I don't know how often something like this takes place. I imagine not often. I am bisexual and I believe I was born that way. I love the softness and caressing lovemaking of a woman but my c-u-n-t needs to be full of cock now and then and the plastic, fake devices my girl friends use, sometime wear, just don't cut it. Other than a man's cock I have little use for men.

Out with two girl friends, usually man-bashing, their babbling seemed to go into low volume and all I could perceive was this man two tables down. He was with some other guys. I cannot find the right words to describe this but it was not like he was familiar, yet, he was, somehow familiar to me. He was average build as I was and probably just a few inches taller as I first scanned and surmised him sitting there.

We would look away then our eyes were magnetically brought back to lock on. We had not spoken not even met. It was not that I felt sudden love, just sudden lust. I knew absolutely that he was feeling the same thing. I knew I did not have to say a word to him as we stared at each other. I could feel my pussy begin to wet.

The toilets were near the back door and I got up, went to the women's room and cleaned my now wet crotch a bit with some paper towels, removed my panties, and went outside. He was standing near the back door. Outside, we had a moonless, cool autumn night with little ambient light available, so, dark.

We walked slowly toward the back of the restaurant and I felt his hand take mine. It felt electric. Finding a part of the back of the place near a very old, large tree, that I identified as oak (all this remains vivid) I placed my back on the wall of the restaurant and he embraced me as our mouths met. We could not wait another second before being sexually engaged and lifting my skirt and one leg a bit, he slowly thrust was felt like a hot, soft surfaced but hard, thick cucumber into my vagina. It felt like coming home.

We fucked for only around five minutes then both began to come. I felt him pull out before he came and could hear his groans as he spurted out a great number of streams that I heard falling on dry leaves. Both breathless, he urinated a bit then slowly penetrated me again and both our hips were engaged in drawing all the vitality out of our bodies. His hard but soft-skinned cock felt so good I shuddered and we continued for more than five minutes and once again reached mutual orgasms.

For a fleeting moment I wondered if anyone in the restaurant knew we were out here, tearing off a large piece of ass from each other. When i was coming, his cock was still in me and I knew he could feel my vagina pulsating around his rigid shaft. I felt this man would be welcomed to fuck me non-stop until the end of time and wondered how fucking ever happened and realized that everything alive must fuck.


We returned inside after dusting ourselves off went to our tables. One of the girls asked, "Where the hell have you been?: I said, "Getting the best fuck I ever had in my life." My voice trailed off and my still twitching
c-u-n-t is the only clue I had that it was not just some glorious dream. It twitched so hard I could feel it in my anus. Soon, I forgot what the guy looked like but I could still feel his turgid cock sliding in and and out
of where it was meant to slide in and out.