Natalie swirled the wine in her glass, nodding absentmindedly as Frank told his story. It wasn’t that she didn’t care except that, well, she guessed that she actually didn’t care.
“Honey,” Natalie said, interrupting something about how Frank’s client was a moron. “I’ve got to use the restroom. Back in a sec.”
Natalie stood up, picked up her purse, and walked across the restaurant. She rounded a corner into the hallway leading to the restrooms and placed her hand on the door to the ladies room. Before she could push it open, she was distracted by quiet sobbing from further down the hall.
Turning, Natalie saw a young guy. He looked to be in his late teens or early 20s. He wore a black suit that was too big for him and had his head in his hands. A look of compassion crossed Natalie’s face as she pivoted and walked towards the young man.
“Is everything OK?” she asked as he looked up at the sound of her heels clicking on the floor.
He looked up, his eyes moist and red. For a moment he seemed lost, but he quickly regained some composure.
“Umm, oh, yeah…sorry,” he said, his blushing, “I’m fine. My girlfriend just broke up with me, but I’m cool.”
When she later thought back to that moment, which she did many, many times later in her life, Natalie could never understand why she did what she did next. It was just so unlike her.
Natalie joined the man, sitting next to him, hip-to-hip on the small wooden bench. She put her arm around him.
“It’s ok, sweetheart, you poor thing.” Natalie rubbed his back as he put his head back in his hands. He wasn’t crying now. In fact, Natalie swore she saw something twitch in his pants. Smiling a little deviously, she turned into him, hugging him and letting her breasts press up against his shoulder.
His pants twitched again and the outline of his young hard cock was now clearly visible. Natalie thought about Frank, about his boring story and their boring lives, and made a decision that would change her life forever.
She leaned forward, her breath warm against his cheek as she whispered in his ear, “I’m going to the ladies room. Come with me.”
His head snapped up and he looked at her like an eager puppy. “What? Seriously?” His demeanor had changed instantly. Gone was the lovesick child and in its place was a horny teenager.
“Seriously,” Natalie said, standing up and checking the door to make sure it was unlocked. “There’s nobody in there. It’s a single. We’ll lock the door. I’ll help you…forget about your ex.”
The kid didn’t have to be told twice. He was on his feet and inside the ladies room with Natalie before she had a chance to second guess herself or to wonder if she’d had too many glasses of wine to be thinking clearly.
Natalie locked the door and, not wanting to lose her nerve, slunk immediately to her knees and began undoing his belt.
The cold, hard tile floor hurt her knees, but it was a good hurt. Natalie found herself enjoying feeling slutty as she freed the boy’s cock and it sprang forth from his pants, smacking her on the chin.
She worked the boy’s cock with her lips, enjoying how much harder it was than Frank’s, as she shifted herself up onto her heels. Squatting now, she pulled her dress up and slipped a hand inside her panties. She was dripping wet, of course, and only played with herself for a moment before she worried the boy would cum too soon. She pulled her mouth off of his cock.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh..um..ok”
Natalie stood up, slipped her panties down her legs and off. She turned, bent forward and braced herself against the sink. Her dress was still hiked up around her waist, giving the boy a show of her ass and dripping wet pussy.
“Come on,” Natalie said, “my husband is waiting. Make it quick.”
Natalie felt hands on her, touching her tenatively. Some awkward fumbling at her pussy. Then a mix of pain and pleasure as his cock slid inside her, all the way, in one stroke.
“Oooh..fuck!” she breathed out.
The cock in her pussy stopped there, stretching her a little, but not moving.
“Come on!” Natalie barked a little too harshly. “Fuck me!”
“It’s….well…this is my first time. I…um…I’m not going to last.”
Natalie felt bad for him again, but she needed this NOW.
“Sweetheart, I’m not looking for you to last. I’m looking for you. to. fuck. me. like. a. whore. Forget about your girl, don’t worry about pleasing me. Use me.”
She felt like she could almost feel the grin on his face as his hands grabbed her hips and his cock began to MOVE. Her bracelets clinked together and the sink shook a little as the young man pounded her like a jackhammer.
“Cum in me baby,” Natalie grunted between thrusts, “Don’t…ungh..you fucking..unggh…dare…pull…out.”
His pace quickened. Natalie lost all sense of where she was and even who she was. She just needed that boy to cum inside her.
“Fuck!” he cried out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her tight against him as he spasmed, shooting what felt like a bucket full of cum into Natalie’s fertile, unprotected pussy.
Natalie collapsed on the sink as his cock slipped out of her. She heard pants zip, a buckle done up, and then the door open and close. Before she’d even caught her breath, the young man was gone.
Natalie stood up, cleaned her pussy and thighs with a paper towel, and slipped her panties back on over her heels. Smiling (it would be weeks before she realized she was pregnant) she walked back into the restaurant, feeling the cum leaking out into her panties and wondering if Frank would be too self-absorbed to notice she looked and smelled like she’d just been fucked.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ffwgf5/natalies_consolation_impregnation
Very nicely written
Dam made things drool again. And not my mouth
Just stunning ❤️