Message-ID: <22025asstr$946415402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: thebeautifulwife@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} cornerbooth Lines: 142 X-Original-Message-ID: <84b0tj$b03$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Dec 28 19:00:05 1999 GMT Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 16:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, dennyw THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION (or unpure friction) FOR ADULTS ONLY. ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY BY READING FURTHER, YOU ARE DECLARING THAT YOU ARE A CONSENTING ADULT. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete and include the copyright notice. Archiving and reposting of this story UNMODIFIED is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") AND provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are maintained. If you enjoy this work, take a moment to e-mail the author. Your comments are her only payment thebeautifulwife@my-deja.com ------------- Cornerbooth by thebeautifulwife I drive to the restraurant thinking of your words and wondering if you are nice as you seem. Perhaps I am making a big mistake….. I don't know very much about you. My heart races as I pull into the parking lot. I sit in the car for a few moments thinking about my life, what I am doing and what I plan to do. What the hell, I think, you only live once and get out of the car. As I walk towards the door of the restraurant, my legs shake and my brain screams to turn around, get back into the car and drive home. Run now, now! I think I should be committed for doing something this crazy. This is how a person gets into big trouble. You read about it in the newspaper all the time. Wouldn't it be nice for my husband to discover I was raped and murdered in the parking lot. No, I would have to be careful and completely aware during this particular little excursion. I get into the restraurant and look around carefully. Finally I spot you looking at me. You are sitting very still just looking at me. I know it is you from your stare. You look at me like you know me already, my thoughts, dreams and desires, running through your head as you smile at my approach. I am smiling and blushing as I get closer. 'Hi" I say "Hi there sexy" you flash your smile at me and look me up and down. "But I am not wearing anything sexy." I answered looking down at my attire, a jean shirt over a white tshirt and my black leggins with old sneakers on and smile. You smile at me as I sit down. We chat about the strange weather lately, and nothing in particular. I can see the sexual desire in your eyes and think about what it would be like to have sex with you, how it would feel to have your hands on my body, your cock in my pussy. Our hands brush against each other and I feel your eyes looking deep into mine as if to ask, "And?". I try to avoid your eyes as I smile and consider the idea. You know it and decide to make the game more interesting, just so I am aware of your intentions. As I start chattering on about the restraurant, I feel your hand on my leg, gently touching and then slowly moving up my thigh. I stutter but continue to try to make conversation as I smile looking at your eyes. Your eyes sparkle as you realize I am having trouble with the conversation and you try to help me, moving your hand upward, I hear you say, "I have always wanted to do this." My breath catches as your fingers brush up against the inside of my thigh close to my pussy. I nervously look around. No one seems to be looking and we are rather set apart from the room. The booth has a long tablecloth and we are facing outward. Your fingers brush my pussy again and the waitress shows up to take our order. "Would you like me to order for you?" You smile into my eyes with a wicked grin. "yes" I mumble, thinking that I had rarely been asked that question before and never under these circumstances. As you order our food, your thumb and fingers brush my pussy through my leggins. I am beginning to breath heavier and try not to as I become more aroused. The waitress leaves and your hand slips under my leggins and touches my panties. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning. Your finger slides under my panties and into my pussy and my eyes close. I am going to come in the middle of this place with your two fingers in my pussy. I am incredibly turned on and hot, my pussy is dripping. Your fingers push deeper inside me as I start to come. You feel my hips strain not to buck as my pussy convulses around your finger. You kiss me lightly to catch my moan in your mouth. You remove your finger and look around the place, grinning. We have been unobserved. You lean close to my ear and whisper to me to go to the ladies room and you will follow me. I get up from the table somewhat shaky, and head in that direction. When I get to the ladies room I go in as the door eases shut behind me. There are three stalls and I go in the end stall. I stand there and think how crazy I am to be doing this. I hear the door open and smile from ear to ear. You quickly come into the stall and shut the door. I laugh. You kiss me deep and passionately. I feel my lust and desire and think about how your hard cock would taste in my mouth. As you kiss me I unzip you and touch your cock. You are hard and your breath pulls in as you feel the touch of my hand. I hold your cock and break the kiss to bend over you. Taking your cock in my mouth, I lick the tip lightly, tasting you and your cock leaks precum onto my tongue. I moan, hoping we do not get caught. I suck greedily on your cock, feeling your passion and desire as your hand moves towards my ass and slips inside my leggins. I suck harder on your cock, bobbing up and down on you, feeling your touch and cup your balls in my hand. Your fingers are now under my panties and your fingers are carressing my wet slit from behind as I suck your hard cock. I feel your other hand on the back of my head, and you guide me up and down on your cock, grabbing a handful of my hair. Your fingers stroke my pussy again, teasing me, as I lick and suck your cock. You drag my head off, holding a handful of hair and I move away from your cock as you sit down on the toliet seat. You look into my eyes and hold my hips guiding me to straddle your cock. Someone comes into the ladies room and we freeze. The person goes into the stall and we can hear them pissing. We both remain frozen until she finishes, washes her hands and leaves. As I sit straddling your cock my legs shake from holding them up straight so noone can see. You smile at me wickedly. My pussy drips all over your cock as we wait. You kiss me longingly waiting for her to leave, teasing me. As soon as she leaves the room, you push your cock against my lips and kiss me deeply. I shift slightly and stand above you as you rub it against my pussy. I lick your ear, wanting your cock inside me now, tired of your teasing. "Be quiet, ok, Lauren" you look into my eyes as your cock thrusts upward into me in one movement. I moan quietly, unable to help myself. Your hot mouth kisses me harder as if you are mad at me because I moaned. I feel your cock fill me and kiss you deeply. You thrust upward, driving your point home and my hips buck instinctively, grinding against your hard cock. I am past the point of no return, and I begin to climax on your cock. I feel your member engorge as your cum builds in your cock. You are thrusting into me wildly now and my climax begins to wrack my body. I ride your hard cock and feel you shoot your load into my pussy as I finish coming on it. Xxxx -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+