You arrive at the café, a little flustered. You aren't late but you expected to see the rest of your friends already. Instead, the place is quiet, save for the sound of a coffee machine and the occasional clink of mugs. The awkward pit in your stomach grows deeper as you realize something's off.
Where is everyone? You pull out your phone to check the group chat again. A wrong address, maybe?
Suddenly, the bell above the door chimes, and you glance up, locking eyes with someone you didn't expect to be alone with: Adele.
You recognize her instantly, with her signature high ponytail bouncing as she saunters inside. Light brown hair with blonde streaks, hazel eyes that are bright and playful. She always caught your attention in the group, even though you two barely spoke directly. You're quiet, more reserved, while she's the loud, confident one. And in a group of mutual friends, that difference never really mattered.
"Hey... Where's everyone?" Adele's voice cuts through the silence, as she approaches, her eyes scanning the empty café.
You shift awkwardly in your seat. "I'm not sure." You say, glancing at your phone again. "I thought this was the place."
Adele rolls her eyes and pulls out her own phone, scrolling quickly through the messages. "Seriously? They gave us the wrong place?" She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Classic."
You feel your stomach flip. It's just the two of you, here, alone. You hadn't really prepared for that. In the larger group, it's easy to blend in, to let others carry the conversation while you listen. But now, with no buffer, you feel a bit out of your depth.
Adele pulls out the chair across from you and sits down, her expression relaxed, like this situation doesn't faze her at all. "Guess it's just us for now." She casually tosses her phone onto the table.
You nod, feeling the awkwardness start to creep in. "Yeah... I guess so."
For a moment, there's silence between you, but Adele doesn't seem bothered. She looks around the café, then back at you, her gaze lingering just a bit longer than you expect. You're not sure if you should say something, but the words feel stuck in your throat.
"So..." She leans forward slightly, resting her chin in her hand. "We don't really talk, do we?"
You blink, surprised by the question. "I guess not..." You admit, feeling a little self-conscious. "I'm just... kind of quiet."
Adele raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Quiet, huh? Well, it's kinda cute."
Before you can dwell on the compliment, Adele leans back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "You know, I don't really know much about you. We've been in the same group for a while, but it's like you're a mystery or something."
"I just don't talk much, I guess..."
"Why not?" She asks, genuinely curious.
You hesitate, not sure how to answer that. It's not like you've actively avoided talking to her, or anyone else in the group. You're just quieter. It's easier to hang back, to let others do the talking. But now that Adele's asking, you realize you don't really have a good reason.
"I don't know. I guess I just never know what to say."
Adele studies you for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. "Well, we've got time now. Maybe we can get to know each other better."
You both order drinks, and silence falls upon you.
Adele raises her cup, taking a thoughtful sip before leaning back in her chair. "So... what classes are you in this semester?" She breaks the ice.
You glance up, surprised by how casual her tone is. "Oh, um... mostly electives, honestly." You say with a small laugh. "Tried to keep things light this term."
"Smart move. I overloaded on credits last semester, and I was dying ." She empathizes the word. "Almost every night was a study night."
"Really? I never would've guessed." You're actually surprised to hear it because she always seemed so relaxed, the type to take everything in stride.
She laughs. "I know, right? I try not to let people see the stressed-out side of me. But trust me, it's there."
You smile, starting to feel more at ease. "Well, it seems like you've got it together."
"Only on the outside." She leans forward conspiratorially. "Honestly, though, I think most of us are just winging it."
You laugh, nodding in agreement. "Feels like it sometimes."
"Do you ever go to that new boba place? It's become my new addiction." She asks.
You laugh, nodding. "Yeah, I went once. They had this matcha flavor that was amazing, but it was so sweet I couldn't even finish it."
"Oh my god, I know! I tried the same one, and it's like drinking sugar. I always end up getting the smallest size."
Adele laughs, adjusting a bracelet on her wrist. "Talking about sizes, tell me: If you could dress however you wanted for a day, no rules, what would you pick?"
