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Christine sat at her dinner table, nervously tapping her fingers on their shared wine glass. She was all worked up and didn't know what to do. Although Alan had left, she was still extremely horny. She had a very vivid imagination, and she kept fantasizing about him doing things to her right in the middle of the restaurant.

She also continually flirted with the idea of masturbating herself right there. She was unwilling to give in and lose control, so it only remained an idea. But it was such a powerfully arousing one that it kept her nearly as hot as if she had been really frigging herself under the table. And even with her great willpower, her hands kept wandering to her crotch or her breasts. She kept having to mentally fight her own body, forcing her hands away before they could do anything unseemly in such a public place.

Alan said he'd be gone fifteen minutes. At least. That's a long time. What am I supposed to do? I'm bouncing off the walls. God, if I could just get some RELIEF! Phew! Man alive, I don't know if I've ever felt like this before.

Things were getting a little bit out of hand there. It's a good thing that phone call happened or I might have done something to make a fool out of myself. What's happening to me? Is it the wine? Is it that I'm really flirting for the first time? Or maybe there's something special about Alan? Whatever it is, I like it! If just flirting makes me feel like this, what will REAL sex be like? I can hardly wait.

She tapped and tapped the wine glass. Maybe I'll just go for a short while and burn off this energy. Or I could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Either way, I can't just sit here.

She stood up and began walking to the front of the restaurant, looking all over for Alan. She saw the door to the ladies' room and went in it without thinking. Once inside, her feet led her straight to one of the toilet stalls instead of to the sink and mirror as planned. What am I doing?! I don't have to take a pee; I did that just a little while ago.

Suddenly, a different perspective came to the fore in her consciousness. Oh come on. Who are you kidding? You know what you need and you need it now!

Her arousal was so high that there was no part of her brain that tried to dispute that. She pulled down her panties. Geez! I don't get wet that easily, but there's a little tsunami of lust down here. Oooh. Gross. Yuck!

She pulled her panties completely off and hung them on a hook on the stall door. Then she sat down on the closed toilet lid. In her excitement, she forgot that the only place she'd ever masturbated before was in her own bed or in the shower.

What a night! I think Alan really likes me. It's like we can't keep our hands off each other, even though we're sitting across the table. What if we played footsie below the table? Wouldn't that be fun? I could still try that when he gets back from his phone call, but I know I don't have the guts to start something like that. I'm so afraid to cross the line from officially platonic to something more, and that's not even mentioning the whole situation with Amy. It's funny - just a few minutes ago, he asked me if I wanted to order dessert and I told him that what I want to nibble on is already right in front of me. I can say outrageous stuff like that, and yet I'm still too chicken to even put my hand or foot on his knee.

She sighed heavily. Then she perked up. But what if HE were to start it? He's supposed to have turned into such a stud-muffin these days. Yeah! He would start touching me below the table, a little bit here, a little bit there, and the next thing you know, he'd have his toe in my pussy! Hell, why stop with a toe, a couple of fingers would feel a whole lot better!

She had been holding back from masturbating herself, even though she knew she would inevitably give in. It didn't take long for her resistance to crumble. Once she began thinking of Alan fingering her, she lost all control and began fingering herself with closed eyes so she could dream that he was doing it.

I can't believe I'm doing this! Thank God the stalls are so secure. I'll have to be extra quiet though. If anyone found out Christine the Ice Queen was jilling herself in a public place... But I don't wanna be the Ice Queen. Why can't I be Christine the Hot Tamale? Or Christine the Fire Tiger? Why do I have to come across in such a cold and unforgiving way? Why do I always have to play it safe?

Wait, I'm masturbating in a restaurant. For the first time in my life, I'm not playing it safe when it comes to sex! But what good does it do me now? I need to take risks with him, not by myself!

She began to frig herself more intently as her thoughts went back to Alan. Well, I guess I did a little, with all that practice flirting. Tonight he's seen my other side. Maybe it's all the wine, but I CAN loosen up!

Just then, someone in the stall next to hers flushed the toilet. The sudden burst of sound took her out of her thoughts and reminded her of where she was. Good God! What am I doing?! But it feels so good that I just can't stop! What if someone were to find me here?!

She momentarily freaked out until she looked at the door lock and confirmed again that it was securely locked. I know that no one can get in, but still I feel so...

Oh God! What if Alan found me here? Wouldn't that be deliciously awful? At first I'd be so mortified, so terrified, as he slammed the door open and stared at my slutty fingers... My probing, naughty fingers that just can't stop! But he's not the kind of guy who would just stare. Maybe the old Alan was, but the new Alan would take the situation in his firm and strong hands. He'd take one look at me and know what I need. A good hard fucking, that's what!

That's right, a fucking! It's my dream and I can use whatever fucking words I fucking want! He would say something like, "What do we have here?" as he smirked in complete triumph. 'Cos he knows I'm gonna get a massive beef injection and I know it too. Oooh! "Beef injection!" I love it. Why do I always pull back and run away from even saying things like that, even in my own thoughts? Tonight I found when talking like that out loud that it can be fun to be a little naughty. I'll bet sex is ten times better. A thousand times better! It's probably the best feeling in the whole wide world!

He wouldn't waste time. He'd say, "It's time I show you what sex is all about." Then he'd take my clothes off and take his off too. I'd be helpless in his strong arms and just let him turn me into a naked slut. In fact, he wouldn't even close the door! All the women coming and going would stop in front of this stall and peer in as he sat me in his lap and bounced me up and down, holding me and tossing me about like I was some kind of blow-up fucking doll! His hands would be on my breasts, for sure! I'd scream for joy and for shame but there would be nothing to do but GET FUCKED! Gaawwwd that would feel good!

