then I wish you a lovely night, Joia," he said.
"You too, Bronson," she said.
She looked down at his crotch, bit her lip, and then looked back up at him.
"I bet that dick can cure any heartbreak," she said.