You pause, feeling a bit out of your element. "Uh... I'm not sure. I guess I don't think about that much. I kind of just go with whatever's comfortable, y'know?"
Adele nods, looking you up and down, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on your simple outfit. "I must say." She teases, raising an eyebrow, "I'm a little underdressed compared to you."
You look down, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Do you... not like it?" You ask, adjusting your posture.
She lets out a soft giggle, shaking her head. "No, no, darling! It's simple and elegant. But if we're going to be seen together, you need a little sparkle. Maybe a bit more... flashy. Let me fix that."
"Okay?" You laugh nervously, tilting your head. "How do you plan on doing that?"
Her face lights up. "Let's go to my place! I have just the outfit you need." Before you can protest, she's already standing, gathering her things, and leading the way. You follow her out, your mind racing with a touch of nervousness.
Arriving at her place, Adele leads you straight to her room, which is as vibrant and chaotic as she is. The room is a colorful mess of clothes, makeup, and jewelry scattered around, as though each item tells a story of its own. She dives into her closet, rummaging through racks and piles of clothes, pulling out various outfits and holding them up to you.
"Maybe this one?" She muses, holding up a bright pink sequined dress against your chest. "Or... no, this one's a little extra." She laughs, pulling out something even flashier. Her ponytail swings as she contemplates her closet's endless options.
"You don't have to do all this..." You mumble, feeling a little overwhelmed by her energy.
Adele waves a dismissive hand, barely pausing in her search. "Nonsense! I want you to look stunning on my arm. Besides, it's not every day I get to play dress-up with a cute little thing like you."
You don't fully realize her compliment as you're absorbed into looking at her colorful wardrobe.
Finally, she settles on a sparkly, glittery dress that seems a bit small for you, but she insists it's perfect. You glance at the fabric, the sequins catching the light with every movement. "It's... a lot."
"Oh, you'll look amazing." She's already rummaging through a drawer for her makeup.
Adele's back is turned as she digs through her makeup drawer, so you take the opportunity to quickly change into the dress. You hesitate at first, glancing around her room, but there's no real way to ask her to leave and she's so engrossed in her search anyway. As you slip out of your clothes, standing there in just your bra and panties, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
Adele suddenly stops rustling around, and when she turns, her eyes widen, catching sight of you just as you're about to slip into the dress. She freezes, her gaze lingering longer than you'd expect, taking in the sight of you in the simple undergarments.
You quickly pull the dress on and adjust it. The soft fabric feels delicate against your skin, and for a moment, you can't help but feel a bit exposed. When you turn back to her, Adele snaps out of her daze, hurriedly looking down and pretending to dig through her makeup drawer once more.
She recovers quickly, turning back to you with a confident grin and holding up a sparkly gloss. "Perfect! Now let's finish you up." Her usual confidence returns.
For the next hour, she carefully works on your hair and makeup, layering on glitter, highlighter, and eyeshadow until you barely recognize yourself in the mirror.
Adele steps back to admire her handiwork, beaming with pride. "There! Now you're ready."
You give her a sheepish smile, trying to adjust to this bold new look. "It's... not really my style." You admit, laughing softly. "But I appreciate it."
She links her arm through yours, practically glowing with excitement. "Not your style? Oh, sweetheart, that's what makes it fun! Now come on, let's go turn some heads." She pulls you along, her confidence contagious as you head out the door.
You both stroll down the street, the city lights glowing against the early evening sky. Adele's chattering away, rambling about everything from her favorite reality shows to the latest fashion trends. Her excitement fills the air between you, and it's almost impossible not to smile at her boundless energy.
As you arrive at the fast-food restaurant, Adele claps her hands together, a delighted grin lighting up her face. "It feels like ages since I went to this place!" She exclaims, glancing at the menu with wide-eyed wonder, like she's rediscovering a long-lost treasure.
You chuckle, feeling her enthusiasm rub off on you. "Honestly, me too. It's kind of refreshing."
