We had been talking at the party almost the entire time you had been there. Your blonde hair and bright eyes catching my attention right off the bat. As we chatted about our lives, you kept pulling down at the front of your romper, showing me your cleavage every time you tugged at it. I can tell you notice my gaze drifting down, trying to resist staring, but not be able to. It’s obvious that you’re not wearing a bra underneath, your firm, small tits not needed the support and enjoying the summer air. Your nipples are hard and pressed out against the fabric, almost hard to see under the pattern if I wasn’t so close.
“Do you mind standing guard at the bathroom upstairs? The door doesn’t lock and I don’t want anyone popping in on me.” You ask sweetly, twirling your hair with a finger. Of course I agree and follow you up the stairs, trying to catch a peek up the back of your short romper. Your asscheeks hang out of the bottom of them, making me a bit hard at the sight.
You go in to the bathroom and close the door to do your business, leaving me outside. Even over the sound of the party downstairs I can hear you going and I think of you sitting in there mostly nude. My cock twitches a bit at the thought. I hear the toilet flush and you washing your hands. Guess I may as well do something stupid.
“What are you doing?” You ask in a surprised, but not upset tone as I come into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I turn the lock and hear it click solidly.
“I thought the door didn’t lock?” I ask suspiciously. You walk up to me and dry your hands on the front of my shirt.
“I was hoping you’d get the hint, but I would have invited you in.” You tell me with a desire in your voice. “Better make it quick and quiet,” you demand as you step closer on your toes and press your tongue into my mouth. I reciprocate the kiss, running my own tongue against your teeth as I unbuckle my pants and step out of them, feeling my veiny cock press against you.
We break apart long enough for me to take my shirt off and for you to drop the straps of your clothes down over your shoulders and let the romper fall to the floor. Not only had you been braless, but you hadn’t even been wearing panties. Your pink lips sticking out from your pale skin are already wet and your body is aching for that wetness to coat something. I pick you up by your thin waist and set you on the counter, going back to kissing you passionately. Your small hands wrap around my dick and you stroke me, using your thumb to play with my head and the precum already coaxed out of me.
My hand runs up your pussy, gripping your lips between my fingers and pulling gently on them before sliding my index finger into your warm body. You sigh as I curl my finger back and forth, as if beckoning. I add my middle finger and continue the motion, making your pull me in and desperately putting my cock inside of you, knocking my hand out of the way.
“You’re so wet,” I comment. “You’re fucking ready.” I drive deep into your pussy and sigh out with pleasure from my cock being buried inside of your warmth and wetness.
“You’re ready too, fuck,” you giggle as I pound you. “Glad I am this wet or you’d fucking destroy me.” I grin at the comment, having already noticed how much your lips were stretching and gripping me. “Hopefully I can make you cum quick,” you say as you lean back a bit to give me a better view of you playing with your breasts.
“I’m sure no one will miss us,” I reply, picking up your thigh for better force.
“I’m not worried about anyone missing us, I just want to take care of this so we can get back to my place and be louder.” Your words are said so sweetly, so innocently, but the lust in your eyes tells me this is just a taste of what you really want. “You know what I really want? I want you to finish in me and let me walk out of here like that, full of your cum.” Your words are working at getting me closer and you can tell. “I’ll have to leave before it starts running down my leg, but once I’m in my car I’ll just play in it until I get home and you can add some more.”
“You wanna feel it deep in you?” I ask, edging close to my limit. You smile before answering.
“Make me your little cumslut babe,” you urge, out of breathe. I rapidly fuck your tight hole until I press my pelvis hard into yours and you feel me blow my load inside of you. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” You sigh. “Pull out slow, I want to stay in me until I get outside.” I obey and gently ease my cock out of you, it’s length covered in a mixture of my cum and your grooly wetness.
You get off of the counter and squat to put your romper back on, pausing long enough to suck me clean. I moan quietly as I feel your teeth softly drag on me.
“Clean enough to get to my place?” You ask sarcastically, standing back up. I laugh and agree as I get dressed and then follow you out of the bathroom and down the stairs. No one seems any the wiser that we’d been gone together for some time. You make your way to the front door with me behind you and I can see just a bit of my cum started to dribble down your thigh.
Once we get to your car and you’ve texted me your address, you kiss me and get in. I walk over to my own car and get ready to drive and meet you when my phone goes off with a message from you.
“Glad I’ve got leather seats (;” it reads under the picture you’ve sent with it of your bottoms pulled to the side to show your pussy held open by two of your fingers and the mess I left inside of you. You better be ready to go again by the time we get to your place because I’m sure as hell going to be.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cdrguk/bathroom_quickie_at_a_party_mf_creampie_prequel
Very nice.
hot read…