I had just finished my meeting and had some time to kill. It was a beautiful hot summers day and as I walked from Russel Square tube station I looked at the time. It was just after two and thought I might as well get a drink, something to eat and kill a couple of hours rather than heading back to the office. As I walked down Marchmont Street, I came to a nice looking pub called the Marquis Cornwallis. Huge numbers of young people mingled outside, drink in hand, carefree. It looked inviting so I stepped inside. In contrast to the outside there were only about ten people in the pub. Clearly the sunshine outside being preferable but I needed to work and needed a table so needs must. Many tables were still covered in dirty plates showing that lunchtime had been busy. I ordered a glass of red and a tuna ciabatta and turning to the right, went into the separate side area screened from the main bar area where it was noticeably quieter and sat at a table with my back to the wall. The pub was really well decorated, a lot of nice wooden tables and provided a quiet oasis from which to take some time out from the hustle and bustle of the main entrance of the bar while I had lunch. The only other occupants were two older men who finished their drinks and left as I took my seat.

My lunch arrived and after setting up my laptop, I hardly saw anyone for the next ten minutes apart from the odd visitor on their way to the toilets. Soon after, absorbed in my work I became aware of a young woman sitting facing me in the other corner. She was sitting with her back to the main bar area and like me, unseen unless you walked around the screened area. Some minutes later and reaching for my drink, I had my first proper look at her. She looked like a lot of the thirty year old young women who had stood outside, local office workers dressed in light summer clothing, long hair pinned back, make up and tanned legs. I could see from the summer dress she wore her legs were like the rest of her, large and shapely. I’m not especially into big breasts but I had to admire her cleavage which strained against her neck line and showed a very expansive pair of breasts.

I carried on with my work and after a while I saw her put down her book and walk out to the bar and it didn’t escape my notice what a lovely full figure she had. She was definitely on the large size but quite attractive with well proportioned full hips and a naturally pretty face with full lips that suited her frame perfectly. Returning some minutes later I inadvertently looked up as she returned carrying her drinks. She saw me looking and gave me a pleasant smile before taking her seat and returning to her book. I glanced up and at exactly the same moment she did the same and we both smiled awkwardly. A moment later the girl behind the bar entered carrying a bowl of chunky chips and placed them in front of the woman. I watched as she started to eat them, amused as she didn’t seem to take her eyes of her book for a single second. Then she looked up and once again the awkward smile as we both seemed to have looked at each other at the same moment. Then she got up and I sensed, rather than saw that she was in front of me. Looking up she gave me a beautiful smile, apologised for disturbing me and asked if she could take the ketchup from my table. ‘Of course, help yourself’ I said with my best smile which was returned with a huge smile and a shy flirtatious flick of her hair. As she took the bottle she seemed to take just a fraction of a second too long taking the bottle from my hand as I passed it up to her and not for the first time I felt she was flirting with me.

It’s funny how self-conscious you can feel when you sense someone is looking at you and at that moment I was no different. Propping my elbows on the table meant my short sleeve shirt rode up my arms and I was pleased to note that she clearly registered my biceps and gave me an admiring smile as I caught her eye. Her response was to slowly cross her legs and then very self-consciously play with the hem of her dress showing her ample, tanned thighs. I didn’t even bother to hide my glances, in fact I knew that’s what she wanted as she sat smiling at me seemingly encouraging me by then re-crossing her legs and managing to expose even more thigh. Then having got my attention she leant forward, pulled the front of her neckline and I was given an even better view of her cleavage. Smiling again, she then took a chip and lifting it up she offered it to me knowing it wasn’t her chips I was looking at. ‘I’m sure you want some?’ she said provocatively. ‘Well, it would be rude not to’ and with that she stood, took the bowl and walked them over to me giving me a full view of her legs as she did so. ‘I only want one’ I said but she said she had had enough and besides ‘it’s better to share things together’. Then grabbing her bag, drink and book she asked, ‘do you mind’ and before I could respond she took a seat opposite me.

For several minutes we introduced ourselves, provided a brief if largely irrelevant description of our jobs but by then it was obvious that we were heading down a path that led to something else other than careers. She clearly seemed to enjoy having me look at her cleavage and used every opportunity to lean forward, exposing more breast while sucking the ketchup slowly from each chip. The game continued for some minutes and then deciding the moment was right, I leant forward and told her that there was something I wanted to tell her. ‘Carry on’ she said but looking around I gestured to her to lean forward as if I wanted to be ultra discreet and whisper something private. She gave me a fantastic sexy smile, sucked the end of a chip and leant into me so I could whisper into her ear. I made a point of looking around, paused inches from her cheek and then whispered quietly, slowly, confidently, ‘I want to see you naked and lick every single inch of your body, very, very slowly’. She pulled back, a gorgeous smile on her face. ‘Really, and how are you going to do that’ she replied seductively. ‘Because I’m going to take you somewhere quiet and strip you naked!’

She didn’t even look worried but just sat back laughing and asked me if she had a choice. ‘no’ I replied, ‘now sit forward and come closer’. Slowly, seductively she inched forward on her chair and with one hand already under the table I placed my hand on her knee and sensing no effort to stop me I slowly ran my hand up her thigh and pressed my hand inside of her soft thighs until she gave way and parted them slowly allowing me to stroke her to he top of her thighs. She furtively looked around but made no effort to move.

