Jasmin’s erotic fantasy

An icy cold December Sunday at 6.02 pm. I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long because it’s been a while since our last date. I like our dates, the way he greets me, the way he moves towards me and takes me in his arms. This intimate, familiar and so warm.

I hop off the couch and quickly jump into the shower. The water splashes into my face and as it flows over my body I gently lather my breasts, run my fingertips over my nipples again and again and feel how excited my libido is about our date. I really can’t wait to see him again.

I quickly grab a pair of matching panties and bra from the wardrobe, slip the stockings over my legs and fasten the dress before quickly touching up my lips and fixing my hair and leaving the house.

To my delight, he reserved a table at my favorite Asian restaurant. We meet directly there. I park and walk to the restaurant. I can already see him from outside through the window and head straight for the table, hug him from behind and give him a kiss on the cheek. He stands up, helps me out of my coat like a gentleman and kisses me deeply. Hm, I missed that. His lips on mine, his smell, that smile on our faces when we have time together.

After we have decided on a menu, I disappear to the toilet to freshen up. I’ve been wanting to surprise him with something for a while now and today is the perfect day to do it. I’m excited and run back to our table, take a quick look around to make sure there’s no one next to me and place my panties right next to his wine glass. Sitting in front of him with a grin, I look expectantly into his big brown eyes. He smiles at me sheepishly and puts his hand over my panties. “You’re driving me crazy. I’d like to eat you right now”. I give him my hand and whisper in his ear that I’ll meet him in the restroom in two minutes before I run ahead.

Unisex toilets, whoever thought of that is my personal hero. I hear him striding across the corridor and welcome him joyfully into our very personal oasis of desire. We kiss passionately and wildly and would love to fall over each other immediately. My hands run over his chest down to his pants. Oh, he’s so excited it drives me crazy. I open his pants and want what is mine, what I crave. Our eyes meet, my whole body so electrified and energized, I kneel in front of him and before my lips devour what lies so excitedly in my hand, I whisper how much he turns me on. I let my tongue circle and he struggles not to groan as I pleasure him, enjoying having him at my mercy. He grabs me by the hair and adds to the intensity but before he knows it I’m standing backwards in front of him and want him to hit me. Only briefly. Very intense and without a happy ending. I have to feel him for a moment before we go back to the table. I only whisper very briefly.

We leave the toilets in quick succession and return to our table. The waiter looks at us with a grin and tells us that the starter is already waiting. Does he know what we did? We are probably not the first to enjoy the benefits of unisex toilets.

Grinning, we try our starters, enjoy our wine and this wonderful evening. They tell us about the events of the last few weeks and really just want to get to the hotel really quickly, but nobody says anything.

In the cab we make out wildly, his fingers slide up my thighs and caress me. I struggle not to let on and try to continue our conversation, but in vain I can’t concentrate on anything other than my lust. Before we even make it to the room, he fingers me so hard in the hotel corridor that I lose all inhibitions and give in to my lust. I fish our room card out of his pocket and open the door to an unforgettably exciting night.