John leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, 'Let it happen, darling. Your pussy feels fantastic!'
His two fingers were deep inside her now, and he manoeuvred his thumb inside her knickers so that he could stroke her wet slit with it. Up and down he stroked, and then started to push on her clitoris with his juicy thumb, at the same time squeezing his fingers inside her so that it was as if he was rubbing her clit from above and below. Anne's body jerked with the sudden sensation. She was starting to lose control, here in the middle of a public restaurant.
John's fingers plunged into her slippery cunt like a hard cock, and his thumb circled her clit relentlessly. Anne was helpless as she felt an orgasm approaching. She held on tight to the table and put her head down as she tried to supress the groans of pleasure that rose up inside her. Her body shook as John's hand fondled her cunt into ecstasy. It felt fantastic, and a small audible sigh escaped her. Her body trembled as the orgasm swept through her, and she concentrated on the delight concentrated in her clit and cunt.
At last she felt John's fingers pull out of her, and he leant over to give her another comforting kiss on the cheek. She slowly sat up and breathed deeply, as her mind returned to her from the place of pleasure it had gone to. Her body was still tingling and alive. She felt amazing. But there was the guilt, as usual. Did anyone else know what had happened? How had John made her give in so easily? Why did such a wrong thing feel so good.
She shook her head, and took a forkful of tart, which she had hardly touched. She had a sip of coffee to calm down, but John took her hand and placed it on his crotch where she could feel the hardness of his erection straining at his jeans.
'I want you!' he whispered. 'Let's go home.'
Anne would have liked a bit more time to recover and relax after what he'd done to her. Her face was still flushed, and her pussy was still pulsing pleasantly. She could feel the warm wetness down there, and would have like to have dreamed a little with this amazing view in front of her. But John grabbed her hand and led her towards the door.
'Can I go to the loo?' Anne asked. The toilets were downstairs, and John came down too, saying he also needed to use the toilet. When she finished, she went to the washbasin area to wash her hands. It was an impressive area with big mirrors all around and fancy taps and fixtures. Anne checked out her reflection, and winced at how sexual she looked in these clothes. They were too young for her. You could see too much cleavage, and her nipples showed through the blouse, even in this light. She would not wear this blouse again without a thicker bra underneath.
Suddenly the door opened and John stepped into the room. He pulled her close and kissed her hard. His tongue was in her mouth and his hands pulled her arse to him, and she could feel his erection hard and grinding against her. Things were getting out of control fast, and Anne pushed him away. She didn't want to do anything in a public bathroom, and wanted him to stop and take her home before anything happened.
But John had different ideas, and pushed her to her knees. She could feel the cold tiles on her bare knees, as she watched him unzip himself and let his cock spring free, thick and hot in her face. Despite her struggles, he forced his cock between her lips. He was so aroused and urgent, and hungry for the feel of her lips around his cock. He pushed in a little, then withdrew and pushed a little harder. Anne struggled to balance and stop him, but his cock rocked gently in and out of her wide open lips.
John was groaning softly, 'Oh yes Anne. Oh yes!'
She felt him reach down and start unbuttoning her blouse until it feel open, revealing her breasts pushing against her tight bra. Then he reached around behind her, and unbuttoned her bra with surprising ease, before pulling the straps down her arms like a professional and pulling her bra off completely. She struggled to stop him, but what with his big cock sliding deep inside her mouth, and the strength of his hands, she didn't manage it. Her breasts flopped free and swayed with the rhythm of his cock as he continued to push into her mouth, harder and harder.
It was awful, kneeling on the floor of this anonymous public bathroom with a hard cock in her mouth, like a drunk girl at a party. Anne had never been one of those girls, the type who disappeared from the party with disreputable boys, only to emerge later with hair and clothes and makeup all awry.
Now it was much worse, as her breasts were hanging out, slapping together as John rocked her back and forward. Someone could come in at any time and find her like this, like a cheap whore, sucking a younger man's big dick. She would just die!
Suddenly, John withdrew his cock from her mouth. Anne felt a moment's relief, but then John reached down and stood her up, before putting his hands under her bottom and lifting her gently onto the bench between the hand basins. He hooked his fingers under her knickers and started pulling them off. Anne panicked and tried to pull them up, but John kept pulling and the fabric started to tear, and she was forced to let go. John tossed her knickers on the bench with her bra, and spread her legs. A moment later he was on his knees, licking her pussy.
Again Anne tried to stop him, to push his head away. She didn't want him to make her come in this place. She didn't want him to fuck her here, where someone could come in at any time and catch her. But John's strong hands were holding her thighs open, and his tongue worked its way up and down her juicy slit, before concentrating on teasing her swollen clit. Anne could feel the warm pulses coming from her clit and pussy. She looked up at the mirror opposite and saw her reflection, all hanging, heaving breasts, flushed face, perspiration gleaming on her chest, thighs apart with the back of John's head between. This was not a position in which she had ever imagined for herself.
She was getting worked up, despite herself, when John stopped. He stood up, threw off his t-shirt to reveal his strong hairy chest, hooked his jocks and jeans down to allow his cock and balls out, and slammed his cock into her open pussy. Anne gasped with speed of it. Suddenly her cunt was stretched full. This was not the gentle, slow lover that John sometimes was. This was a hungry, needy John full of fierce desire for Anne's sweet cunt. Anne gasped and looked down. Her skirt was wrapped around her waist like a belt, revealing her hairy pussy. She watched as the length of his swollen red cock disappearing into her open pussy, then reappearing all covered with her juice and disappearing again. She gasped as the cock pushed deep and hard inside her, pushing against her secret lovely places that felt so good. She had been already aroused, and now she could feel her orgasm coming, and she stopped resisting and moved to feel his cock as much as possible.
In the mirror opposite she could see John's back driving hard into her. She started to come, a long powerful wave, which swept over her, causing her to groan and shout, noiselessly at first then louder and uncontrolled. It felt so good. Her cunt was on fire, warm and glowing.
Suddenly John pulled out of her and dragged her off the bench. Her legs were unsteady at first, but her turned her around and bent her over the washbasin. She felt his cock searching for her opening, and then, finding it, plunging inside her. She was filled again, this time from a different angle with John's cock pushing against new sections of her pussy further back. He was thrusting deep inside her from this angle. Anne glanced at the mirror, and saw herself, breasts swinging in front of her, neck and face all red and covered in sweat, and hair all tossed around.