Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Mark and Hana arrived at Le Pavillon a few minutes early—around 7:45 pm—which allowed them time to take in the enormity of the space. The restaurant sits on a second-floor cavity within an industrial corporate tower. In sharp contrast to the cold, metropolitan concrete, the restaurant touts lush greenery, live trees, and foliage that create pathways through the dining room. The darkness outside made the restaurant’s interior feel magical and intimate. Although there were sections of tables traditionally arranged in rows, there were a few two-person round tables conveniently shielded from mainstream view—on one side, these tables were obscured by carefully manicured olive trees and knee-high rows of shrubbery. On the other, was a concrete wall with a soaring spectacle of natural wooden panels. As luck would have it, one of these semi-private spaces belonged to Mark and Hana that night.

The dinner itself was everything you’d expect and more. To unburden themselves from decision-making during dinner, they opted for the three-course tasting menu with a bottle of Syrah to unburden themselves from decision-making during dinner. The tension in Hana’s shoulders seemed to melt away halfway through her second glass and the main course. The relief was mutual, and a night where they could just immerse themselves in each other’s company was exactly what they needed. Even if they were sitting shoulder to shoulder with another couple, nothing could’ve broken the attention they were paying towards one another.

Mark and Hana left the restaurant around 10. It felt like they were retracing the steps from their night in Chicago. But while the Midwest would be slowly winding down by this time, New York’s reputation as the city that never sleeps was on full display. They felt obligated to holster any temptation to retreat to their hotel for a few hours to explore what the city had to offer. After scrolling for nightcap possibilities, Hana suggested they check out The Campbell right around the corner from the restaurant.

Inside felt a bit like going back in time; what The Campbell calls “the office” is one of the bar’s three spaces. The office gives off a real 1920s smoking room vibe. Quartzite accents, bold brass finishes, and custom wood adorn much of the bar surfaces while rich, hunter-green mohair and leather furnishings complement the rest of the room. Mark and Hana found a couple of seats on a high-backed corner sectional that allowed them to sit next to each other facing out towards a series of tables.

A young waiter came by shortly to take their drink orders, stealing glances at Hana in that stunning dress while she looked over the menu. Every time she’d look back at him to ask a question, his eyes would quickly dart back to meet hers before drifting back to examine how that dress clung to her tits. He was so preoccupied with that visual splendor that he tripped over the flooring on the way back to the bar.

“I think you made that guy’s night.”

Hana smirked, knowing full well the effect she was having on him (and probably every guy in the bar that night after you walked in). When he came back with their cocktails, Hana let her hand linger on his suggestively. He glanced in Mark’s direction with a panicked look on his face—if to suggest he wasn’t doing anything—before speed-walking back to the bar.

“That poor guy. He looks like he’s about to explode,” Mark said with a chuckle. Admittedly, the thought of Hana toying with other guys was a huge turn-on. They’d talked about their past endeavors, each confessing to having plenty of adventurous sex before they met (threesomes, foursomes, public sex, one-night stands). Still, it was clear they both had plenty of unexplored fantasies and were ready to unlock more of them together. While they enjoyed their drinks and each other’s company, Hana’s foot started making light brushes against Mark’s shin under the table while she almost subconsciously rimmed her cocktail glass with her index finger. After a few minutes of letting her mind drift, she abruptly snapped back to reality.

“We should use the restroom before we head out.”

Mark nodded, and Hana got up while he flagged down the waiter for the check.

After settling the bill, Mark’s mind went adrift. He pictured Hana flirting unabashedly with the young waiter, sliding him a key to their hotel room while Mark was out. As he approached their hotel room door, he swore he could hear moans coming from the other side. Mark walked in to see Hana bouncing on his cock. She looked over her shoulder to exchange glances with him, before turning back to focus on her new toy. At first the waiter panicked, but Hana grabbed his face to pull his focus back to her. She ground her hips onto him and moved his hands onto her tits. The waiter held on for dear life as Hana used to cum. It wasn’t long before he followed. He flipped her onto her back before painting her tits with cum.

Mark snapped out of it. He realized it’d been some time, so he shot Hana a quick text to see if she was okay. No response. He got up and decided it’d be best to check on her in the restroom himself. Mark cracked the door open and called out Hana’s name.

“I’m in here.”

Somewhat relieved, Mark pushed through the bathroom door and toward the last stall where he discovered Hana leaning against the far wall with her fingers gently running circles against her clit and her lacy black thong around her ankles. Hana’s face was drunk with lust.

“It’s about time you got the hint.”

“I want you to fuck me in the bathroom before we go would’ve been more direct than what you said at the table.”

