We sat at the café table, the energy a little nervous. As time went on we got more comfortable it’s each other and laughed. Our knees brushed here and there, and I leaned over to see your new tattoo. You smelled good and I subtly breathed in the smell of fresh pine. After we finished our drinks, I got up saying I needed to pee. You followed me saying you also needed to use the restroom. We headed towards the back of the café. One restroom was locked so I went into the other one. I locked the door and piled down my thong, peeing in a dress made things so much easier. After I finished washing my hands I went to open the door and you strode forward. I took a step back and we looked into each other’s eyes. You closed the door behind you and lock it. A heartbeat goes by and we both step towards each other. Your hand snakes around my throat and your fingers run through my hair. Your lips are soft but strong and we kiss. Your grip around my throat tightens I moan as we slowly back towards the sink counter. “Hop up,” you say against my mouth, your voice muffled but firm. I hop up on the counter and you put your hand back around my throat as your other one moves up my right thigh, underneath my dress. We makeout and you groan, my teeth lightly grazing your tongue. You break the kiss and your hands go under my dress toward my panties. “Let’s get these off,” you say and you pull them down and put them on the counter. We kiss some more, our tongues flitting in and out like two snakes dancing around each other. Your hand goes back to grasp throat and you look into my eyes and enter me. I gasp and we stay still for a second as I grasp your length inside me. You move in and out slowly and tighten your hand around my throat. I moan and your hand moves up to muffle the sounds I’m making. I try to contain myself and after a few strokes your thumb moves and enters my mouth. I look up at you as I suck on it, my lips tightening around your thumb. You groan and push deeper inside of me. You move your hand from my mouth towards my pussy, my dress now hiked up to my hips. Your wet thumb circles my clit and I gasp. “This is mine,” you say.
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