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bladder is going to spring a leak and completely ruin the damn near perfect evening we have shared. I mean, shit, it has been forever since a man has lovingly fed me a bite off his plate.
    I take care of business in record time. The restaurant is growing slow, quiet, as most patrons have left. I make it merely a few steps out of the bathroom when our bodies collide. I look up to excuse myself for being so clumsy. His green eyes catch my attention and before I can speak a single word, Wesley's mouth is on mine. Our bodies move seamlessly back into the women's bathroom.
    I am confused by his actions. Over dinner he was sweet, romantic, everything a girl would dream of. But now he is an animal with one thing in mind. And for the first time in my life, I am going to throw caution to the wind and let him have it. I am going to sleep with a stranger on the first date because he is sexy as fuck and I haven't had a man inside me in more months than I can count on both of my hands.
    His hands skim up my legs, pushing my dress higher and higher until his strong fingers are pulling at my panties. My own hands are moving on autopilot starting with his belt buckle, before unzipping his expensive dress pants and pulling his thick cock into my hands. The same cock I have the pleasure of watching him stroke for me until he came. Shit, just thinking back to that night on Skype is enough to send me over the edge.
    He fishes inside his pocket, pulling out a condom and quickly rolling it down the length of his dick, before he slams inside me with no warning. The pain reminds me of how long it really has been since I have been fucked. Colin was the first and last man I had been with and his pencil dick couldn’t stand a chance next to Wesley. Shit, he feels so good though.
    He pumps in and out of me, grunting in my ear with each thrust, nipping at my neck and ears as he continues to fuck me up against the bathroom stall. The pain turns into pleasure as he begins to hit something inside me that has my eyes rolling into the back of my damn head. He. Feels. So. Fucking.Good.
    My mind can’t process everything that is going on. The normal Aurora would never in a million years fuck a man in a bathroom, let alone on the first date, but as he continues to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside me, we could be on top of the table in the middle of the fuckin’ restaurant and I wouldn’t care. Not a single bit. Because this man knows how to fuck.
    “Oh my God, Wesley.” I moan before his mouth lands on mine again, taking possession of my lips, just as he has done with the rest of my body.
    “My God, Aurora. Your pussy is the tightest thing I have ever felt.” he grunts as he pushes deeper than I’ve ever experienced. My body tightens around him and I can feel the orgasm building deep within the walls of my wet pussy.
    “I’m gonna…” before I can get my words out, the ripples of pleasure release through my body and I can’t speak. I can only moan as he picks up his speed. Harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm before someone catches us fucking in the women’s bathroom. My mind starts to come back to reality. Before I can panic and push him off of me, he grunts with his own orgasm, filling the condom deep inside me.
    “Holy shit. Aurora. My God.” His finger runs down the outline of my face in the most tender way. “You are such an amazing surprise. Everything I’ve always wanted.” He leans in and kisses me gently. A complete one eighty from the carnal beast who took me against the wall of a public bathroom stall just minutes ago. The shift in his mood is unexpected to say the least.
    We both do our best to sneak back to our table without anyone noticing what had just happened. Although I am more than sure someone within the eatery knows exactly what just went down. I should be second guessing myself and running for the door, but I am oddly calm. Maybe that is exactly what I needed. It sounds dirty and disgusting. Slutty and