At the cafe

About two weeks had passed since the events described in the story "Friday Night Preferans."

My girlfriends, the ones I studied with, invited me out to a cafe. Since I was staying at home and they were working, we chose Friday evening.

There wasn't much hope my husband would look after our daughter, so I made arrangements with my mother-in-law. I took my daughter to her with the condition that I would pick her up tomorrow morning.

The weather was warm, so I dressed lightly—a jacket and a skirt above the knee. Besides, we weren't planning to stay out late.

Eight of us gathered; the others couldn't or didn't want to come. The cafe accommodated us—they gave us a corner and pushed some tables together. We placed our order and

the evening of reminiscing began. I hadn't seen some of them since graduating from the institute.

We drank beer, and with the conversation, it quickly ran out. We ordered more. So, after about two hours, we were already tipsy. Some left our group. The most resilient remained, and it was still early. We continued to reminisce about our student years.

Someone's hand landed on my shoulder, and I heard:

— Hello!

Startled, I flinched and looked over my shoulder—it was Alexey! I silently stared at him and didn't know what to say.

Alexey took the initiative:

— Ladies! I'm kidnapping your friend for one dance. Don't worry, she'll be back in 10 minutes.

And he took me by the arm and helped me up.

As soon as I saw him, my heart started pounding, and I felt warmth below. In an instant, everything from that evening flashed through my memory.

— What are you doing here?

— The same as you, I'm with friends. Are we just going to stand here, or are we actually going to dance?

He was behaving confidently, even a bit arrogantly.

I didn't know how to act. His appearance was a complete surprise.

He put his hand on my waist and led me away from our table. Fast music was playing in the cafe, and we reached a spot where several people were dancing.

— Where's Andrey?

— At home, it's a girls' night for us.

He kept his hand on my waist. This whole situation was starting to arouse me—I was standing next to the man who had fucked me in my own home in front of my husband two weeks ago. I began to feel myself getting wet below.

Slow music started playing. A few other couples were dancing with us. One of his hands was still on my waist, the other was on my ass.

— Don't.

— What?

— Take your hand away.

— And if I don't, what will happen?

He was sure of himself. And I was trying to hide from him that I was getting more and more aroused.

I was silent.

— I want you! Let's go to my place.

— I can't... What about my friends...

— Tell them it's time to go home.

— I'm not going to your place.

I wanted him and wanted him right that minute.

— Go to the restroom. I'll be right there.

I pulled away from him and headed to our table. I picked up my purse:

— I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom.

— Who was that?

— A friend of my husband's.

I headed towards the restroom. Alexey was standing near the entrance to the men's room. There was no one else in the hallway. Before reaching him, I put my index finger to my lips and walked past. I went into the women's room. No one was there; I checked the stalls—empty. I peeked into the hallway and signaled to him. He understood immediately. I went into a stall, he followed me. He closed the door and slid the bolt. He turned to me, unbuttoned my jacket. He began stroking my breasts over my bra, my stomach. Then he turned me with my back to him and pressed on my back. I obeyed him, bent over, and braced my hands against the wall. He lifted my skirt, threw it over my back. Moved the strip of my thong aside and with a sharp motion entered me with his cock. He started fucking me with sharp thrusts; I arched my back when he entered me.

And then the sound of heels was heard—someone entered the restroom. He didn't even slow his pace! Someone went into the stall next door. From the fact that I was being f... here, while someone was right next door and could hear what was happening, I came. A flushing sound was heard from next door. Alexey kept pounding me. Then someone left the neighboring stall, and soon the sound of heels faded. Alexey entered me fully and froze. And then I felt him coming. We stood like that for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled his cock out of me, took off the condom, and threw it in the bin.

— Well, what do you say, you little slut, did you like it?

I silently straightened my clothes. He stood there watching with a smug smirk. I went to the door, opened it, and looked out. No one was there. I went to the entrance door—also no one. I called him. He quickly came out and went into the men's room.

I returned to the table.

— Finally. We were about to go look for you.

— Everything's fine.

After sitting a little longer, we all went our separate ways.