The Bar - Sex Stories

The Bar

... and lead you to the women's restroom, open the door, check to make sure it is empty, pull you in, and lock the door behind you. By the time I turn around your cock is already out, throbbing wet and waiting to be buried deep inside me. I walk over to the sink and start to hike up my skirt. Before I have the change to start to take down my panties, you spin me around to face the wall, tear off my thong, throw it aside, and ram your cock balls deep into me. It is rough as you brutally claim my inner walls with your cock. I brace myself with my hands against the wall, taking the delicious impact deep inside. I want to come again and you know it. You reach around and start playing with my tits. I can't hold back and I cry out in passion. As I'm nearing the end of my orgasm I feel your cock harden and your balls tighten up against me. You come with such force you drive me almost flat against the wall, your hips pinning me and thrusting irregularly. When you pull out of me, I can feel your hot cum running down my legs. I can barely stand, my legs feel like Jell-O. You look at me and smile, tuck your cock back into your pants, pick up my thong, smell it, kiss me on the cheek, unlock the door, and walk out, leaving me dripping wet and trying to compose myself. After I cleaned up a bit and made myself presentable, I walk out of the bathroom and go to try to find my friends out on the dance floor and have a great rest of my night knowing that somewhere you are smelling my soaked panties and getting hard over it. I wonder absently, as I join my girlfriends, if you will add that pair of panties to your ever growing trophy drawer, the one that is next to your side of our marital bed.