| Straight: Quickie: A Wink and a Smile (1/2) |
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Mira sat at the restaurant table playing with her food. She twirled her fork around her pasta in an absent-minded fashion. She paid no heed to the conversation going on around her. She simply stared across the room at the waiter. He had been toying with her all night, she was certain of it. Mira and her two friends had sat down at the table and he had immediately greeted them. He winked at her. She thought maybe she had imagined it, but then he took every opportunity to come by the table and check on them, touch her casually on the arm, and he had even leaned in closely to her to help her choose a glass of wine. It had been much closer than would have been appropriate if she weren’t horribly attracted to him. Just now he was staring right back at her from the corner of the bar where he stood. He too was engaged in absent-minded conversation with those around him. His fellow servers were trying to tell him things and he wasn’t hearing a word of it. As Mira stared at him he nodded his head almost imperceptibly toward the bathroom. She inclined her head in acceptance, asked her friends to please excuse her, and hurried off toward the bathroom. She beat him there, but not by much. The bathroom was a one person room, most convenient for them. They would have no intrusions. She went in, but did not lock the door. He followed seconds later and locked the door behind him. He stalked over to her quite purposefully and shoved her roughly against the wall. Mira moaned as his lips came crashing down on hers. He seized her in a bruising kiss, while his body kept her pinned to the wall. She returned his kiss with equal roughness, her hands making fists in his hair, and grinding her hips against his. She could feel his hardness pressing into her. Her hands moved from his now tangled hair to his butt, where she pulled him harder toward her. His hands roamed emphatically over her body, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Mira fumbled now at his pants, wanting them down, wanting to have at him. His pants fell around his ankles and he grabbed her under her butt and lifted her up. She was wearing a loose skirt with no panties underneath. He hiked up the skirt as he lifted her and she came down easily on top of his rigid cock. She gasped in pleasure as she felt him plunge into her. She rocked up and down, her hot wetness surrounding him. He thrust in and out of her as she writhed on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his body, holding her aloft. Mira threw her head back and moaned as he plunged deeper and deeper within her, as he ravaged her fully. His groans grew louder the faster he went. Her juices dripped down his balls, onto his legs. Harder and faster, deeper and more intense, he fucked her up against the wall. He lifted her legs higher, wanting more. More of her, more of her sopping wet pussy. Her nails dug into him as she felt herself about to come. He hammered into her, groaning. She kissed him quickly, stifling both their cries as they came. Her orgasm shot through her body like lightning. A moment later, with one last hard thrust, he came into her. He let go of her and fell back against the wall exhausted. She sank down to the floor, her legs not wanting |
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