Hana smiled before stepping out of her panties as Mark closed the distance between them. He could see Hana’s juices running down her legs and her arousal was dripping onto the floor. He dropped to his knees and worked his way up Hana’s inner thighs, tasting her sweetness. Hana’s left hand cupped the back of Mark’s head, guiding him up towards her inviting slit. He started planting soft kisses around her pussy and her hips jutted forward, eager for release.

“Mmm…eat this pussy, baby,” Hana pleaded. Mark flattened his tongue against her sex and dragged it upward, sending shockwaves through her body.

“Mmmmhhhh…fuuuuuck!” she cried out. Hana’s position against the wall gave her leverage. Both of her hands were now pressed against Mark’s head to keep him from any further teasing. She lifted her left leg over his shoulder before starting to fuck Mark’s face. Hana’s moans were getting louder, any lingering discretion fading with your orgasm in sight until…

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

At that point, Mark realized I never shut the stall door. Their eyes immediately turned toward the voice and found the waiter standing in front of them—apologetic, but frozen enough that he couldn’t look away. Hana broke the awkward silence with a rage of lust. She grabbed him by the shirt into the stall, latched the door, forced him to his knees, and made him pick up where Mark left off.

Mark saw him make a feeble attempt at processing how the hell this was happening to him, Hana’s slick pussy rocking against his face in the middle of his shift. Mark stood back to admire the view and locked eyes with his girlfriend. She was swirling in pure animalistic lust as she used her new toy in front of him. The waiter’s cock was visibly tenting his work pants while he lapped at Hana’s sex.

“Cum on his face, baby,” Mark demanded, possessed by the fantasy that he’d played out in his head a few moments before.

“Ooohh fuuuck…” Mark’s command triggered Hana’s orgasm. The waiter’s hands blindly reached for her tits, trying to pinch Hana’s nipples through her dress. His attempt to heighten her pleasure was admirable, but his inexperience was distracting. She swatted his hands away as her body rode the wave of her orgasm, her gaze never leaving Mark’s.

As soon as she came down, Hana stepped over the waiter without even an ounce of acknowledgment. She pushed Mark against the opposite stall wall. The waiter spun around to look at them—his confused face a mess of cum and saliva—just as Hana pulled Mark’s cock out, dropped into a squat, and took him deep into her throat. It was his turn to watch.

He undid his belt and started to tug on his cock, tripping backward until his back hit the wall. Hana was eager to put on a show for him, slowly gyrating her hips suggestively while she worked her boyfriend’s cock. She shifted them sideways to give the waiter a better view. She made purposeful eye contact with him every time her tongue ran up and down Mark’s shaft and then shifted back to Mark every time she pinned his cock upright against his body to service his sensitive balls. The show was too much for the young waiter to handle. He started to jackhammer his cock furiously before cumming all over the bathroom floor. Mark lifted Hana up and entered her from behind. Her face contorted in pleasure while the waiter continued to stroke his dick inches from her face. Even though he’d just cum, he was desperate that Hana would wrap her lips around it and bring him to a second release.

His head rolled back once she finally gave in to his silent pleas. The sound of sex filled the bathroom up as the two men worked Hana from both ends, the waiter’s cock disappearing further down her throat as Mark thrust into her. The sights and sounds were intensely erotic for everyone, and it was bringing the trio dangerously close to climax.

The waiter came first, filling Hana’s mouth with his seed. She grabbed onto his hips, pulling him into her, while her other free hand cradled his balls. He once again stumbled backward as his softening cock fell out of your mouth. Hana arched her back as she stood upright. Her right arm wrapped around Mark’s head, pulling his ear close to her mouth.

“Come inside this pussy, daddy,” Hana whispered.

That sent Mark over the edge. He erupted into her, and Hana matched his thrusts to milk his cock for everything it was worth. When Mark finally pulled out, a steady stream of cum poured out of her. There was a collective pool of sex on the floor of the stall next to Hana’s discarded, soaked-through panties.

Hana twirled around to kiss Mark, their tongues dancing together until they fully came down from their high. They left the waiter in the stall brimming in his afterglow with a new keepsake—Hana’s lace panties—before leaving the bar and being greeted by the crisp evening air outside. The sudden refreshment woke Mark up from this entrancement. It was still unclear how they went from a romantic dinner to a wild encounter in a bar bathroom, but any surface uncertainty was counteracted by a strange craving deep inside of him. He liked it. And he wanted more. He just wasn’t sure what yet. Mark started walking them towards the hotel when Hana paused and squeezed his hand insistently in the opposite direction

“There’s one more place I wanted to take you to tonight.”

[To be continued…]