Ladies Room
by
Naughty Boy UK
by
Naughty Boy UK
In a quiet corner of a trendy bar, we sat close together and talked quietly, intimately. No-one was close to us but the bar was still half-full.
I was half-turned to face you and my right hand was on your stockinged thigh, scribing gentle little circles that meandered up and down lazily but teasingly in a way that I knew you found distracting. I could tell by the way you kept looking down at my hand. And occasionally to the front of my trousers where you could see the bulge that revealed my growing desire. We fed off each other, each little sign of desire in one of us fuelled passion in the other.
My soft teasing strokes grew bolder, my touch slightly firmer, my hand moving under the hem of your skirt, which had risen up your thighs to reveal at hint of the lace at the tops of your stockings. Your mouth opened and your tongue licked your lips. Your eyes were wide, your breathing became faster and your hand grabbed hold of my thigh.
Eventually my finger stopped at the top of your thighs, at the point where the bare flesh above your stockings met. I paused and almost imperceptibly your thighs parted to allow my finger to touch the crotch of your panties. They were already moist with your juices. At my touch your eyes closed and you gasped.
I leaned forward to kiss your lips and you took my head in your hands and kissed me back, fiercely, your hunger palpable. Our open lips pressed together and our tongues danced.
You broke off the kiss and, still gasping with desire, you sucked on my earlobe, your teeth nibbling, and said, “I want you!”
I stood up, looked down at you, winked then walked off down the stairs to the men’s room. Once there, I sent you a text: “ladies room. now”
I entered the men’s room next door and washed my hands while I waited. It wasn’t long before I heard your footsteps coming down the stairs. As you got to the bottom, I opened the men’s room door and peeked out. You saw me and grinned mischievously as you went into the ladies. After a few seconds, you opened the door again and beckoned me in. You grabbed my hand and hurriedly led me to a stall.
Once inside you locked the door and immediately unbuckled my belt and tore at the button on my trousers. In seconds you had my hardness in your hand and began stroking it, your grip hard, your strokes almost violent. I kissed you hard on the lips while my hands lifted your skirt up over your hips. I plunged one hand inside your panties and my middle finger pressed up between your labia, feeling the wetness coat my digit. Your hands clutched at me, pressing my body into yours, forcing my finger up inside you, and you moaned into my ear. My finger stroked your velvety walls and you began grinding your hips onto my finger.
Then you pulled away, turned around and bent forward over the toilet seat, placing your hands on the wall and looking over your shoulder at me in silent invitation. I positioned myself at your entrance and slid smoothly into your soft, wet sheath. My movements started slowly but soon gathered momentum and I heard you panting and knew your orgasm was close.
Together we thrust like rhythmic opposing pistons and delighted in the rising tide of our passion, which in mere minutes, flooded your tunnel just as your body trembled and shook, while you bit your lip to prevent yourself from crying out.
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Sat, 24th April, 2010
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