Work was hell. I was so wrapped up in my most demanding case ever. My promotion to partner was welcomed, but the extra long work hours were not. Finally, around 1130 Saturday night, I managed to escape my office and headed to the pub on the corner. I needed a drink, or five.
I had already untucked my fitted white blouse from my grey pinstripe skirt, and undid the first few buttons. It was a pretty mild night and the summer air felt great against my neck and chest. The wind blew gently and I felt my nipples harden against the black lace of my bra. It reminded me of how long it had been since I’d been fucked good and hard. Another reason to have a few drinks.
I took a stool at the bar, and order a martini. I looked around curiously. There were only a few other patrons in the bar. An older couple in the corner, a middle aged business man a few stools to my left, and a handsome young man across from me. His eyes caught mine and he looked away shyly.
I remarked to myself how attractive he was and my mind wandered to what he might look like naked. How is he in bed? Is his cock big? I sipped my drink coyly, still eyeing him, hoping for another “moment”. He seeemed very interested in his pint, so I gave up and just paid attention to my own drink. Before I could finish it, the bartender set another before me and told me it was from the young man. I looked over at him, hoping to give him a smile and wink as a thank you, but he was nowhere to be seen. I thought it was a bit odd, but sipped my drink and relaxed.
A half hour later, I had finished my third martini, and decided to head home. I settled my bill and headed towards the ladies room. I turned the cornier while digging in my purse for some tylenol when I felt a hand on my back and another on my arm. It was the young man. I opened my mouth to speak, but he held his finger to his lips as if to keep me quiet. I said nothing, partly out of fear, but mostly because I was intrigued, and blown away by how hot he was. He was 6’3″ at least, gorgeous green eyes, and he smelled like heaven. He led me by the arm into the mens room and into the only stall, locking the door behind us. I was bit hesitant, but his continuous eye contact with me reasuured me that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He took my handbag and hung it on the hook behind the door. He touched my face gently. His eyes were intoxicating, and his lips looked edible. I leaned in to kiss him and this time he pressed his finger to my lips to stop me. I felt my hips rise and his skin touched mine. I could feel my nipples harden again, and my blood began to boil. Before he had time to move his finger, I took it in my mouth and began to suck it. his eyes rolled back in his head. I’m sure he was imagining my mouth on his cock, which I could see had no risen to attention. I continued to suck his finger, and he unexpectedly ripped my blouse open, and buttons flew everywhere. I looked down in suprise, but smiled at his as he began to devour my cleavage. My hands found their way into his thick, curly dark hair. I gripped his head tightly as he licked and sucked my nipples through the lace of my bra. I groand deep in my throat when he finally unsnapped it and I felt his hot mouth on my bare breasts. I could feel my wetness seeping out of me and my hips were aching to feel his pessed to them. His mouth made its way from my nipples to my navel and his hands reached around and undid the zipper on my skirt. It dropped to the floor, revealing my garter belt, thigh highs, and lack of panties. He ran his tongue up my inner thigh from my knee to centimeters from my pussy. I moaned with pleasure. I propped one foot up on the toilet seat and he inserted on finger inside me.
“Oh god,” I cried out. He pulled his finger out and sucked it dry. Before I could ask him how it tasted, he slid it, and another back inside me. I let out a cry again, thrusting my hips towards him. God, he felt good. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and then leaned towards my pussy. I closed my eyes the moment his tongue touched my clit. He licked and sucked and kissed my pussy until my legs were like jello and I pushed him away. I stood him up, kissed his lips, and ran my hands down his chest to his belt. I undid it, and he raised his eyebrows. I slid my hand inside his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was about 7 inches, cut, and nice and thick. He was oozing precum, so I gently cleaned the tip of his cock with my tongue and he braced himself against the walls of the stall. I looked up at him and then took his cock in my mouth as I gently carressed his balls. i began to suck him slowly, and within minutes, his legs began to shake. I pulled him out and stood up. Our lips met again, and as we kissed, I could feel his cock pressed against my abdomen,and my pussy began to burn for him. I reached beween us and began stroking him. He shuddered with pleasure. I pulled from our kisses and lifted myself up in the corner of the stall, holding on to the top of the walls so he could slide inside me. He brushed the head of his cock against my clit a few times, teasing me. Then he slid his head inside, and my pussy lips clamped down on him, determined not to let him go. Finally he pushed inside me, filling me up. I gasped as he began thrusting inside me. My nipples were brushing against his shirt causing waves of pleasure. Our breathing grew heavy as we moved together. But my arms grew tired and I had to let go. He sat on the toilet, bent over, breathing heavily. I stradded him and sat right down on that beautiful cock. He threw his head back in ecstacy, and brought his lips to mine. He held my ass as we kissed and I slowly rode his cock. We both groaned as I began to ride him harder and faster. It was the first noise I had heard him make As our groans subsided, we heard the door of the washroom swing open and our eyes grew as big as saucers. I heard the man begin to urinate, so I began to move again slowly grinding my hips against him. My nipples, brushing his chest, his mouth sometimes finding them. I moved faster and harder on him as I heard the man leave. I leaned in and sucked on his neck. He groaned deep in his throat. I leaned back as far as I could and I felt the head of his cock against my g-spot. I gasped. He ran his hand over my breasts and he pushed himself against me. I leaned back even further, feeling waves of pleasure run through me. He reached down and rubbed my clit, and I felt something let go. Before I knew what was happening, a rush of liquid splashed out of me, soaking his lap. Ecstacy flooded my entire body. I threw my head back, my body convulsing with orgasm. I was still feeling waves of pleasure when he climaxed inside me a few minutes later. He shuddered and braced himself against my body, arms wrapped around my waist, head buried in my chest. We sat silently for a few minutes, kind of holding each other. Then we cleaned up, got dressed, and he kissed me on the cheek. I went back into the stall to grab my purse, and when I came back out, he was gone.
I went back to the bar the next Saturday, but he wasn’t there.