This one will be short and sweet.
I was out on a first date with a guy at my fave Italian restaurant and I was literally blown away by how hot he looked (especially since I hadn’t been with anyone for real in almost six months). But I also kinda liked this guy and I didn’t want him to think I was slutty, plus I was enough of a realist to know you don’t start a grand romance by straddling the person at the dinner table.
So we talked and laughed and flirted and I ignored the growing wetness between my legs. When it came time for dessert I asked him to order us something nice to share while I went in the bathroom to freshen up. When I got there I locked myself in one of the stalls and leaned against the side wall. I hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties and rubbed my wet little clit quickly and urgently while my other hand reached inside my bra to fondle my boob and my hard aching nipple. I came fast and hard and just stood there for a minute, savoring the sweet relief of being able to think coherently again. Then I wiped up, pulled my panties back up and went back to my date.
His face showed he had no clue what I had been doing back there. We enjoyed a delicious tiramisu, then he took me home. When he kissed me goodnight it was slow and sweet. While we kissed his hand reached down to cup my boob through my dress and I gently moved it away, but I also moved my hips against his in a slow little circle just to show him that “No” doesn’t mean “Never.”
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