The bathroom of the restaurant in Akademiya was never a place Alhaitham expected to find excitement. It was cramped, dimly lit, and not exactly the epitome of romance. But as fate would have it, that's exactly where he found himself, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Three buttons had popped open, a casualty of the shirt's tightness. Alhaitham was a waiter, yes, but he was also a scholar. His love for books and ruins often overshadowed his physique, and he preferred it that way. But as he looked up from his buttons, he saw a woman in the corner, seemingly unfazed by the fact that she was in the men's restroom.
"Excuse me, madam," he began, but she ignored him. Her eyes were locked onto his exposed chest, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
"A fine specimen like you shouldn't hide behind books and ruins, you should be on display," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Alhaitham felt a blush creep up his cheeks. "I beg your pardon?"
She ignored his protests, instead focusing on his buttons. Her hands were warm, her touch gentle but firm. Alhaitham's discomfort was evident, but she paid no mind. Instead, her gaze drifted lower, to the growing bulge in his pants.
The woman tossed her underwear aside, now soaking wet. Alhaitham couldn't help but notice the dirty scent emanating from it. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but she didn't seem to notice.
With a determined look in her eyes, she leaned in, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. Her lips met his in a deep, passionate kiss. Alhaitham's resolve weakened as she began to stroke his hard cock. He was falling into her trap.
Their bodies intertwined, their moans echoing off the bathroom tiles. It was a passionate encounter, one that left Alhaitham stunned and confused.
Afterward, she handed him a napkin with her number scribbled on it. "Until next time, scholar," she winked, leaving him alone in the bathroom.
As the night progressed, Alhaitham couldn't shake the memory of their encounter. He was drawn to her, despite the risks. Despite the fact that she was a stranger, and despite the fact that they had met in the men's restroom.
But there was something about her that he couldn't resist. She was strong, controlling, and direct. She was everything he wasn't, and everything he found himself drawn to.
He couldn't wait to see her again.
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