0 comments/ 29621 views/ 6 favorites Bathroom Romp By: justcantstop The club was ear-bursting and beautiful. There were more sexy men tonight than I've seen in my entire life and I didn't know how to respond. I sat coolly with my Smirnoff on the rocks and scoped out my potential candidates. My best friends sat on the left and the right of me, adjusting their water bras and fidgeting with their hair. They weren't at the club as often as I was, they felt out of place and nervous. I came here almost every night after my parents went to bed, with my fake ID and $20 of cold, stolen cash from the "emergency" jar at home. This was an emergency in my mind, if I didn't come here for two nights in a row I felt lonely. After all, I had turned 18 only six weeks ago and had just purchased my first fake ID. These men were my prey for the night. I felt like a majestic female lion. I subconsciously winked at a 30-something year old man down the bar. He grabbed his beer and ordered a margarita for me, then made his way down to my bar stool. His eyes grazed my chest and managed to get stuck on my cleavage. I smiled, and glanced as his package cautiously fluttered upwards. "I... erm... bought you a drink. Fan of margaritas?" "Ahhh yes, I am very fond of them thanks." I sipped on the drink and turned my back to the man to talk to my best friend Madison. I could tell he had a look of fear on his pale skin. I snickered to myself and went on discussing what us girls should do this evening with Madison. She didn't like the club, she said, and she wanted to go home. "Already!?!" I blurted, dumping the remains of my strongly mixed margarita on the bar, "Ah, fuck!" "Excuse me miss. I can lend you my napkin to clean that up if you'd like." Interrupted a tall, handsome, man. "Oh, but see, I got it on my jeans as well." "Come on with me then, I'll take you to the bathroom so you can wipe your pants down with water." He looked seductively towards the bathroom, and I knew what he was thinking, it seemed like a good idea. I rose from my stool coyly and followed him. This was the slutty side of me that my best friends hadn't seen yet. Even without looking, I could tell that their mouths were open at awkward, ugly angles and that they probably wouldn't utter a word until I came back. They thought I was a virgin, an innocent virgin with a newly printed fake ID, experiencing her first time in a club. "Right in here, babe. Nobody uses this side bathroom." he whispered in my left ear. I was hoping he'd try a nibble while he was there, but no such luck. We entered the bathroom quickly and silently. Not that anyone would have heard us, as some no-name rock and roll band was playing gory music on stage. Immediately after I reached the rusted-out sink, I turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his navy dress shirt. I reached his hot, wet lips with my own and he began to kiss me forcefully. I kissed him back, and tried to keep my own drunken lips in time with his. Within 2 minutes of heavy making out, we had both of our clothes off. He grabbed my hair and yanked me down onto my knees. "Do you suck cock?" "I could try." "Fucking excellent then." He grunted as he grabbed the back of my head and made my mouth slide along his dick. I purposely spat all over his thick, throbbing dick and I slid my mouth as far down his package as I could manage. I eased up and slowed down for a few minutes to let my jaw relax, only to have him force my lips and tongue back down his cock. This went on for about 5 minutes, and I was beginning to enjoy it when I felt him quiver slightly. Suddenly I felt a blast of warm erotic juices hit my moist tongue. It tasted salty, unusual, and delicious. I swallowed and instantly wanted more, but he wasn't allowing that. He grabbed me and turned me around so that my breasts were pressed against the cold, dirty sink. He grabbed a small bottle of lube from his pocket, and I watched as he rubbed his cock completely with the slimy substance. It instantly made me soaking wet, and I wanted him to fuck me then and there. "Just fuck me in the ass, now." I heard myself shout to the man. He obliged without further questions, and I let out a gasp of pleasure as he slid his cock in between my two butt cheeks. I had never felt so much pleasure as I did for the following minutes. He grabbed my hips and pounded me so forcefully that I thought I would clearly explode when I climaxed. After 10 minutes I felt a strong urge in my lower stomach, I could feel the orgasm coming, and I couldn't wait. I felt a tingling sensation overcome me, and I could hardly stand any longer, but he kept pumping his thick cock in me. Then, I burst, and a steady stream of white ejaculate emerged from my cunt and hit the dirty tile floor. At the same time, he came, and I felt his strong cum hit inside me. We stopped, and he smiled at me. He tugged his clothes back on. Then, he left the dirty bathroom with a "thanks for that." Bathroom Romp Joe was feeling good. Better than good. He was on top of the world. He was heading home early, cold beer was waiting and the game was starting in an hour. He had time to get home, get comfortable and would be