Marquis For Lunch

I had just finished my meeting and had some time to kill. It was a beautiful hot summers day and as I walked from Russel Square tube station I looked at the time. It was just after two and thought I might as well get a potable, something to eat and belt down a couple of hr rather than heading back to the office. As I walked down Marchmont Street, I came to a dainty looking pub called the Marquis First Marquess Cornwallis. Huge numbers racket of young people mingled outside, drink in mitt, carefree. It looked inviting so I stepped inside. In contrast to the outside there were only about ten citizenry in the pub. Clearly the sunshine outside being preferable but I needed to put to work and needed a mesa so needs must. Many tables were still covered in dirty dental plate showing that lunchtime had been fussy. I ordered a chicken feed of red and a tuna ciabatta and turning to the right hand, went into the separate side area screened from the principal bar sphere where it was noticeably quiet and sat at a table with my backbone to the rampart. The pub was really well decorated, a lot of nice wooden table and provided a smooth oasis from which to film some time out from the confidence trick and bustle of the principal incoming of the bar while I had lunch. The only other occupants were two onetime men who finished their swallow and left as I took my seat.

My tiffin arrived and after setting up my laptop, I hardly saw anyone for the following ten minutes apart from the odd visitor on their way to the lavatory. Soon after, absorbed in my work I became mindful of a young adult female sitting facing me in the other corner. She was sitting with her back to the main bar surface area and like me, unseen unless you walked around the screen out area. Some minutes later and reaching for my drink, I had my outset proper look at her. She looked like a lot of the thirty year old young adult female who had stood outside, topical anesthetic office workers dressed in light summer clothing, long haircloth pinned back, make up and tanned legs. I could see from the summer garb she wore her legs were like the rest of her, large and shapely. I'm not especially into big breasts but I had to admire her cleavage which strained against her neck line and showed a very expansive pair of breasts.

I carried on with my work and after a while I saw her put down her Word of God and walk out to the bar and it didn't leak my observance what a lovely full chassis she had. She was definitely on the large size but quite attractive with well proportioned good hips and a naturally middling face with full lips that suited her figure perfectly. Returning some minutes later I inadvertently looked up as she returned carrying her swallow. She saw me looking and gave me a pleasant smile before taking her seat and returning to her record book. I glanced up and at exactly the like moment she did the same and we both smiled awkwardly. A moment later the missy behind the bar entered carrying a bowl of dumpy chips and placed them in front of the woman. I watched as she started to eat them, amused as she didn't seem to pick out her eyes of her al-Qur'an for a single second. Then she looked up and once again the awkward grin as we both seemed to consume looked at each early at the same second. Then she got up and I sensed, rather than saw that she was in front of me. Looking up she gave me a beautiful smile, apologised for disturbing me and asked if she could require the ketchup from my table. ‘ Of course, help yourself'I said with my best smile which was returned with a immense smile and a shy coquettish moving picture of her tomentum. As she took the feeding bottle she seemed to subscribe just a fraction of a second too long taking the bottle from my hand as I passed it up to her and not for the first time I felt she was flirting with me.

It's funny how self-aware you can palpate when you sense someone is looking at you and at that import I was no different. Propping my elbows on the mesa think of my little arm shirt rode up my arms and I was pleased to note that she clearly registered my biceps and gave me an admiring smile as I caught her eye. Her reply was to slowly hybridise her ramification and then very self-consciously shimmer with the hem of her dress showing her ample, tanned thighs. I didn't even bother to hide out my coup d'oeil, in fact I knew that's what she wanted as she sat smiling at me seemingly encouraging me by then re-crossing her legs and managing to expose even more thigh. Then having got my attending she leant forward, pulled the front of her neckline and I was given an even estimable eyeshot of her cleavage. Smiling again, she then took a scrap and lifting it up she offered it to me knowing it wasn't her chips I was looking at. ‘ I'm sure you want some ?'she said provocatively. ‘ Well, it would be rude not to'and with that she stood, took the bowl and walked them over to me giving me a to the full aspect of her legs as she did so. ‘ I only want one'I said but she said she had had enough and besides ‘ it's better to share things together ’. Then grabbing her bag, drink and Holy Writ she asked, ‘ do you mind'and before I could respond she took a nates opposite me.

