In the bathroom at the bar [MF]

Thanks for positive feedback on my last/first post. Here’s another, quite different story. This happened two years back, and turned out shorter (it all happened in the space of a couple of hours).

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I have an old friend that I studied with, who is pursuing a big-money career in London. Every time he visits back “home” inevitably means a night out with the old gang, those essentially being the only occasions I see anyone in that group. It’s nice to see them, but there’s a fine line between talking about what’s going on in your life and bragging, especially among guys In their 30s.

On this night, it was just the three closest of us meeting up at a kind of trendy bar, housed in a historic building, decorated in a vague old-timey, “Moulin Rouge” style. We got there quite early, but the place being tiny, we couldn’t find three seats together even though the place was only half full. On the corner of the low, angled bar, there were two girls seated, with two empty spots beside them, so we went there, me standing up and my friends sitting down. As my friend ordered the first round, I smilingly acknowledged the girls, one quite thin blonde, and the other a much cuter thick brunette. Meeting my glance, both their faces clearly spelled out that they were open for chatting up, but I was not there for partying.

As me and my friends started talking, they kept looking back at us, especially me. After a little while, the cute one offered to share her low stool, seeing I was kind of left out because I was standing. Sitting down, her soft body squeezing up against me felt surprisingly good, and the scent of her hair clean, flowery and fresh. Now, after a couple beers, I was feeling more open. Chatting back and forth between my friends and the girls, I heard on one hand about the new IT system at work, on the other that they were just over 20, friends from school somewhere in Norway, visiting for a few days for shopping. Talking about tastes in fashion was a hell of a lot more interesting than the struggles of the new financial reporting policies, plus, soon enough the girls were asking about where to go for fancy underwear, and what I liked seeing a girl in.

A big group left the place, that by now was pretty full, and my friends wanted to move over to a high table that was less cramped. I was a little disappointed leaving the warm feeling of the Norwegian girl, whose name I’d already forgotten. Soon enough though, they moved over to a couch standing in the tight space between our table and the bar. As the brunette stood up, I watched her curvy body moving, covered in layers of stretchy fabric, crowned by a big pair of tits, and her lovely face with a big mouth and expressive, happy blue eyes. She just looked incredibly healthy, in the way that just the right thickness can do, if that makes sense. Suddenly I was curious to see if I could make something happen.

Sitting down, she put her hand on the back of the couch, right behind me, which seemed like an invitation, so i leaned back a little and casually put mine right next to hers, while we were both still in our respective conversations. As she subtly slid her hand closer, I started feeling her warmth, and inched mine until we were touching, and now I was having fun, completely zoned out from the conversation with my friends. After a little while of her slowly sliding her fingers over mine behind her friend, they stood up and joined us at the table, with everyone scooting around so that her and I were between the table and the wall. My friends were fairly buzzed by now, having had dry martinis (I was still on beer), and clearly hadn’t noticed anything. They were also very chatty, and focused on the blonde girl, so me and the brunette could move very close together without anyone thinking more about it. For some reason I was now in an almost brazen, I-don’t-give-a-fuck mood, and I was horny.

With one arm free between us, I started touching her side lightly under the table, and she quickly looked over at me, smiling. I put my hand on her big ass, sliding it over the fabric, taking in the firm softness of her body as I pressed it against her. With her eyes on the others, I saw her smile widen as she pushed back against my hand. I let it slide down until I could push the stretchy fabric of the skirt up between her legs, pressing against her. Worrying the movement of my shoulder was too obvious I let go, putting my arm back on the table. Now I felt her hand touching my stomach, just above the hem of my jeans, nervously sliding down over them, grabbing my now swelling bulge. She somehow knew just the right pressure to apply, as I pushed myself into her palm. Her friend suddenly looked over, and in a blink her arm was back on the table. As one of my friends went to get drinks, while the remaining two fell into a heated conversation, I put my hand back down on her skirt, quickly finding the space between her legs in front, pushing a finger right at the softness of her pussy. The blonde turned to me, asking something about what I thought of whatever they were discussing, and I loved replying while my fingers kept working on her friend, now looking at me with slightly glazed over eyes.

I didn’t really care if anyone suspected something anymore, even though no one seemed to. Moving my hand up, quickly I found my way under her top, then the hem of her skirt, into her panties. She was smooth I registered, before my fingers found their way into her swelling wetness. It happened fast, and probably caught her off guard, because I heard a faint gasp as she gaped in disbelief, before quickly regaining her composure. I easily slid a finger between her wet pussy lips while casually nodding at something my friend said. Feeling how my finger in her was soaked, I moved it back up in one motion, easy thanks to her stretchy clothes, and put it in my mouth, looking at her. She met my eyes with one of the most excited, horny looks I’ve seen.

My hand soon found its way back into her, now rubbing her with slow strokes, feeling her stiff clit slide between my fingers. Talking to the others was suddenly a lot more fun, especially directing something at her, seeing how hard it was for her to keep at straight face. As I found a steady pace, using the stretch of her panties against my knuckles to limit the movement to my hand and forearm under the table, she subtly leaned against my shoulder. She started moving her hips in a restrained, jerking motion, struggling to keep her upper body still. After what seemed like less than a minute, she gasped, turning her face away trying to mask it to the others, and I felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm. I smiled and brought my hand up, resting my chin into it, putting a finger in my mouth as the others were trying to agree on the merits of English breakfast.

