Page 13 of Tushie: A Taboo Tale of Forbidden Love

Neither of them drank alcohol very much, but tonight she was happy to have a little something to settle her nerves and Cole had requested a nice bottle of sparkling Rosé for them to share.

‘Here’s to us,’ he said, as he raised his glass.

The clink was barely audible over the hubbub of the restaurant, but Elsie felt it through her fingers.

‘We made it through the first year,’ she laughed and took a sip of the pink tinted fizz. The wine was heady and full of bubbles and she felt a tingle permeating through her skin. She suddenly felt bold.

‘Fuck. I’m so horny you could bend me over this table right now and fuck me in the ass and I wouldn't stop you.’

Cole spluttered, drawing the ire of the elderly couple to the right of them. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

Elsie’s expression didn't change, she was dead serious. She reached across the table and stroked his fingers.

‘In fact I'm seriously considering the idea of a quickie in the bathroom.’

‘Here?’

Elsie nodded.

Cole shifted in his seat, trying to simultaneously accommodate and hide the bulge developing in his tight suit trousers. As he adjusted himself, the gorgeous waitress who had shown them to their seats approached. She glanced at Elsie, then flicked her head away, smiling broadly at Cole.

‘Are you ready for me to take your order, sir?’

Elsie smirked and turned away, trying to hide her expression behind her wine glass.

‘We’ve barely looked at the menu, actually,’ said Cole, apologetically.

‘Would you like some more time?’

‘My husband will have the sirloin, medium, with peppercorn sauce and a side of new potatoes and I’ll have the butternut squash. We’ll share the tapas platter as a starter.’

The girl turned and looked nervously at Elsie and then glanced back at Cole who nodded and handed back his menu.

‘Thank you, ma’am,’ said the girl as she slunk away.

‘Very decisive,’ said Cole, raising his eyebrows.

‘Meet me in the upstairs women’s bathroom in three minutes.’

She stood up, wiped her lips with her napkin, dropped it on the table and walked away, swinging her hips as she did.

As she reached the stairs she looked back to find her husband staring wild eyed at her in shock. She laughed and winked, then disappeared from his view.

Out of sight, she took the stairs two at a time, a wave of exhilaration surging through her like a naughty child.

Arriving at the first floor landing she darted towards the door to the ladies and as she reached the threshold she turned around and listened carefully. She was hoping that the upstairs restrooms would be quieter, but the idea that someone might walk in and interrupt them was, in a way, rather thrilling.

That was on the assumption that her husband was bold enough to actually join her.

After another minute she closed the main door and tip toed inside. Biting her lip, she pushed open the entrance to the first cubicle and finding it satisfyingly clean, she closed it behind herself, flicked the latch down and slipped off her knickers.

She suddenly felt a little awkward and silly. What if Cole didn’t join her? What if he just stayed downstairs? A minute passed and she sat down on the lid of the toilet, feeling a little deflated.

Perhaps she was being too bold.

He was a member here after all, she didn’t want to get him barred over an indiscretion.

The door to the restroom opened and she looked up, listening intently.

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