For several minutes we introduced ourselves, provided a brief if largely irrelevant description of our line but by then it was obvious that we were heading down a path that led to something else other than careers. She clearly seemed to love having me front at her segmentation and used every opportunity to lean forward, exposing more breast while sucking the cetchup slowly from each cow chip. The game continued for some minutes and then deciding the instant was rightfield, I leant forward and told her that there was something I wanted to tell her. ‘ Carry on'she said but looking around I gestured to her to slant forward as if I wanted to be ultra discreet and whisper something private. She gave me a fantastic sexy smile, sucked the end of a chip and leant into me so I could whisper into her ear. I made a point of looking around, paused column inch from her impertinence and then whispered quietly, slowly, confidently, ‘ I want to see you bare and lick every single inch of your physical structure, very, very slowly ’. She pulled back, a gorgeous smile on her boldness. ‘ Really, and how are you going to do that'she replied seductively. ‘ Because I'm going to choose you somewhere quiet and strip you naked !'

She didn't even look worried but just sat back laughing and asked me if she had a choice. ‘ no'I replied, ‘ now sit forward and come closer ’. Slowly, seductively she inched forward on her chair and with one hired hand already under the tabular array I placed my handwriting on her knee and sensing no travail to stop me I slowly ran my hand up her thigh and pressed my helping hand inside of her soft second joint until she gave way and parted them slowly allowing me to stroke her to he top of her thigh. She furtively looked around but made no effort to propel.

Hearing effort behind her she suddenly clamped her thighs shut, looked around the bar and then clearly suddenly less surefooted she tried to pull back. ‘ Don't move'I told her quietly, sternly and seeing me look over her shoulder joint before looking back at her and told her there was no one there. I didn't hesitate but continued to slide up her second joint, only stopping an inch from her knickers. ‘ How long have you got ?'I asked. ‘ Not long, how long do you need ? ’. Then I saw the hullabaloo, I knew then she craved the tending. I could sense the overwhelming desire in her centre, she bit her lip and I knew that she wasn't going to stop. I had already formulated a plan and told her to drink up and carry her bag. I didn't even wait for her response but put my laptop into my bag and stood up making it illuminate I was waiting for her. ‘ Where are we going'she asked. ‘ I need the crapper before we leave. They are upstairs, comply me'I instructed and with that she grabbed her bag and I heard her steps quicken behind me as she rushed to catch up.



At the top of the stair was a balcony. A room screened off opposite me, dark and good of chairs and to my right the lav with separate doors for male and female. I was still some six pes ahead of her, pushed open the door to the fella, holding it ajar with my foot and taking a peril that I hadn't seen anyone pass us to the gutter for quite a while, I grabbed her arm as she passed to enter the ladies. I registered the shock on her brass but in one swift movement, I kicked spread out the door and drew her into the Ghent, past the inside door and without giving her a chance to even out interrogative me, used my body to drive her into the furthest of the three toilet cubicles. I could try her recondite breathing as she asked me what I was doing ? Without a suspension I spun her circle, placed my mouth upon hers and in response, I felt her spit probe my oral cavity and we fell backwards with her leaning back against the wall, my body pressed against hers.

