Note: This story not passed any moderation (review is pending). Please report it if it violates our rules or contain any prohibited content. All posted stories are fiction! It is safe to link this story, when it will approved - this page will redirect to permanent story url.
Category: Masturbation Stories

Author: AhmedAli

Beautiful, very expensive restaurant. There are a lot of people, and I am sitting alone at the corner table near the window. It is intended for two, but I decided today to refuse another date and relax alone. The waiter brings me a glass of wine, then a salad and a fillet of red fish. Watching what is happening around, assessing the situation, I slide down to the level of “sitting on a chair on the floor lying down”, and lowering my hand down, stroking my leg, enjoying the fact that I quietly get excited, and looking at the waiter’s ass, I don’t think about him anymore. as a man with a tray, but as a stallion, which I would like to eat instead of salad, and drink it with a white vein, sucking him, crawling under the table. I have crazy fantasies, but still, they are mine, and I can’t do anything about it. I sit through all the money for the evening, and leaving there, I look after him, thinking about how to get this guy out of work, and how to make him look in my direction. I go to the ladies room, I go into the stall, and sitting on the toilet, I pull my panties down, lift my dress, and rub my clitoris like I want to cum right now, thinking about that elastic ass like a walnut. The clitoris swelled, filled with hot blood, the labia did not warm much from my hand, and grease flowed from the hole. I use it to lubricate my own fingers. I would like to have an orgasm as quietly as possible, since an old woman in the same old dress is standing near the washbasin. She must not know about me, I slow the pace of friction, rising to the erect nipples. Sensitive chest gives me a sign that it's time to get up. My legs closed, I strongly strain the two halves of my buttocks, I feel something tasty flies in the lower abdomen, and I finish, leaning forward, hitting my forehead on the booth door.

-Hey, are you all right there? Are you hurt?

- No, thank you, everything is very good, even too much. True, everything is fine.

I fell back onto the toilet and reached for the white paper. She folded it in half, stretched it between the cracks. There was light moisture left on it. But after the first orgasm, the second immediately flooded. And then, I couldn't contain myself anymore. Everything happened unexpectedly, at this time I peed, and I felt better. Grandma again asked if everything was fine with me. But now she even knocked on my door and pulled the door towards her. I kept silent, because I was very good, and I did not want to bring down this state. And when I left, I went to the washbasin, washed myself, making myself a panda, and then, took out a sponge from my purse and began to wipe myself, making my face fresher. Deciding to go out into the corridor, I lowered my dress, straightened my bra, and calmly opened the door. But at the same time, hooked the waiter. He dropped the tray as he walked towards the kitchen.

From excitement, I swallowed my saliva, smiled at him, and stepped a couple of steps. The atmosphere was tense, and I quickly disappeared from his eyes. Going out into the street, catching a taxi, I drove home, and quickly jumped into the shower, again stuck to my pussy. Thin streams of water under pressure were directed to the clitoris, I knelt down, took the edge of the tub with my hand, and again received an orgasm discharge. At this time, the phone rang. With a quiet groan, I answered Misha, he wanted to come to me, and I agreed to meet him in what I was sitting in the bathroom, that is, with my feet.