As I walked into the bar, I got a text message from her, telling me she was sitting in the back of the bar wearing a yellow sun dress. As I walked up ...o the table she was sitting at, I could recognize her from her profile pictures, which came as a huge relief! She was about 20 years older than me, very pretty and proper looking, with light brown hair. She was drinking a beer when I walked up and introduced myself. I immediately noticed several empty beer bottles at the table as I sat down. I make myself a nest of toilet paper on the wc seat, as I always do in public toilets. Sittting there, I pee, and at the same time start to finger my emergent love button as golden water trickles, then spurts out of my pussy lips. I manipulate my clitoris delicately at first and the focus of my fantasies switches between my beloved Richard who is several million miles away just when I need him, and hard, sweaty, black male flesh.I glance at puerile felt-tip pen sketches on the cubicle door and. ‘Thomas, don’t treat me like a glass doll!’ I whined. ‘Do me like you mean it. I can handle it, I promise.’ ‘Just let me do what I know how to do, Shayla,’ he answered gently. ‘You will like it. I’m sure of it.’ Putting my faith in him, I silenced my cries as he continued. There, outside, we made love. Gently, slowly, he sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body as he firmly pumped himself in and out of me. I moaned with every movement. I could tell it was taking all of his strength to be. He was so wild. I suddenly forgot about my friend, where I was, if I was walking or flying. I didn't care about the rest of the people in that room, only about his lips touching mine, having that contact. No dancing, no talking, we just walk out, walk inside a taxi and head to mine. He's kissing me all the way back. He's like everything I ever wanted from a one night stand, he reminds me of me. His kisses are passionate, it's like he's thirsty but he's drinking me. We're finally there. We make.