Over the age I had seen so many films where the couple rip each others clothes off and have wild passionate sex but this was the foremost time in a longsighted time, I could remember anything quite to animalistic, intensely desperate as this. She leant down and tried to untie my smash, trying to push her script into my fly and grabbing my peter. I grabbed her wrists and pushing her dorsum with my weight I held her arms above her promontory and easily pinned her articulatio radiocarpea to the bulwark with one hand. Reaching behind her back, I felt the hold of her zip and easily pulled it down. Her neckline now partly outdoors I slid my paw into her dress and ripped her proper tit free of her bra, her tremendous chest topped by a gravid pink nipple and immediately bent forward and took it into my back talk. I heard her whine and groan, holding perfectly still as I did so as if my actions had frozen her still. Then reaching down I went under the hem of her wearing apparel and lifted it up above her waist, placed my foot between her feet and levered her feet outwards. Firmly I pressed my human knee between her thigh until she stood legs shoulder breadth apart. Somewhere I was cognisant of her groaning and her interpreter but more than anything it was the sound of her breathing as she now stood thrashing around desperately trying to pull her hired man away from my grip.

I reached between her peg. Her panty were soppy. I pulled them aside and in one easy, swift movement entered her, thrusting two digit, sliding them easily deep inside her. Finally losing my clasp she launched herself at me and as I continued to bend forward trying to suck her nipple and increase the jabbing of my fingers she caught me off equipoise and this time I fell back against the wall. She was on me. Gripping my bang, she pulled me forwards, tearing frantically, she somehow managed to get it undone, pulled the claps on my trousers unmake and with my zip already open she gripped my gruelling, swollen cock and was wanking my stiffness violently. Trying to regain my proportion I pushed forward, driving her back against the bulwark and this time I didn't need to spread her legs, She now stood feet shoulder width apart, she reached up, ripped down her wearing apparel, then her bra and was now holding a breasts in each manus, massaging them roughly before tweaking her nipples and biting her lip to asphyxiate her riot as I once again entered her and resumed to thrust into to her hard and deep.

For a couple of vivid hour this continued, groaning, biting, smooching, pulling, pushing, each wrestle to suffer control and feed our frenzy but I knew she was stopping point. I could feel her pussy tighten, pulsing against my hand, her juice running freely and as I lifted my oral cavity and sucked hard on her boob she couldn't contain herself and slamming her hand against the doorway with a immense bang she planted her hands to the sides and orgasmed as her legs seemed to buckle underneath her. I stood up straight, our lips met, our tongues intertwined before she placed her paw on my chest and violently pushed me back against the wall. Unexpected and off balance wheel, I fell backwards against the bulwark and before I even realised she was bent forwards and had taken my cock into her tidal bore mouth and holding the radical of my tool started to absorb me so hard the strength so acuate, I actually wanted to stop her. Then in what must have only been seconds, the intensity of her rima oris, the fierceness of her poking, I told her I was going to cum.

Suddenly there was a consignment strike. It was the external doorway, person was coming in ! I tried to stop but she didn't hesitate. footfall walked to the urinal but all I could listen was her breathing as she continued. Either oblivious or not caring she seemed to fellate harder, as for what seemed like an timeless existence I waited for the guy to finish, then wash his hands before finally hearing his footsteps recede beyond the door. With him gone, in seconds I felt my cock throb and with a garish moan I came deep in her sassing whilst she continued to nurse me with such furiousness I had to physically grab her and beg her to stop. I clung to the wall for support. For some seconds we both stood, both leaning with our backs to the wall facing each early, neither seemingly able to move. We both stood looking at each former and as if slowly realising were we were and in our dishelmed commonwealth, I took some tissue paper and handing her some we started to tidy our clothes. Within a minute we had regained some of our composure and as she slung her shoulder bag and I grabbed my briefcase, we walked as nonchantly as we could from the throne, down the stairs and walked as innocently as we could through the bar to the passing as if null had happened. We walked round the corner. I stopped, bent forward and kissed her softly on the brass. She thanked me, I told her it was my pleasure and with one finale smile we walked off in inverse focussing. I didn't looking back. I walked to Russel foursquare electron tube before sitting on the string and realised that I had just had one the most acute, impersonal, instantaneous sexual experience of my life .