Christine very rarely masturbated because she would rarely allow herself to get sexually worked up. But when she did she would always use one or two fingers only, and no additional aids. She was very careful about keeping her hymen intact, and mostly got off from fiddling with her clitoris.

However, now she was overcome by the desire to imagine what it would feel like to be filled to the limit with a fat erection, so she tried to add a third finger. She discovered that that didn't work: the twinges of discomfort from the additional girth kept her from taking all three fingers comfortably. Even so, simply even trying made her feel incredibly worldly and wanton.

Oh, yeah! That's it, Alan, fill me! Fuck me! Split me in two! After a few more thrusts like that she felt that she absolutely had to have three fingers. She made another effort and managed to get all three in, though it hurt some and they couldn't go very deep at all due to her hymen. Still, it was enough for her to better fantasize that the fingers represented Alan's erection.

Ooooh! God-it's-so-big! Ugh! Alan, no! I can't take all that cock! It's my first time. Please have mercy on me! Not so much fat COCK! Not so deep! Oh, soooo deep! Yes, deep! Deeper!

She moaned loudly in frustration as her hymen prevented the kind of penetration she deeply craved. No! I need more. I need his thick huge cock! I wanna go deep!

Suddenly she froze as she realized how loudly she'd just moaned. She paused in her thrusting. Shit! If there's anyone here, they must have heard that.

She remained completely still and strained to hear any sound. As she heard some shuffling of feet, her heart sank and her heartbeat pounded even faster than it was already hammering.

She reached out and flushed the toilet. She sighed, but quietly. Shit, shit, shit! Well, hopefully if anyone was paying attention they'll just think I was having a difficult bowel movement.

She waited a while, nearly a minute, until she heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Then she waited a little longer until she was fairly confident that she was alone. She thought, Shoot. I was having such a good time, but that ruined my groove.

However, that wasn't true. The close call only increased her excitement. As she resumed jilling herself she was instantly transported back into her fantasy. That's it, Alan, give it to me! Give it all to me! Don't hold back!

She imagined that he was lifting her up and slamming her back down onto his steel erection over and over. In an attempt to mimic that, she began bouncing up and down on the toilet seat. At first she did it a little, but soon she used a hand for support and actually lifted herself completely off of the seat repeatedly as she really got into it.

That's right, Alan! Fuck me hard! Take me! Make me yours! Use me! Use my cunt! Use me any way you want! Use my tits too!

She'd been so intent on playing with her clit and pussy that she'd temporarily forgotten about her breasts. But she brought the hand that had been helping to accentuate her bouncing to her chest and practically mauled herself in her frenzied excitement. Since her dress slipped down on one side, nearly exposing a nipple, she was able to reach in from that side and play with one breast directly.

She continued like that, working her pussy with three fingers, while frantically grasping at her breasts through her outfit, for a couple more minutes. She had to be careful due to her hymen. Luckily, hymens vary greatly from person to person and hers was deeper than most, but still she could do little more than push the three fingers in right at her pussy lips and keep them there.

She would start to moan loudly and then catch herself and quiet down, then repeat the process. She considered adding a fourth finger, but decided it was too risky for her hymen.

One reason why Christine rarely masturbated was because she wasn't the type to climax easily. In fact, she climaxed so rarely that each one was an event. But the plus side was that when she did reach climax it was always a big one, and this one was the biggest climax she'd ever had yet.

It took all of her concentration not to scream at the top of her lungs as her body was completely overcome by lust and the greatest of pleasures. She knew she was making some noise bouncing around, not to mention all of her huffing and puffing, but it couldn't be helped.

Then, all of a sudden, it was over. She came crashing down from her great high and found herself sitting on a toilet in a public place, with one hand on a boob and the other on her pussy. The awareness of the situation hit her hard, like she'd just been transported into her body from somewhere else. A depressed feeling suddenly overwhelmed her.

She slumped down and sighed. She flushed the toilet again, hoping once more that that would mask what she had really done. Damn! What's gotten into me? Alan's not all that. I think I'm building up all my years of erotic frustration and projecting all my fantasies and dreams onto him. But what's with my fantasy, what's that all about? Why is it that I'M the one telling HIM to use me? Did I really say that? Did I tell him to make me his? That's fucked up. Why is it the girl has to belong to the guy? Why can't it be the other way around? Why can't I use HIM? Why is it that he gets to sleep with any girl he wants while Amy waits patiently for him to come home from his fooling around?

Her mood suddenly flipped from righteous indignation to pure lust. Because he's such a powerful fucking machine, that's why! You can't stop a total stud like that. If even a fraction of the stories about him are true, he's a literal big-dicked non-stop fucking MACHINE! And to think I turned him down when he asked me out. What an idiot!

Just as suddenly, her mood flipped again. What's gotten into me? Suddenly, a completely inequitable situation is okay just because he's a "total stud"? I think not! So what if he's got a huge penis and knows what to do with it? The entire situation is- oh shit!

The sound of a nearby toilet flushing again roused her to reality a bit more. It hit her that she'd been in the ladies' room a lot longer than she'd meant to be and that she had to get back to her table. On the other hand, she was wiped out from her masturbation session. She tidied up, picked up her panties (they were so wet she had no intention to put them back on), and staggered out of the toilet stall. To her great relief, no one saw her come out, although a couple of the other stalls appeared to be in use.

She went to the sink, tossed her panties in the trash, and looked in the mirror as she tried to make herself presentable again.

Crap! How am I gonna go on without panties? I'd better just not get aroused anymore. Yeah, like that's gonna happen! She let out yet another heavy sigh as she lamented her lack of willpower.