I was leaned over the sink in the dim bar bathroom, about to reapply the dark lipstick that had been worn off by too much tequila and shit talking that night when the bathroom door flew open, and he quickly stepped inside and locked the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked. “Occupied!”
He just looked at me for a second before he covered the distance between us in two steps and kissed me deeply. Hungrily.
What. The. Fuck.
I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do, but against my will my tongue found his after a second and returned the kiss. What the fuck was happening right now? And why was I totally fucking on board for it?
We just stood there for a second, in a shocked state pressed up against each other, until he spun me back around to face the sink and our eyes met in the mirror. His lips found my neck.
“This is crazy,” I said. “What are you doing?” But I already knew.
Slowly, and without a word, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his left hand down inside them. Our eyes were still locked in the mirror and I moaned a little at his gentle touch, unwittingly.
“Oh my God,” he said. “I knew you wanted me as much as I want you,” he murmured in my ear as his fingers discovered just how on board for this I was. “You’re fucking soaked.”
My head swam from too many margaritas and the fact that this was happening while everyone partied out right out front. Including my boyfriend. And his girlfriend.
I paused for a second, shell-shocked and so fucking turned on I couldn’t think straight. Then I slipped my jeans down further and looked back at him, as he took out his perfect looking cock and slid inside me from behind.
I couldn’t help it– I melted, collapsing a bit over the sink, and he braced me and pulled me back into him.
“Come here,” he said as he started to fuck me, slowly, and then picked up the pace. I leaned back against him as he pounded me from behind, striking my G spot at the perfect angle with every thrust and stroking my clit with one hand.
It was incredible. The adrenaline, the tequila, the perfect cock inside me were combining to push me close to cumming already. How was this even possible? Every stroke was better than the one before it, and my pussy tightened around his cock as I got even closer.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, shaking his head and trying to stay quiet.
I was gasping now, my breath coming in short bursts, and I whispered to him that he was going to make me cum.
“Tell me again,” he moaned, and cradled my throat gently but firmly in his hand.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I said, louder now, with a moan escaping my mouth that was way too loud.
His hand moved from my throat to cover my mouth at the exact perfect time, right as I started to cum so fucking hard my knees buckled.
I could tell from his reflection in the mirror that he was cumming as well and we rode it out together, grasping the wall and sink and trying not to fall over. He nuzzled my neck and hair as we caught our breath and collected ourselves.
“We’re cool, right? I won’t tell if you won’t,” he said after a minute and glanced back at me.
“Our little secret,” I promised.
He kissed me lightly on the cheek before whispering “Until next time,” with a grin and left the bathroom quickly.
I went back to reapplying my lipstick, trying to steady my shaking hands, and slipped back out into the bar.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ohszc0/our_little_secret_in_the_bar_bathroom_mf
so hot and full on passion great story