"Go to the bathroom, undress, enter one of the cubicles but don't close it, put this blindfold on your eyes and stay with your back to the door with your legs spread and your hands on the wall".

We had connected on a dating app and were getting to know each other in the hotel café near his house. Although we had been exchanging very explicit photos and chats the previous days, the conversation that day had been almost virginal until that precise moment.

I remained still and silent, looking at him, and he looked back at me silently.

After a while, with a firm voice, he said "if I have to repeat it, I won't repeat it, I'll take you there and it will be worse".

It was already late, pre-dinner time, and the café was quite crowded. Clearly, it wasn't a randomly chosen moment.

I got up and headed to the bathroom. I made sure no one was around, chose the farthest cubicle, and positioned myself just as he had ordered.

The wait seemed eternal to me, I suppose due to the situation I was in. Despite the commotion outside, everything was very quiet in the bathroom. Everything, except me.

Suddenly, the door opened and footsteps were heard. My heart was about to jump out of my mouth. The footsteps approached and stopped right behind me. And silence.

Another eternal wait, although I suppose it was only a couple of seconds. A hand starts caressing my ass and another pinches my nipple. A little moan of pleasure escapes me.

The hands withdraw. Belt unbuckling, zipper opening, spit on the hand, the hand on my anus, cock inside, and a cry of pain and pleasure, silenced and muffled by his hand on my mouth.

Three or four strong thrusts, pause, tension, growl, tremors, cum shot inside me, zipper closing, belt buckling, slap, footsteps moving away, door closing.

And there I stayed, leaking his cum for a while, until I decided that either he was the one who had just left or someone else had taken the opportunity.

I removed the blindfold, got dressed without even cleaning myself, and left. I was surprised to see him sitting in the café, calm and collected, and he was surprised and angry when he saw me. He signaled for me to return to the table with him, asked me why I was there instead of in the bathroom as he had ordered, and without giving me time to answer, simply got up and left.

I never found out if the visitor had been him or not, although I suppose it's perhaps better that way.