free_and_easy
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I had a friend's birthday at a supper club this weekend where the restaurant turns into a night club afterwards. The venue was slowly filling up and there was a line up for the restroom. I always envy the mens washroom, no line ups and sadly much cleaner than the women's. I went down the other side of the place where there's a hallway to another set of washrooms, less congested than the ones by the main doors. Still a line up! But the mens looked empty, I know because I pushed the door in with my heel and took a quick peek. I went straight to a stall and finish my business.
At the sinks, a tall older gentlemen was washing his hands and he looks up at me in the mirror. I smile, act cute with a shrug and stand beside him to use the sink. He laughs and says I'm pretty brave to use the mens.
I hear a bunch of laughing and talking and the door pushed open, in my slight drunken state of mind I panic (I could have just walked out); running back into the stall was the best idea ever. I've see too many movies because immediately I hoist myself up on the seat and balance on my strap heels. Blame the whiskey. I didn't even bother latching the lock closed. One of those cringe worthy moments of my life.
I hear him go something like "Oh no, ya sorry." and my stranger at the sink comes into the stall and closes it quickly behind him. He's kind of bewildered as he sees that I'm standing on the toilet, embarrassed and about to burst out laughing. He holds out his arms, after a moments pause, I wrap my arms around his neck and he easily picks me ups. He sits down at the edge of the seat (hopefully there was no piss on it) and I'm in his lap, my dress is a wrap mini so it rides up but his hands stayed respectful. I noticed he keeps checking my expression so I silently laugh at the situation and he smiles back with a shake of his head. There's men coming in and out now and we kind of just sit there for a few silent seconds. I wiggle a bit and his hands steady my hips and he leans in to my ear and says I need to stop doing that.
I feel his thumb lightly brushing the side of my bare thigh, we keep watching each others' facial expressions and I leaned up to his ear and kind of just nip at his lobe. His fingers trace my skin until he's toying with the lining of my thong and then retreating to my inner thigh, always glancing up at my eyes. When I finally felt his fingers work their way inside of me, he groaned into my ear about how wet I was. It was insane how turned on I was by it all, I was ready to pull out his cock and ride him if I wasn't so distracted by his fingers. He kept fingering me until I was done, pulled out of me and watched my expression again as he licked his fingers clean. After that, he helped me fix up my clothes, grabbed me hand in his and walked me out of the bathroom casually (there was still a few guys in there which stared at me).
Oh my! Nice
