Here is some erotica I wrote last month waiting in line for ..

Here is some erotica I wrote last month waiting in line for my cold nitro brew.
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You excused yourself from the table to freshen up after your second whiskey sour. Your black dress hugs all your curves perfectly with every stride towards the rest room. God, I want you.

I throw the rest of my drink back, then begin my pursuit. I feel myself stiffening when I realize your dress isn't completely opaque and I can make out your panties. Black lace. Classy, sexy.

I turn the corner. You've already disappeared into the rest room. My pursuit doesn't stop there. I sneak in the door but am quickly met with a hand to my chest. The matradee knows I have no business in there.

"That's my wife," I said while holding up my left hand to show her my ring. She flashes me a knowing smile. I hand her a hundred dollar bill. She let's me in and locked the door behind me.

There you are.

I approach you from the behind as you adjust your make up. You feel my front graze your back. One hand on your hip, the other teasing its way from your waist towards your ribcage. My lips land on your neck, just below your ear. What started as a gentle suckle quickly transitioned into my teeth clasping down on your neck. You jump in shock, turn around, and slap me. You won't let me have all the fun.

We stare intently into one another. I lean in to kiss you. At first, your hesitant, but then I feel your teeth break the skin of my bottom lip.

It plumps. I taste b l o o d.

I smile mischievously and throw you on to the couch. Fuck. You're wearing thigh thighs. I plant my lips on your thigh where your stocking and bare skin m e e t. With every kiss I come closer and closer.

You begin to squirm as you feel the warmth of my breath nearing your clit. Unfortunately for you, I'm a tease. I kiss around it, teasing with my lips and tongue.

You lose patience. The anticipation is too much. You grab me using both hands and pull me in. My hands find your breasts as your breathing hastens and becomes labored with every velvety stroke of my tongue. You try to hold it off. You have never climaxed this quickly.

The build up was too much. You take one last deep breath. Your legs start, quivering, your hips undulating rhythmically. You know this is it.

You let go.

Your thighs constrict around my head. I feel your pulse on my tongue as you moan uncontrollably.

"I want you," you whimper as I get up from the couch. You can see how wet my pants are. The precum has soaked through. "Bend me over right now."

It doesn't take long. You are so warm and wet. I erupt deep inside you after only ten strokes.

We leave the restroom smiling. I flash a wink at the matradee. You make your way back to the table. God, I need drink. I head to the bar to order.

You sit back down. "Are you all right? You were in there a while," your date asks as the server arrives with your meal.

"Sorry, there was a line," you reply as my cum starts dripping out of you, soaking your black, lace panties.