It was a crazy night. Lots of odd things had happened already but by far the craziest was finding myself being taken by the hand into a toilet cubicle by a guy whose name I was still trying to remember. He told me about an hour ago but the music being so loud made me just nod, smile and say hi.
‘Student night’ in the club, that’s why I was here with some uni friends. Saturday night all in a party mood. So here I was at god knows what time, this is what happens when I drink myself tipsy.
Despite my daze at the way the night and our conversation progressed I went with him, hand in hand drawn through the sea of faces and arms. He was hot, a smile making me melt and on went to the bathrooms, the ladies as it became obvious Don’t know why and not the gents, maybe it was closer and wasn’t really taking too much in with my adrenalin pumping.
We found our way into the Ladies and I was only vaguely aware of others in there looking a little astonished but not as surprised as I thought they maybe should be at this guy in invading our ‘temple’ with me in tow. Into a cubicle he took me, which was small cramped and more than a little strange having not shared this space with a man before. He pushed the door closed. With drink in hand he forcefully kissed me and surprisingly I responded, a reflex, as though it was totally natural to be here doing this in this tiny space. He took my drink from me and placed it on the cistern.
His kiss was firm, determined, we were both a little tipsy and more than a little excited. I kissed him back, seemed all I could do. In the cubicle sucking each others faces like fishes gasping for air when his hands were the next thing I was very aware of. At first held my shoulders pinning me to the wall until they slid down my arms, gently as it happened across and touching my breasts through my black thin vest, above-the-knee dress, over which his hands liberally wandered undeterred.
He enjoyed my breasts spending ages exploring and having the right effect on me getting my pulse racing and my nipples quickly hard. We kissed more as he felt me up and down firmly, unstoppable at times pushing me up against the closed door through which voices just inches away were outside, listening. The door wasn’t locked. I was aroused as one of his hands slid from my excited breast and down the front of my dress, along my tummy to find itself between my legs! I jumped as I felt him press me, grab me through the fabric of my dress and squeeze between my legs. I became aware of my warmth, a flushed sensation enveloping my skin, there under my dress, inside my knickers warm, a faint sweat broke over me.
I nearly fainted.
I didn’t, as he’d pulled one strap of my dress down off my shoulder, followed by the bra strap. Though still mostly decent he now had more skin to touch and explore, which he did enthusiastically. On and off I became oblivious to the absurdity of where this was happening. Every part of my body was telling me not too object and just to go with it. I did, just go along with it. A switch had been flicked and I surrendered to all and more…… his hand slipped under my dress, I felt it as soon as it touched thighs between my legs til reaching my knickers, which I knew were wetted by the excitment.
His other hand joined it between my thighs under my dress and again I felt dizziness almost gripping the door but there was nothing to hold except him. The hem of my dress lifted, I didn’t dare look down at first until it was over my thighs exposing my black knickers. He hand fondled me there as I tightened my thighs against him me he persisted engulfing my sex in his palm and rubbing them into me firmly and now encouraging the moistening. My head spun, partly from alcohol mostly from surrender to what his hands were now doing to me and making me feel. I moaned then once again aware that we weren’t quite alone and heard other women outside the door listening and no doubt enjoying my fate.
I almost screamed when one hand found its way into and under the elastic of my black knickers having worked its way around to my back over my bum under my dress sliding over each buttock and squeezing and pulling me closer. We kissed and his fingers kneaded me there, pulling, exploring til I felt him slide round to the front of my knickers, which now know full of his hands and finding my wetness, my sex, my vagina, my cunt. At this I did let out a yelp of a sorts and instantly felt embarrassed at how it must sound from the other side of the door I was still pressed firmly against… his fingers definitely knew what they were doing even in this awkward space and almost instantly felt myself shuddering with the first orgasm on touching just there.
I closed my eyes and heard myself let out a quiet moan.
I let him touch me again and again and he did, he did, more and more excitably, his fingers now slipping inside me easily along my now very moist sex, one leg held up slightly allowing deeper inside. His nail caught my skin, I yelped, but it almost made me cum again. He kept going, I felt him in me and over me, his fingers, we kissed and I felt him sliding two fingers in deeper.
I let him for minutes on end til he grabbed at my knickers and tugged them from my hips and thighs promptly down my quivering legs. I had a feeling I knew what might happen next. I thought fast thinking this through and thought, well I’d come this far, so…….
He pulled them down my now bare legs and up went my dress again up to my hips. I was as horny as he was by now submitting to each surging second we spent in there. In less than a breath unzipped his jeans and let out his erection that had no doubt been straining to get out. I peered down at his cock and held onto the wall. Before I could blush he manoeuvred me next to the seat and raising my leg again and pushed his cock clumsily between my legs. It tickled my already bare sensitive thighs. Without a thought I grabbed it, inhaled and guided him, to where he wanted to go, the heat, the precum, the twitching and into my folds, into my cunt I felt spread as he pushed his thick head, foreskin peeling away the tip swallowed inside and I gasped.
He push in and in furter and I couldn’t stop him. Tightly in along on my juices we started to fuck. There in the cubicle, toilet sex, skin on skin, bare skin to bare skin… bareback. I heard myself gasp the word “fuck!”, and him say back, “yess!”. He kissed my bare shoulders pulling both straps and bra straps pulled down, with my head leaned back against the wall taking ever-deeper breaths feeling my dress pushed right up over my hips.
My now willing thighs held him tightly inside and I felt every push in and pull out, as fast and impulsive his erection that felt as it was thickened and grew each second inside. The heat between my legs, the sweat, arousing each time he bumped and bumped against my clit. He pulled down my dress further from my shoulders exposing my bra til he eased down one cup of that too and kissed, and squeezing that breast sending shockwaves convulsions through all my limbs while my hips and my muscles gripping him tighter which just made him harder and more forcefully fuck me.
It wasn’t too long even though it felt longer and then all of a sudden his thrusting grew faster, our breaths coincided, I grabbed round finding his hips pumping and I knew what was coming and it did as he cum in me releasing again another spasm of orgasm from me. An intensity making my legs buckle, collapse but his body against me held me up as he kept thrusting and fucking till nothing was left inside him and it was now all every drop inside me.
My legs turn to jelly, and I felt his warm cum inside me, a trickling down my pale thighs. I was so overwhelmed.
I felt every last jolt of his hips against mine until he was empty and I turned round and held on so not to collapse. As I gathered my thoughts, and my limbs I heard once voices outside, giggles and muttering which sounded excited by what they just heard.
No after-kiss, just a smile. He looked as dazed as I felt pulling up his jeans and I pulled my skirt back down and retrieved my knickers. Seems I would have to go without for the rest of the night. I insisted he left first as he smiled and duly obliged.
We opened the door opened spilling half-light from the bathroom into the cubicle for a second and the eyes of other girls in there who’d heard the whole show. I closed it again and grinned from ear to ear, for a final moment revelling in what a crazy night it’d turned out to be.
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