Her bathroom encounter

"Tell me about your bathroom encounter with the waitress." You say, nodding, agreeing with Emma that what you want are details.

And she seems more than happy to oblige. "Well... she was already there waiting for me..."

You shake your head and say to yourself "unbelievable"

Emma hears you. "Is it? People tell me that they're not use to getting what they want sexually all the time, but I have no idea what that's like."

It occurs to you that it's been foolish of you and pretty munch the whole world, to assume that Emma was some sort of 'good girl.' Why would someone as desired as she is, and in a position to get whatever she wants, whenever she wants, hold back and be good? You certainly wouldn't. Would anyone?

Emma goes on. "She motioned for me to go into a stall with her, but I didn't want to. I mean, what fun would that be? No one could walk in on us in there. And I walked up to her and shoved her against the nearest wall. She moaned and immediately covered her mouth with both hands. Maybe she's a moaner and she knew she'd have to **** herself to keep quiet. I don't know. But it did keep her quiet as I pulled her black skirt up to her waist, and her white cotton panties down to her ankles..." Emma pauses, keeping you in suspense. But as she smiles with her wet lips, it's not like you don't know what happened next.

"And then I went in for my dinner. She had a thin trimmed but very fluffy red bush. It was difficult getting my tongue as deep into her as I could without it tickling my nose. But I like a challenge. And she was a real squirmer too." Emma fidgets in her seat. Reliving this is clearly exciting her. "Her pale skin got all covered in goose pimples. I shoved my tongue deep inside her for a bit. Then I sucked on her clit for a bit. Then I shoved my tongue inside her again."

You take a deep breath, and glance around. You're still sitting in a public space. It's all unbelievable. "Sounds like you did a good job." You say.

"Oh, trust me, I'm very good at it." She bites her lip and wiggles her shoulders. "It's not hard to get good at the things you love." Emma glances around the restaurant. You're not sure if she's looking for the waitress or looking for other potential pussies that would make a good meal. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, it didn't take too long and I made her cum, all over the place."

You shake your head again. Of course you really want to know if she accomplished the task you set out for her, "So are you wearing her..."

"And then something very unexpected happened." Either Emma didn't even hear your question or she doesn't care. "Something very unexpected indeed."

And for a moment, you don't care about your challenge, you want to know where this is going. "What happened?" you ask.