Got passionately fucked by my [F]22 ex-Friend-With-Benefits in a public bathroom

I [F22] met Kyle [M26] online and after hitting it off over a drink we became Friends with Benefits [M26] for 4 or 5 months. It went great at first, he liked to dominate, I liked to be thrown around. The sex we had was energetic and filthy, constantly rough and exciting. We always wanted to fuck the same amount, and always at the same time. Just our skin touching would be enough to send us into a craze. After a lot of fun and exploration the impersonal arrangement slowly became difficult for my headspace, and I unfortunately decided to call it quits.

Weeks later and no more sex, I’m at a free concert in my city watching local bands play on the grass, when I run into Kyle quite unexpectedly. This is what I wrote in my diary about the night…

Last night I got fucked against a bathroom wall. By total chance Kyle had spotted me dancing in a crowd while I was watching some bands in the city.

I was happy to see a friendly face and after the show we caught each other up at a nearby pub. A couple of drinks later and we’d snuck away from the bar scene and wandered into a deserted playground nearby. Tensions heating after weeks apart, we teased each other in conversation for a while as the distance between us grew closer. Soon our dark flirty banter got the best of us and before we could control it we were making out and caressing each other’s bodies through our clothes.

His hands slid into my skirt and I pushed them away, laughing and hissing at our compromising location. He joked that he would bend me over anywhere. I rolled my eyes with a smirk as he led me towards the nearest bathroom, and I reluctantly obliged. We managed to sneak inside without being seen. Once the stall door closed my body warmed with fire. It had been weeks since we’d even seen each other, let alone touched each other’s bodies. The thought of us being alone with the sudden chance to have his dick inside me once again made me dirty with lust. Our eyes were unbreakably locked as I slowly slipped my jacket off in front of him and he unbuttoned his dress shirt. A thousand flashbacks of being bent over his bed in his room moaning while he pounded me flickered in my mind as I started to ache for his intensity. He peeled up my ankle-length skirt with one hand and sighed a long, impressed whistle as he took in the lacy undies tracing my thighs.

He slowly crouched and with two hands he slid them down and over my ankles, pausing to acquaint his eyes with my warm little hole once again. His lips met the ones between my legs, and his tongue slid between them, tasting me like I was his last meal. I was just sticky enough to be entered. As he stood I heard the familiar buckle of his pants and electricity washed over me, igniting every one of my senses with delight and lust. I spread my legs apart where I stood, facing him and staring into his eyes as he pushed his bare tip between my soft lips.

“Beg for it”, he growled, concentrating as he painted my slit with his pre-cum.
“I don’t beg for anything”, I politely smiled back.
And with that, he inserted himself all the way inside me, making me whimper a gasp as he slowly rammed himself all the way in and back out. He let out a sexy, low snarl like an animal and I could feel his ferocity. His nose ring and muscles held my stare as I finally grabbed onto his body and watched him take me. The devil inside him had reappeared in all his glory, and the fury of his lust was setting us both alight. My little moans leaked from the bathroom stall as I tried my best to keep quiet.

After a couple of minutes of our bodies grinding he slid out of me suddenly and we breathed hard, eyes wide in consuming desire. I turned around for him and arched my stomach against the wall, offering my peachy behind with a seductive smile. He slid straight back into my hole, doggystyle this time, and I writhed and held the wall as I watched back at his long cock sliding into me with bewildered pleasure.

He was not concerned with being quiet like I was, and I resisted in dirty shame as his body mass pounded mine. I could sense a girl in the toilets a few stalls down, but there was nothing I could do to mute his force. Every stroke took over my whole body, and shook my legs as he filled my hole with his hard, familiar cock. I knew his body well enough to know he was going to cum soon. I surrendered against the bathroom tiles as he took my hips and used me for pleasure, enjoying every second of the explosive feeling.

We broke into a dangerously synchronised rhythm, and the passion built with even more fiery intensity. The situation was so erotic, and we were both so turned on by the dirtiness of where we were and what we were doing. Suddenly he pulled his cock from me and came over my ass cheeks which trickled down my legs. I paused and let him admire his work before I dropped to my knees and licked him clean. As I stood we locked eyes with fierce wonder for what felt like minutes as we slowly re-clothed and finally caught our breath.

I have a feeling we’re going to catch up again.

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