Adele laughs, already scanning the options and eyeing the photos of massive burgers and milkshakes plastered on the walls. "Sometimes it's just way more fun to go casual, right? Like, fancy dinners are great, but give me a burger and fries any day."
You nod, settling into the vibe with her. The fast-food place may be simple, but with Adele by your side, everything feels just a little bit brighter.
You both step up to the counter, order, and then she chooses a booth, sliding in first and patting the spot right beside her. "Okay, come sit, sit!" She says, her voice full of bubbly excitement.
You slide in next to her, and before long, she's back to her usual chattiness.
Adele digs into her fries, her hands gesturing animatedly with each story. "So, I went to the mall last weekend -oh, my god, I wasn't even planning to buy anything, you know? Just window shopping and all that. But then, I saw these shoes. They were perfect! Like, strappy heels, but super glittery, in this gorgeous rose gold shade. It was like they were calling my name!"
You laugh, nodding. "I can definitely see you in anything sparkly."
She grins, leaning in closer. "Right? I mean, I tried to resist, but then I thought, what's the harm in trying them on?" She gives you a wide-eyed look, shrugging dramatically. "And after that... Well, let's just say I walked out with three pairs, not just one."
"Three pairs?" You chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "Were they all glittery?"
"Okay, two were glittery. The third was a pair of pink fluffy slides, because, y'know, sometimes a girl needs comfort."
She takes a sip of her drink before speaking again. "But wait, you'll love this!" She says, lowering her voice slightly and leaning closer. "Did you hear about the whole mess with Justin and Stacy last weekend?"
You shake your head, curious. "No, what happened?"
Adele smirks, clearly savoring the drama. "Okay, so apparently Stacy went to this party without him, and someone spotted her with Greg from the swim team. Justin ended up crashing the party and made this huge scene. Everyone was talking about it."
"Wow, that sounds intense..." You chuckle, wondering how Adele always manages to have the juiciest stories.
"Oh, totally! But honestly, if I were Stacy, I'd have at least been a little more subtle. Anyway..." She waves her hand dismissively. "Forget those two, they're a mess. This place..." She gestures at the fast-food counter. "...Is iconic! I used to come here all the time in high school with my friends."
"What would you get?" You smile.
"Every time, it'd be the same order: Double cheeseburger with a chocolate milkshake and fries." She grins, tapping her nails on the table. "It's been ages, so this is like nostalgia city for me. What about you: Were you a burger person or more of a fries-only kinda kid?"
"Definitely a (your answer) person." You say, taking a bite and savoring the familiarity.
She beams at you, then leans in with a sweet smile. "Aww, you're just too cute." She leans over, placing a playful, warm kiss on your cheek.
Before you can react, she nudges her burger toward you. "Here, take a bite. Let me know what you think."
You take a bite, and when you look back, you catch her watching you with a soft, affectionate expression. She reaches out to wipe a bit of ketchup from the corner of your mouth, then pops her thumb in her mouth to clean it off.
"You know, I think this might be the best date I've ever had. You're just so... cute."
You feel your cheeks warm up as Adele's words sink in, a mix of embarrassment and excitement making you fidget slightly. "Thank you..." You mumble, avoiding her intense gaze.
Adele grins mischievously and leans in closer, her voice a playful whisper. "You know what else is cute? That little blush on your cheeks right now." Her fingers brush along your jawline, lingering as she teases: "I want to take you home and ravish you."
Flustered, you quickly take a sip of your coke, hoping to hide behind the cup. But she notices and pouts, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Aww, don't be shy, darling! I can see you're into me too." She scoots her chair closer and presses her thigh against yours.
You don't know what to say, and Adele laughs, a lilting sound that feels like it echoes around the whole room. "Oh, you silly girl! Playing hard to get, are we?" She winks, giving your thigh a playful squeeze. "But I can be very persuasive."
"I'm not..." You start to protest, but the words falter. You actually like the attention she's giving you. You always thought she's gorgeous and wanted to know her better.
