Sex stories

This happened two weeks ago. I was having lunch at a Lebanese restaurant during my break when I spotted this incredibly hot Arab waiter – tall, about 6'3", muscular, maybe 90 kilos, black hair, trimmed beard, light eyes... a real man straight out of the gym.

I placed my order, already checking him out. I noticed his glances too – subtle but definitely there. I took a seat where I could keep an eye on him. His tight joggers showed off a solid, round ass. His T-shirt clung to his chest just enough to reveal his thick pecs and clearly visible nipples. I was getting hard just sitting there.

He kept returning my looks. The tension was building. After eating, I figured I’d go to the restroom—just in case. I was finishing washing my hands, a little disappointed to be alone in there, when suddenly he walked in.

He looked me straight in the eyes and stepped into a stall, leaving the door slightly open. Standing right in front of the toilet, he gave me a quick nod to come in. I didn’t hesitate. I walked in, he closed the door, and without a word he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard.

His arms wrapped around me, his body pressed against mine. He smelled amazing – that masculine mix of cologne and sweat.
He growled:
“I saw you come in, and I knew I needed to fuck you.”
“Same,” I whispered back.

His hands slid down and dropped his joggers, revealing a thick, heavy cock that was already getting hard. I dropped to my knees and started sucking. That thick meat stretched my mouth wide, and I could feel it deep in my throat.

He didn’t let me go for long. He pulled me back up, kissed me again, then dropped my pants. He knelt down and took me in his mouth – damn, he was good with his tongue.

Then he turned me around, grabbed my ass with both hands, and started rimming me. His tongue was wild, warm, wet. I was moaning softly, gripping the stall door. After a moment, I felt his thick tip at my entrance. He spit, lubed me up, and slowly pushed in.

My hole opened to take him in. He held my hips tight and started thrusting, deep and strong.
“Fuck yeah, I’m all the way in.”
“Oh god, yes, fuck me harder,” I moaned, biting my lip to stay quiet.

His chest was pressed against my back, one hand gripping my throat, the other on my hip, pumping deep and steady. I was melting, lost in the rhythm of his body.

Then his breathing changed.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it. Fill me up,” I told him.

He groaned and slammed in deep one last time. I felt his cock pulsing, pumping hot cum inside me. That was enough to make me cum too, hard, shooting all over the stall wall.

We stayed like that a moment, panting. Then he pulled out, turned me around and kissed me again.
“I have to get back to work. But here’s my number. I wanna see you again.”

He adjusted his joggers, winked, and left. I was still shaking from the intensity of it all.

We’ve been texting since. But that’s another story…