They were all so drunk by now that her leaving for the bathroom wasn’t even noticed. A sip of beer later, thinking that she tasted a hell of a lot better, I followed her. I found her in a narrow hallway leading to stairs to the upper floor of the bar, now looking very focused. In the almost darkness, I pulled her to me, running my hands over her swelling breasts, putting a still wet finger into her mouth, and she said “Holy fuck I want you”. “Let’s go to the bathrooms upstairs”, I replied, feeling the weight of her tit against my hand. I walked up, finding my way into the little foreroom leading to the two tiny toilets, turning back, pulling her into a kiss while we waited for someone to come out (they were both occupied). Now she was grabbing at my cock, and I could feel myself swelling up at her touch.

When the door we were leaning against opened, we both went into the tiny bathroom, her first, then turning back to return to the kiss. As I locked the door just behind my back, she started tugging at the button in my jeans. I helped her out, and her hand soon found my cock, first stroking it in my underwear, then pulling it out. I was quickly getting harder from her firm squeezing and almost desperate kissing. She pulled her tights and panties down, and her skirt up, before she sat down right on the edge of the toilet seat, spreading her legs as she put her face into my groin, letting out a deep breath against my balls. She held my cock up as she started greedily licking her way around the base, kissing and sucking my balls, stroking it. Then she opened her eyes and gave me a begging look, as she started licking my glans, with long, wet strokes. Feeling her desire had me rock hard by now, and her tongue swirling the head of my cock as she started caressing her pussy with her free hand made me groan with anticipation.

What happened next still came as a surprise. She steered me into her mouth, closing her lips around me, slowly sliding my hard cock into her mouth, deeper, and deeper, and she just kept going as I felt the tight ridge at the back of her mouth squeeze past my glans, her pushing on until she was pressing her face against my stomach, her lips closing around the base, my cock deep in her throat. It seemed so easy. Me being a fair bit bigger than most guys, this had barely ever happened to me, and never this effortlessly. I gasped loud at the incredible sensation of my cock tightly, entirely encompassed inside her, the pulsing squeeze on my glans feeling like she was tugging me deeper. As she started lightly bobbing her face into my stomach, I had to steady myself with a hand against the wall to not fall over, both from losing my balance, but even more from the intensity of the sensations. After what felt like an eternity, she slid my cock slowly out of her mouth, it now glistening with wetness, her hand squeezing it with slippery strokes, until she was rubbing the head against her lips. “I love your cock”, she said, looking up at me with her sweet, smiling eyes, now with a hint of urgency in her look.

As I saw the hand between her legs slowly rubbing her pussy, and her full round breasts heaving, I reached down her top to touch them. I’d just gotten my palm on the firm, velvety softness, before she grabbed my wrist, placing my hand in her thick brown hair on the back of her head, the head of my cock now back in her wet mouth. With a light grip on her hair, a little uncertain, my hand followed her head as she moaned and slid me deeper into her. As my cock reached the back of the mouth, she put her hand back on top of mine, giving it a firm press, then placing her hand on my hip, as I pushed my hips slowly forward, the sensations of my hardness going into her throat the only thing in my mind, before I gently started rocking my pelvis against her face.

At a light push from her hand on my hip, I slid back, without my cock leaving her open mouth as I felt her panting over it. “Again”, she whispered, and as I pushed in a little bit faster, with more force pushing her head down on me, both my hands now gripping her hair, she started rubbing herself frantically, sending vibrations through her body. Soon I was fucking her face, feeling my glans slide into the tightness of her throat again and again, with her tongue swirling my glans during her short breathing pauses. A string of drool flowed over my tensed balls, slowly dripping to the floor between us. She moved her hand from my hip, reaching for mine on her head, pulling it around to feel my cock stretching her throat from the outside, her fingers beside mine as we felt it push into her. Suddenly, she started pushing down harder, and I felt her throat violently gripping on the head of my cock as she was fighting for air, and her body started shaking with her orgasm.

As she came to, gently stroking my glistening cock, she looked up at me with a begging look, calmly saying “I want your cum” as she took me back in her mouth. Her hand no longer touching her pussy, went to my balls, gently cupping them, and sliding her fingers down the insides of my thighs, then back up again. I was in complete control of the slowly increasing pace, holding her by the hair as my rock hard cock made long deep strokes, all the way until her face met my stomach, no longer holding back. It soon felt like a long, continued orgasm, with me intensely aware of every little detail that I felt in her mouth, and the unreal grip of her throat. She started pressing her tongue against my cock, so I had to push past it to go all the way in, further increasing the friction of the warm wetness, and I exploded, I came and I came as I kept pumping deep into her mouth, her squeezing my balls and fighting to keep her lips sealed on me.

“Fuck that was good” I said pulling her off my dripping cock, as she grinned at me and swallowed. “Yeah, that was awesome”, she replied, wiping her chin with her hand. I cleaned up with a paper napkin, wondering how long we’d been gone. She sensed my stress and told me to leave her to clean up, and also, the room was really tiny. As I left, a girl waiting in line gave me a shocked look when the door locked again behind me. My legs barely held me up going down the stairs, and I found my drunk friends in the process of paying the bill. “Where the hell did you go?”, they asked as I started explaining I’d met an old friend upstairs. As we were leaving, the brunette came down the stairs, giving me the biggest smile when our eyes met. I just smiled back and blew her a kiss, before I stepping out with my friends.

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