Adele leans in, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Shh, it'll be our little secret, okay?" Her hand glides up your thigh, sending a shiver through you.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" She teases, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye, a glint of mischief there. "Cat got your tongue?" She giggles, breaking the tension with a playful grin as she takes another huge bite of her burger. "Mmm, this is sooo good! Want a bite?"
You nod, opening your mouth, and her face lights up with delight. "Open wide, babe." She leans in, holding a piece of the burger up to your lips. "I'm gonna stuff you full of my special sauce." She adds, her voice full of mischief.
You blush, taken aback by her words, and she laughs heartily, pressing the burger into your mouth. "There you go, sweetie! You look so adorable with your mouth full." She reaches out to pat your cheek. "Now chew nicely and swallow like a good girl."
"Stop... Stop talking like that..." You're sure you're a blushing mess by now, your voice soft and shy.
"Why, darling? You like it, don't you?" Adele murmurs, leaning in close again, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I could talk dirty all night long if you'd like." Her fingers slide up to hold your chin, gently tilting your face up toward her.
"I... I..." You stammer, completely at a loss.
She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "Uh-uh, none of that stuttering now!" Her thumb strokes your jaw as she meets your gaze, her tone firm but playful. "Answer me properly, hmm? Would you like me to talk dirty while I pound you into the mattress?"
"You can't say these things here, in public!" You manage to say, feeling like your face couldn't possibly blush any deeper.
She waves a hand, brushing off your concern. "Oh, posh! Who cares who hears? Besides, I bet everyone here is jealous I get to be with such a cute little thing like you." Leaning in, she presses a soft kiss against your neck.
You tense slightly. "A-Adele... Not here..."
She giggles, nuzzling against you. "Mmm, you taste amazing. I just want to savor every inch of you."
"Adele..."
She pulls back with a dreamy look on her face, her eyes sparkling. "You really are the cutest little prude, aren't you?" She winks, taking a dramatic bite of her burger. "But don't worry, babe. I'll corrupt you soon enough."
You actually like the attention Adele is giving you. You've always thought she's gorgeous and wanted to know her better. She keeps squeezing your thigh under the table, her hand inching higher. "Mmm, I can't wait to feel those pretty legs wrapped around me. I bet you're so tight, aren't you?"
You blush even more. "I don't know... Don't ask these things..."
She laughs, the sound causing the other patrons to glance over curiously. "Of course you don't know, silly girl. You've never had anything inside you but your little fingers, have you?" She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"S-shut up, Adele!" You can't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and thrill at her boldness.
"Shh, they'll hear us!" Her hand slides even higher, her fingers brushing against your inner thigh. "But don't worry, I'll break you in gently." She winks. "Well, maybe not that gently..." She giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Her fingers trail along your inner thigh, coming tantalizingly close to your most intimate area. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut briefly. "I bet you're all wet and ready for me right now."
"I'm not..." You protest, but your voice trembles with lust.
She opens her eyes and pins you with a piercing gaze. "Liar." With a swift movement, her finger slips inside your panties, brushing against your pussy, and she lets out a delighted squeal. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet! I knew it!" She starts rubbing your clit gently under the table.
You grab her wrist. She pouts exaggeratedly, fluttering her eyelashes at you. "It feels so good, doesn't it?" Her voice is sultry and enticing. She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "Let me touch you, babe. Please? No one will know..."
"How can you know? These people..."
"They think we're just a couple of friends having lunch." She grins mischievously, her confidence making your heart race.
"I don't think so..." You argue, but the way she looks at you sends shivers down your spine.
"Then let's give them a real show." Her hand slides back between your thighs, her fingers slowly parting your folds. "Relax, sweetheart. No one can see. Just feel my touch."
You close your eyes, your head resting on your hands, elbows on the table. You can't deny the thrill coursing through you as her fingers begin to explore.
