In the bathroom stall [FM]

J was my fucking kryptonite.

I don’t know what it was about him that made me so weak – He wasn’t anything to write home about in looks or personality. He was known as a bit of a serial fuckboy really, and yet for going on 2 years all it’s taken is a nod, a smile, a light touch on the small of my back, and next thing you know we’d be tearing into each other in the nearest bathroom stall, dark alley… anywhere we could find. I don’t think we’ve ever made it back to his.

The last time I saw J was at a club night. One of my mates had gotten Mandy so I wasn’t expecting anything but a good time with the gang. Timing was always J’s worst suit, as he showed up with all his mates in tow right after I’d come up, and I tried my best to avoid him. No luck though, as he quickly spotted me by the bar where I was resisting the urge to throw up, and slid right up beside me.

I remember he laughed, amused at my state. The bartender brought me water, and him a beer. He pulled me in close, “Make me feel as good as you do right now”. A command, not a request. I took a sip of water and tried to play it cool… as cool as my absolute euphoria would allow. He was already rock hard against me, eyes darting around the dark room, looking for a corner to shove me in. I nuzzled against him, the thumping bass vibrating around me, the heat of our bodies tethering me to the world. He slid his rough hands up my thigh, lightly grabbing my ass, feeling the material of my thong. I shuddered. He downed his beer and snapped the thin strip of fabric between my cheeks.

“Let’s go somewhere a little quieter”

We got lucky. The attendants weren’t around and he led me into a stall. The world was spinning and I suddenly found my arms thrown around his neck, and his fingers finding my clit. Our lips met and I felt like I’d melt into a puddle right then and there. The pills were doing their job, but to be honest I would’ve gotten wet for him the moment he came up to me. I held on to J for dear life as I bucked against his rough fingers, 2 years of history allowing him to be efficient in getting me ready for his cock. Fuck. Thank God the booming music travelled, because I was whimpering for him to fuck me, just fuck me already. My hands fumbled for the zipper. I was on a roll, I was desperate, I needed it.

J bent me over. “Are you drooling baby?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out of my drenched pussy and shoved them in my mouth, letting me taste my sweet juices while muffling my answer. I heard a wrapper opening (where did he pull that out from?), felt my thong pulled down, and I opened up for him like the dumb drugged up slut I was. He kept one hand over my mouth and the other on my perky tits that had somehow escaped the lace top I was wearing, rolling and pinching and rolling and pinching my nipples as he used me like a toy. I was on cloud fucking nine as J pounded me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he told me what a good girl I was being for him. I was close, so close.

But just when I thought I could ride my wave to the top, J pulled out of me, pulled off the condom and shoved my head down instead. I was aching for release, and he knew it. The fucking bastard. Two can play that game.

I luxuriated in licking him. He tried to grab my head and my hands gripped his wrists. He tried to flex his hips forward and I pulled away. I let my tongue drag from his balls… up the shaft and to the tip, where I swirled my tongue around a few times. He groaned. I looked up and let his dick fall out of my mouth.

“Sorry babe I’m too high. See you later maybe?” I practically sprinted back to the dancefloor before he could react, not caring if anyone was outside the stall.

J made sure he won our little game when the DJ set was over, and my jaw unclenched. Mandy showed me a good time, but J fucked me better.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o3j5bx/in_the_bathroom_stall_fm