Restaurant fantasy #1

I am sitting at a small table in a cozy restaurant....across from me is my boyfreind Bob...we are just finished with our meal. My head is abuzz with the glass of Pinot Grigio I just finished...... I feel warm and fuzzy, my cheeks pink from the wine.
As I rise from the table, excusing myself to use the ladies room, Bob motions to me.  I lean closer to hear him in the crowded restaurant. His hand slips to the back of my hair, and he grabs up a hand full and tightens his grip a little without appearing to do anything more than stroke my hair. He pulls me closer, kisses me on the ear and whispers intently for a moment then releases his grip. I smile and walk on to the bathroom.
The bathrooms are down a dark little hall, across from each other. The ladies room on my right, the mens on the left. As I approach the door I reach out with my left hand and push the mens room door open a bit to see if any one is there. It is empty. As I let myself in, my heart begins to pound, and I feel a little pang of anxiousness as I enter the small dark bathroom.
There is a sink to the right corner, stained from a dripping faucet. To the left, next to the sink, on the wall is a urinal. Further to the left, against the left wall is a toilet without a stall. This was clearly a one man bathroom.
I know what I must do, and my first instinct is to lock the door, but Bob would then be locked out....I feel like I am blown by the whims of fate....but do as I was instructed.
I reach in my peasant blouse and into my bra, cupping both breasts underneath, and pull them out of my clothing. As I do so, a little gasp leaves me, I am there, exposed. I am not done though. With my breasts tumbling out of my clothing, I lift my long dark blue gauze skirt up to my waist. I catch the lace of my panties, and slide them down to my knees. Lifting the skirt, I bend over facing away from the door, and expose my already blushing pussy.
As instructed I close my eyes and wait there for what seems like an eternity. The noise of the restaurant swirls around in my head, the silverware clinking, the glasses tinkling, the hum of conversation.
I hear the door open and close, but not lock. Damn...we could get caught like this....leave it to him to know to add this little charge to the already electric situation.
I hear his steps grow closer in the cramped room. I hear a belt buckle being unhooked and the zip of pants behind me. Then his hands were on my hips, running down my body to my dangling breasts. He handled them a little roughly at first, then softly, then pinched my nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers.
I felt him all this time while he was enjoying my breasts. His hard cock free against my ass. He started pressing against me in a slow rhythmic dance of power. Pressing, sliding against my skin until he almost achieved penetration. He would then back off, and start the dance all over again. His hands slid back up my body and to the top of my hips. Suddenly he entered me. I moaned with surprise, as I had not thought him finished playing (like a cat toying with a mouse that he is not quite ready to finish off yet.)
He moved in me, swift, deep and hard. His breathing was heavy behind me. No words came out of him, not even a whisper.....for some minutes we stood there enmeshed in our passion, until I heard a quiet release of his breath and he plunged deep and hard, holding me suspended from his cock.
Then a strange thing happened....he pulled back, withdrawing from my body suddenly, with an almost perceptible pop. His hands, though, stayed on my hips and a hiss of a whisper escaped his lips....."don't move."
I suddenly was aware of my precarious position, and wished to cover my exposed body. But I did as he said and waited, my eyes closed, searching the inside of my eyelids for some hint of why we weren't leaving by now.....I don't remember his hands leaving my hips, and now they grasped hard...pulling me back and pushing at once he penetrated me again. His actions were different...crude and desperate. He humped me like an animal....panting, with hard breathes in my ear, a driven almost mechanical pace that forced my breath out of me with each stroke.
There was a rumble in his throat that I never heard before, and he came in me with huge pulses of hot cum that I felt down to my ankles.....His grip on me lightened and soon he slid out of me, rubbing my ass with his thumbs, I felt his gaze on me, on my pussy, my ass, the back of my head. He reached down and cupped my right breast, holding it like a baseball..... in a moment he was gone.
I straightened up, and straightened myself out. Tucking my breasts away, and pulling up my panties in time for them to become drenched in his fluids.
I looked in the mirror, my face was pink with the encounter...the blue of my eyes gleaming with that freshly fucked look....would anybody notice?...
I looked at the faces of the other patrons as I made my way back to the table. I was searching for signs that they knew of my guilty encounter. Everyone just chatted on, oblivious of my state.
When I reached the table Bob was gone. The waiter, just picking up the check, thanked me, and said that the gentleman had left some minutes ago to get the car. I hesitated...trying to think how long it had taken me to slip back into my clothes....
On the street Bob waited in the car, his arm stretched across the back of the passenger seat..."Hey baby, what took you so long................"