Her touch becomes firmer, her fingers expertly stroking your most sensitive spot. You struggle to keep still, your breath hitching in your throat. "That's it, babe. Just like that..." She encourages, her voice a seductive purr.
"A-Adele..." you give her a side look, your eyes half-lidded, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations.
She winks at you, her fingers continuing their steady rhythm. Her own breath is coming faster now, her body tensing as she becomes more aroused by your shared indiscretion. "You're so beautiful when you're flustered, you know that? I wish I could take you right here and now." A fantasy flashes into her mind, about her bending you over this very table and fucking you silly before all the people here. She bites her lip, her eyes glazing over slightly as the fantasy consumes her. She grabs your hand and takes it to her own crotch, letting you feel her hardness. You quickly pull away, a bit shocked and utterly flustered. Was she always this bold?
Her touches become more insistent, her hand moving faster between your thighs. She leans in to murmur huskily. "If you're really good, I'll sneak you into the bathroom and fuck you properly."
Your eyes widen as your body tenses up, your legs shaking slightly. Her eyes gleam with triumph and lust. "That's it, babe. You're getting close, aren't you?" She increases the pressure and speed of her fingers, determined to make you cum right there in the restaurant.
"I'm coming..." You gasp, and in a flash, she quickly takes a napkin and brings it to your pussy as you finally come, soaking it in your juices. You struggle to contain your noises, but despite your best efforts, soft whimpers escape.
She smirks triumphantly, slowing her hand's movement to gently milk out the last waves of your pleasure. She wipes your essence onto other napkins with a nonchalant expression. "There, that's better. You needed to relax."
You sit there, breathing heavily, feeling a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment. Adele leans back in her chair, looking incredibly pleased with herself. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" She flashes you a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
A waitress approaches your table. "Are you lovely ladies good? This one right here doesn't seem to be doing so well."
Adele leans back in her chair, an innocent smile on her lips. "Oh, she's just a little flushed. It's so warm in here, don't you think?" She fans herself with her hand dramatically. "I think I'll take her to the bathroom to freshen up."
"Do you need a hand?" The waitress asks, still concerned.
Adele beams sweetly at the waitress. "No, we're perfectly fine. She just had a little too much sun earlier. I'll take care of her." With that, she rises gracefully from her seat, helping you up. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go."
The waitress nods, smiling, and steps aside to let you both pass.
Adele leads you through the restaurant, her grip on your hand reassuring yet electric. As you reach the bustling hallway, she pushes open the door to the ladies' room and checks the stalls, making sure they're empty. Once satisfied, she locks the main door and turns to you, her expression hungry. "Now, where were we?"
"Adele..."She silences you with a finger on your lips, her eyes blazing with desire. "Shh, don't worry babe. I'll be quick." She pushes you against the wall, her body pressing against yours.
She doesn't bother with subtlety this time. She hikes your skirt up and shoves her dress up, rubbing against your soaked pussy. "I need to fuck you so bad right now." She grunts, her hips bucking against yours as she tries to get some friction.
Unable to wait any longer, Adele yanks her panties and yours to the side and positions her thick, throbbing cock at your entrance. With one hard thrust, she sheaths herself inside you, groaning loudly at the sensation. "Fuck yes, you feel amazing!"
She grabs your ass tightly and lifts you up and you lock your legs around her waist as she starts thrusting hard and fast, using the wall for leverage. "That's it, take my cock! You love this, don't you? Being fucked hard in a public bathroom!" She pants, her hips snapping against yours.
"I love it! but only because it's you fucking me, Adele!" You moan out.
"Good answer!" She nuzzles her face into your neck, her hot breath fanning over your skin as she continues her relentless pace. "You're mine, aren't you? My good girl?"
"Yes... I'm Adele's...!" You breathe out.
"Mmm, I love hearing you say that." She captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small bathroom.
You moan against her mouth as her cockhead rubs against your g-spot over and over. Your body tenses up, feeling near. Her grip on your backside tightens possessively as she feels you clench around her. She breaks the kiss, burying her face against your chest as she grunts with each thrust. "Come for me, babe. Now."