Hearing movement behind her she suddenly clamped her thighs shut, looked around the bar and then clearly suddenly less confident she tried to pull back. ‘Don’t move’ I told her quietly, sternly and seeing me look over her shoulder before looking back at her and told her there was no one there. I didn’t hesitate but continued to slide up her thigh, only stopping an inch from her knickers. ‘How long have you got?’ I asked. ‘Not long, how long do you need?’. Then I saw the excitement, I knew then she craved the attention. I could sense the overwhelming desire in her eyes, she bit her lip and I knew that she wasn’t going to stop. I had already formulated a plan and told her to drink up and pack her bag. I didn’t even wait for her response but put my laptop into my bag and stood up making it clear I was waiting for her. ‘Where are we going’ she asked. ‘I need the toilet before we leave. They are upstairs, follow me’ I instructed and with that she grabbed her bag and I heard her steps quicken behind me as she rushed to catch up.

At the top of the stairs was a balcony. A room screened off opposite me, dark and full of chairs and to my right the toilets with separate doors for male and female. I was still some six feet ahead of her, pushed open the door to the gents, holding it ajar with my foot and taking a risk that I hadn’t seen anyone pass us to the toilets for quite a while, I grabbed her arm as she passed to enter the ladies. I registered the shock on her face but in one swift movement, I kicked open the door and drew her into the gents, past the inner door and without giving her a chance to even question me, used my body to drive her into the furthest of the three toilet cubicles. I could hear her deep breathing as she asked me what I was doing? Without a pause I spun her round, placed my mouth upon hers and in response, I felt her tongue probe my mouth and we fell backwards with her leaning back against the wall, my body pressed against hers.

Over the years I had seen so many films where the couple rip each others clothes off and have wild passionate sex but this was the first time in a long time, I could remember anything quite to animalistic, intensely desperate as this. She leant down and tried to undo my belt, trying to force her hand into my fly and grabbing my cock. I grabbed her wrists and pushing her back with my weight I held her arms above her head and easily pinned her wrists to the wall with one hand. Reaching behind her back, I felt the clasp of her zip and easily pulled it down. Her neckline now partly open I slid my hand into her dress and ripped her right breasts free of her bra, her enormous breasts topped by a large pink nipple and immediately bent forward and took it into my mouth. I heard her whimper and groan, holding perfectly still as I did so as if my actions had frozen her still. Then reaching down I went under the hem of her dress and lifted it up above her waist, placed my foot between her feet and levered her feet outwards. Firmly I pressed my knee between her thigh until she stood legs shoulder width apart. Somewhere I was aware of her groaning and her voice but more than anything it was the sound of her breathing as she now stood thrashing around desperately trying to pull her hands away from my grip.

I reached between her legs. Her panties were sodden. I pulled them aside and in one easy, swift movement entered her, thrusting two fingers, sliding them easily deep inside her. Finally losing my grip she launched herself at me and as I continued to bend forward trying to suck her nipple and increase the thrusting of my fingers she caught me off balance and this time I fell back against the wall. She was on me. Gripping my belt, she pulled me forwards, tearing frantically, she somehow managed to get it undone, pulled the claps on my trousers undone and with my zip already open she gripped my hard, swollen cock and was wanking my hardness violently. Trying to regain my balance I pushed forward, driving her back against the wall and this time I didn’t need to open her legs, She now stood feet shoulder width apart, she reached up, ripped down her dress, then her bra and was now holding a breasts in each hand, massaging them roughly before tweaking her nipples and biting her lip to stifle her screams as I once again entered her and resumed to thrust into to her hard and deep.

For a couple of intense minutes this continued, groaning, biting, kissing, pulling, pushing, each wrestling to have control and feed our frenzy but I knew she was close. I could feel her pussy tighten, pulsing against my hand, her juices running freely and as I lifted my mouth and sucked hard on her breasts she couldn’t contain herself and slamming her hand against the door with a huge bang she planted her hands to the sides and orgasmed as her legs seemed to buckle underneath her. I stood up straight, our lips met, our tongues intertwined before she placed her hands on my chest and violently pushed me back against the wall. Unexpected and off balance, I fell backwards against the wall and before I even realised she was bent forwards and had taken my cock into her eager mouth and holding the base of my cock started to suck me so hard the intensity so acute, I actually wanted to stop her. Then in what must have only been seconds, the intensity of her mouth, the fierceness of her thrusts, I told her I was going to cum.

Suddenly there was a load bang. It was the outside door, someone was coming in! I tried to stop but she didn’t hesitate. Footsteps walked to the urinal but all I could hear was her breathing as she continued. Either oblivious or not caring she seemed to suck harder, as for what seemed like an eternity I waited for the guy to finish, then wash his hands before finally hearing his footsteps recede beyond the door. With him gone, in seconds I felt my cock throb and with a loud groan I came deep in her mouth whilst she continued to suck me with such ferocity I had to physically grab her and beg her to stop. I clung to the wall for support. For some seconds we both stood, both leaning with our backs to the wall facing each other, neither seemingly able to move. We both stood looking at each other and as if slowly realising were we were and in our dishelmed state, I took some tissue and handing her some we started to tidy our clothes. Within a minute we had regained some of our composure and as she slung her shoulder bag and I grabbed my briefcase, we walked as nonchantly as we could from the toilets, down the stairs and walked as innocently as we could through the bar to the exit as if nothing had happened. We walked round the corner. I stopped, bent forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. She thanked me, I told her it was my pleasure and with one last smile we walked off in opposite directions. I didn’t look back. I walked to Russel Square tube before sitting on the train and realised that I had just had one the most intense, impersonal, instantaneous sexual experience of my life.