We went out to dinner, and had a great time. The best part was when I excused myself from the table after dinner. Apparently he paid the bill immediately, because I’d hardly started to wash my hands and check my makeup and hair when he walked into the restroom. I started to say something, but he held a finger to his lips as he checked each stall. He locked the door to the ladies room and walked up behind me. We looked at each other in the mirror, and he pulled my hair down. His hands trailed through my hair, down to my ass, and slid up my skirt. He pulled my panties aside and started fingering me. I watched him watching me as he finger-fucked me, and I knew the exact moment he pulled his cock out. It slid between my thighs and replaced his fingers inside of me. I watched him watching me as his hands slid up to my tits, and he started to thrust into me. He fucked me in long, deep strokes, driving me quickly over the brink just as someone came and knocked on the door. He came just then, filling my pussy up. We fixed ourselves, and he snuck into the cubby at the end of the room. I excused myself from the restroom to a couple of curious old ladies, and laughed all the way to the car. He made it out without being found out, we think.