After a few other thrusts, you come hard around her cock. Adele feels your walls convulsing around her as you come, and it sends her over the edge. "Fuck! You want it inside, babe?"
"Yes! Please, please!" You're on the pill anyway. She roars, thrusting a few more times before stilling inside you. Her cock pulses with her own orgasm, filling you with her thick, hot cum. Your eyes roll back into your head as you cry out, your hand quickly rising to muffle your mouth.
Panting, Adele leans against you, her body relaxing against yours. She nuzzles your neck affectionately. "That's my good girl. You took me so well." She slowly lowers you to your feet, breaking their connection. "We should clean up and go back quickly."
You wrap your arms around her neck and lean against her, panting softly. "A minute..."
Adele chuckles, her arms encircling your waist to hold you close. "Alright, babe. Just a minute." She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, her fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. The two of you stay like that for a while, letting your breathing steady and the moment linger.
Eventually, Adele pulls back slightly and glances toward the stalls. She listens for any signs of movement, then nods when she’s sure you’re still alone. Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a small makeup bag. "Okay, let’s get you cleaned up."
She kneels slightly and cleans you gently with a wet wipe, her touch careful and tender. "There we go." She straightens your clothing before fixing her own dress, and adjusts her makeup with practiced ease.
Adele exits the stall to look at herself in the mirror and grabs a small comb from her purse, running it through her hair before turning to you. "Your turn." She says playfully, combing through your hair to smooth it out. She steps back to admire you with a satisfied grin. "There you go, all cleaned up and beautiful as ever."
She winks at your reflection in the mirror and takes your hand, leading you back out of the bathroom. She's happy and playful and ever, while you can't believe what you just did in a public bathroom. And you didn't even get caught!
As you emerge into the bustling hallway, she leans in, her lips brushing your cheek in a gentle kiss. "Let’s go back to our table, babe."
She keeps a possessive arm around your waist as you walk back, the gesture unmistakable. It’s as if she’s silently declaring to the world that you're hers, and the thought sends a thrill through you. Once seated, Adele orders a slice of rich chocolate cake and a cup of coffee for you, all while her eyes flicker back to you with an undeniable hunger.
She reaches for your hand across the table, intertwining her fingers with yours, her grip warm and reassuring. "So, my dear..." She says sweetly, her tone now as polite as a socialite's, a stark contrast to the commanding persona she had moments ago. "What do you think of the restaurant so far?"
You glance around briefly, but your eyes quickly return to her. "It’s nice. But Adele..." You reply, before leaning closer to her, your voice dropping to a whisper. "...I want more." You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, your lips curving into a daring, lewd smile as your fingers discreetly mimic a suggestive gesture under the table.
Adele's eyes widen briefly in surprise before narrowing, a sly grin spreading across her lips. She leans in, her breath warm and teasing against your ear. "Patience, babe." She whispers, her hand slipping under the table to rest firmly on your thigh. "All in good time."
Just then, the same waitress from earlier approaches with a concerned smile. "Is everything alright now? Is the lady feeling better?"
Adele glances up, her charm switching on effortlessly. "Oh, yes, much better now. Thank you for checking." Her hand tightens subtly on your thigh, a possessive squeeze that feels like a silent proclamation: Because I just took (care of) her. In your public bathroom.
The waitress nods, clearly relieved. "I’m glad to hear that. If there’s anything wrong or if she needs anything else, please don’t hesitate to call someone from our staff."
Adele’s lashes flutter innocently as she flashes the waitress a dazzling smile. "Oh, I’m sure we’ll be just fine." She leans against you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, I think I’ve already handled any 'discomfort' she might have had."
The waitress smiles politely, missing Adele’s double meaning, and walks away to tend to another table.
As soon as she’s gone, Adele leans in, her grin playful and full of wicked intent. "Let’s get out of here, hmm? I have plans for us, and they don’t involve staying in public."