It was Friday night; I had been looking forward to this all week. John and I had agreed to put work, friends, everything on hold to enjoy each other’s company on a date night. The restaurant I had chosen I had been to once before on a work function. It was very upmarket. High ceilings, luxurious décor and candlelight added to the atmosphere of opulent decadence.

I had gone minimal with jewellery and make up, letting nothing distract from how the short backless black dress I'd bought earlier that day draped perfectly over my petite curves. My hair was swept up as no doubt I would be getting hot during the evening. The exhibitionist in me also enjoyed how this left nowhere to hide, every trace of lust and arousal on my face would be visible to John and everyone else around me.

John loved me in Stilettos. I had selected his favourite pair and felt strong and sensual as we strode into the restaurant. He was wearing a pristine suite with crisp white shirt, open at the collar with no tie. With a fine dusting of stubble covering his chiselled jaw my mouth, and pussy, watered just looking at him.

I had reserved a booth at the very back of the restaurant for optimum privacy. We both slid into the side against the wall so we could see anyone approaching. I was confident that apart from taking and bringing our order we would be left alone. That was usually the case as soon as staff clocked how into each other we were.

For the first ten minutes as we looked over the menu John purposely didn’t touch me although he kept inching closer until we were in contact. The attraction between us was palpable. Whether it was pheromones I don’t know but I wanted his hands on me so badly. Anticipation had me tingling.

Finally, his hand landed lightly on my thigh. That was it then. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other for the rest of the evening. We spent as much time kissing as we did in conversation. Mostly light teasing touches and licks as there was no going back from the full passionate kissing that usually preceded our love making.

Once the wine was flowing and our food had been ordered John's hand crept from my thigh up to my fine lace panties which were already warm and moist to the touch. The gentle pressure of his fingers on my swollen sex was delightful. I returned the favour by reaching over to massage John's growing cock through his trousers.

He then ordered me to 'take them off'. The temptation and excitement of further stimulation over-rode my slight hesitation at being in a public place. I'd just snapped my clutch bag shut after dropping my panties in when the waiter appeared with starters. I don't know how John managed to eat his as his fingers worked my slick pussy under the table the whole time. Circular massaging of my throbbing clit alternating with shallow dips inside brought me to the edge. My food went mostly untouched, the distraction too great.

John only stopped when we saw the waiter approaching to clear the first course. But his fingers stayed on me and the pressure alone nearly caused me to orgasm in front of the young man. I saw him steal a glimpse at John's big hand covering my indecency before he scurried away blushing. As soon as he'd gone John clamped his mouth over mine to muffle the moans as his handiwork resumed at a slightly faster pace. Heat rushed from my core into every inch of my body as orgasm took over. My eyes closed, I was lost in the pleasure of pulsations, completely unaware of our surroundings.

John's hand slowed and gradually stopped. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked around in a daze. John wiped his hands and leaned back to sip his wine, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in how he'd caused me to lose my composure so completely.

The main course arrived, and I tucked in eagerly, suddenly starving now that I could enjoy the relief of satisfaction rather than the tension of building arousal. It was delicious. I finished first then occupied myself by rubbing John's now fully hard cock as he continued eating. I removed my hand when the waiter returned, not brave enough to make our misbehaviour obvious as John had done.

Once the table was cleared, he took my hand and returned it to his cock. He'd opened his trousers and was fully exposed beneath the table. The smooth heat of him sent a small shiver of excitement through me. I settled into the rhythm I knew he liked. Relentless strokes of his thick shaft had him breathing heavy and in no time at all thick hot cum was spurting from him. I caught most of with a napkin and feverishly looked around, paranoid that we would be caught and asked to leave.

We ate dessert in silence, stealing sated glances at each other while we each recovered from our respective climaxes. This was the first time we'd gotten so intimate in a restaurant and I had loved every second.

After a few more drinks I was a little light-headed so was very careful as I headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was just washing up when it dawned on me that the unisex bathroom was a completely closed in unit with plenty of space for some fun... Grinning and biting my lip at how naughty we were being I quickly tapped out a text to John 'Join me upstairs for round 2?'.

As I'd suspected he didn't even bother replying, instead just turned up outside the door a few seconds later. Once in the cubicle he wasted no time in backing me up against the door, his hands roaming greedily over my body. His mouth was ferocious, moving rapidly from my mouth to my neck then down onto my breasts and back again while I reached down to free his huge erection.

I guided his cock to my already naked slit and used the head to massage my hungry clit. John's heavy breathing told me he was more than ready, but it was my turn to tease... I pushed my hips back and forth, so that he slid between by thighs, careful not to let him push up inside me. Only when I was close to orgasm did I stop and turn around to let him enter me.

He roughly pulled my hips, forcing me to step backwards, then pushed between my shoulders so I was bent over and he had full view and access. He slid in slowly but deeply. The feel of him filling and stretching me was exquisite. He kept up the slow steady strokes for what felt like eternity. The relentless pleasure was maddening but I didn’t want it to end. The way he paused for a few seconds between each thrust drove me wild.

Finally, he lost control and gave into the primal urge to fuck. His thrusts came in thick and fast then, both of us lost in the moment, moaning uncontrollably. His final thrust was the hardest of all and tipped me over the edge. Waves of pleasure overcame me as his cock swelled and jerked deep inside me. There was no room for his whole load, it started seeping down my leg almost immediately, too quick for him to catch in the wad of tissue he was reaching for.

My pussy was still pulsating as he pulled out and replaced himself with the tissue. After we'd cleaned up, we returned to our table together. Neither of us could stop smiling. It was without a doubt the BEST date night EVER.