Under Mr Nolan's bed

Erica was whispering something into Charles’ ear and I stood, dropping my napkin onto my seat and brushing against Mr. Nolan as I passed. I didn’t say anything to Erica, but her eyes followed me for a moment, so I knew she noticed.

I found the bathrooms near the back of the restaurant and I waited in the little alcove, my heart racing and my mouth dry.

I smiled politely to a tall, leggy blonde as she went into the women’s bathroom, catching the scent of her perfume and beyond that, the clean, light smell of an expensive restaurant restroom. In the brief moment before the door swung shut again, I saw a lounge area with long, cushioned benches.

“Leah.” I kissed him before he could say anything else, my tongue searching for his and my thigh seeking the stiff heat between his legs. He pressed me into the wall with a low grunt, his hands moving over me all at once, and I strained and arched against him, wanting more.

“Please,” I begged as we rocked against the wall, his body blocking my view, his hands covering my breast, rubbing my nipples through the material. The wet throb between my legs was almost too much to bear.

“Where?” he chuckled, but just as breathless as I was, gasping into my mouth as I found his cock again, rubbing there.

“Anywhere,” I moaned, his hand cupping my mouth through my dress. “Oh god, please…”

He looked at me, his eyes searching for a moment and then he grinned.

“Stay here.”

I leaned back against the wall, panting and squeezing my trembling thighs together. The women’s restroom door opened at Mr. Nolan slipped into the men’s room, and the blonde gave me a brief look as she passed, her heels clicking briefly on the tile before she moved into the carpet.

“Leah.” I turned toward his voice, still feeling dazed with the intensity of my own lust, and saw him peering through a crack in the door. “Come on.” I glanced out into the restaurant and then moved toward the men’s room door. Mr. Nolan pulled me in, pressing me against the door as he kissed me, his hands pushing the top of my dress fully down, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts. I gasped when his mouth moved down to them, licking and sucking at my nipples.

“There’s no one in here now,” he murmured, making a low growling noise against my breast. “But we can’t count on that…”

“Oh god,” I whispered, arching my back and wrapping my leg around his.

“Where? Please…”

“Yes,” he murmured, turning me and pushing me in front of him through the lounge and into a tiled room with sinks and urinals lining one wall and stalls lining the other. “In here.”

The black metal door swung open and he closed and locked it behind us. I sat on the toilet, my knees weak, looking up at him as I grabbed his hips in my hands, nuzzling my cheek against his crotch.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he whispered as I unzipped and found him, freeing his stiff length and taking him into my mouth. I made soft noises as I sucked him, taking the length of him as far into my throat as I could while I worked the hem of my dress upward. My pussy was aching to be touched.

“Oh baby,” he murmured, his hand slipped behind my head and pulling me in deeper as I slipped my fingers past the elastic band of my panties and through the soft, swollen lips, searching for my throbbing clit. “That’s so good.” My soft moan around his cock was my only answer as I started to rub myself in fast circles, letting him pull my head, use my throat for his pleasure. My eyes traveled up the swinging pattern of his tie, searching his face and finding the lust there irresistible.

“Oh wait,” he whispered, easing out of my mouth. His cock was so slick and wet with my saliva that it dripped onto the white tile between my open thighs.

“Think we can get back before the next course?” I smiled.

“Let’s find out,” he groaned, leaning down and grabbing me with one arm, pulling me in to him and kissing me before turning me around and bending me over the toilet, shoving my dress high up to my waist and pulling my panties down just enough so he could probe between my smooth, fat lips.

“Jesus, you’re wet!” He tickled my clit and making me moan.

“Oh, don’t,” I cried, wiggling back against him. “Please don’t tease… put it in me.”

“You want it?” He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, seemingly not in any hurry.

I pressed my hands to the tile wall, spreading my legs wider and looking back over my shoulder at him. I knew what I must look like-my dress bunched at my waist, my breasts swinging free, my ass up in the air, my long legs in their strappy heels spread wide on the tile-I knew I looked like a slut, and I was. I wanted it, I wanted him, and I saw how much he wanted me, too, in his eyes, the way he looked at me.

“You know I want it!” I tilted my hips for him and pressing back, feeling the tip right there, teasing me. “Fuck me, Rob-fuck my tight little cunt as hard as you can!”