able to watch the game in peace as Mary had said she'd fade out for the afternoon and let him be. Pulling into the drive he noticed that Mary's car was still there. Oh, yes. He remembered now. She had said she was going to dye her hair before she went. Probably still doing it. Heading towards the bedroom to change out of his work clothes Joe noticed the bathroom light was on and could hear the radio in there, blaring away. He stuck his head in to let Mary know he was home. Ah. Now there was a sight for sore eyes. Mary had apparently hopped straight out of the shower and then gone to the sink to start her dye job. Her head was buried in the sink with a towel across her shoulders, but the towel that she'd had wrapped around her waist had dropped off, giving Joe a marvellous view of her pretty bottom and shapely pussy. "Hi, love. I'm home," he called, stepping up behind her. He reached down and patted her bottom, his hand wandering down to stroke her pussy. Mary gave a squawk and shook her head, trying to stand up. Joe couldn't hear what she was saying over the blare of the radio and didn't really care. He had the superior position and he was going to take advantage of it. Joe held Mary effortlessly in place with one hand while his other hand continued to stroke her bottom and pussy. "Don't worry about what I'm doing," he told her, speaking loudly to be heard over the radio. "You just keep working on your hair. You wouldn't want a bad hair day, after all." Joe could hear Mary yelling something, but the radio and the fact that she was head first in the sink completely muffled her reply. He suspected that she was trying to say 'not now, you lecher', but he fully intended to ignore that. He continued to hold her and stroke her. Joe was now spending his efforts rubbing along Mary's slit. He could feel her squirming against his hand and could sense the heat starting to rise within her. Slipping his finger forward, he darted it between her lips, testing for the dampness that would facilitate his entry. She'd stopped trying to wriggle away now, apparently resigned to what was going to happen and her pussy was pressing back against his hand. Sensing that his wife was now ready, even eager the way she was pushing back against his hand, Joe stopped holding her in place. While continuing to rub and tease with one hand, his other hand was swiftly undoing his belt and dropping his trousers. Holding his erection, Joe eased it forward until it was rubbing against Mary's slit. His fingers carefully moved her lips apart and Joe slid neatly into place, driving full length into her. He heard Mary yell as he plunged deep within her, and he grinned. She could be a noisy little thing at times. Joe reached forward and cupped Mary's breasts. Holding them firmly he started to move within her, driving deeply in while he squeezed her breasts and the slowly withdrawing and relaxing his grasp on her breasts. The rhythm built quickly, Joe plunging in and relaxing, Mary thrusting back against his cock as he drove forward and then relaxing in her turn to let him withdraw for another assault. Minutes passed in energetic exercise, Joe taking care not to rush too quickly to a conclusion, knowing Mary would need a little more time before she would climax. On he went, enjoying this sudden interlude. It was a while since they had had made love on the spur of the moment like this, and Joe was determined not to waste the experience. He could hear Mary gasping and giving little squeaks as her climax drew near. OK. Quite loud squeals actually, but the radio was drowning them out. Knowing his wife was ready, Joe started pressing towards his own climax, thrusting harder and faster, finally exploding deep within her. He could feel Mary clamping down on his cock, surrounding it and squeezing it, and he could feel the tremors racing through her as she climaxed. Standing behind Mary, Joe gave her breasts one last squeeze before slowly withdrawing. Hitching up his trousers, Joe dropped a kiss on her back and told her that he was going to get changed and go and watch the match. Fifteen minutes later Joe was ensconced on the couch, beer in hand, a bowl of nuts on coffee table, TV on and the match due to start. And he'd got laid. What more could a man want. "Joe," Mary called from the door. "We're going now. Have fun with your big game." "I will," replied Joe, turning towards the door. "Wait a minute," he thought. "We? What we?" He stood and looked towards his wife. "Oh. Hullo, Suzy," he said, spotting his wife's sister standing next to her. "I didn't hear you come in." "Of course not," laughed Mary. "She's been here all day. We decided that as we were going out together, she should come round here to get ready. We've both dyed our hair. What do you think of the new look." "Ah, very nice," murmured Joe, looking from one to the other. "You look close enough to be twins the way you look now." The women waved and left, leaving Joe with a minor puzzle. "Why was Suzy looking at me with that smirk? Did she hear me and Mary in the bathroom?" Then another suspicion whispered to him. "That was Mary in the bathroom, wasn't it. Of course it was. Had to be."