I had a brief layover in NYC. I found myself a spot at a bar, ordered a drink, and took a look around. Across the way was another bar where I spotted an attractive man sitting alone. We spent the next hour eyeballing each other. As my departure approached, I felt that familiar urge. I paid my tab and wrote a note on a napkin: “Family restroom to your left. Fuck me. Now.” I left the bar, went straight up to him, made eye contact, put the napkin on his table, and proceeded to the restroom to wait. I didn’t have a ton of time, so I told myself I’ll give him five mins to get his tab paid and show up. If not, oh well. Sure enough, a few minutes later I heard a light knock on the door and I opened it up to him. With no words exchanged, he stepped inside and I immediately began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. His cock was average and I easily throated it, making it grow quickly. As soon as he was hard to my liking, I stood up and leaned over the sink. He flipped my skirt, pulled my panties aside, checked for wetness with his fingers (I’m always wet! Hehe), slid his cock in, and pounded my pussy. I watched him in the mirror—he was focused on watching his cock slide in and out, and it only took about 12 pumps for him to release and fill me. There was a brief moment of recovery, then we both gathered our composure. He left first and about a minute later, I walked out and proceeded to the gate for my flight. About 15 minutes later, I boarded my flight. Low and behold, walking down the aisle to my seat, who do I spy a couple rows behind mine??? Yup. My restroom stranger fuck! Of course we exchanged a knowing look and a smile. It was unbelievably hot knowing the stranger who’s cum I was carrying was flying just a few rows behind me, probably watching me and thinking about his load leaking out of me during the flight. It was a three hour flight and as we approached our destination, it occurred to me that he had plenty of time to recover. After landing, I made sure to make eye contact as I got up to exit. Unfortunately, I did not see him at the baggage claim. I suppose that was too much to hope for, but even so, it was an excellent way to start my weekend getaway!