So about two hours later, 5-6 shots and quite a bit of pool and dancing, I decide that its time to go to the bathroom and go to the next party. Hanging out at the bar, and not having panties on with a dress was very exciting. Something I have never done before, but certainly exciting. Randomly my date would send me a text saying, i can almost see that wet pussy, or I wanna fuck you right here, and send a picture of the pool table or the stage. It was a huge and i was so just ready to go home and not even hit the next party, but commitments are commitments. and i was going to stick with them. I hugged most of my friends good bye and made sure to give the birthday boy a last shot of liquor while making sure his babysitter was still sober enough to get him home and excused myself to the rest room. Now this was a “dive bar” and one that I would not normally frequent but one that was alot of fun with this crowd of poeple. Teetering on my high heals and trying to touch up my make up while not rubbing lipstick all over my neck and face, I feel a hand on my back sliding down to the curve of my ass. I immediately know that it is my date and she certainly isnt done with me. She has left me wanting more, soaking wet and teasing me all night, and I know that this is about to get hot. The bathroom has two full stalls and an alcove in the corner that is blocked out by the two stalls. She is pulling my wrist and pushing me into the corner of the alcove. She places a hand over my mouth and tells me to be quiet. Knowing that this is impossible for me, its a hard task to follow. She shoves my dress up and enters me with 2 fingers. She is anything but gentle this time. I let out a loud gasp. “shhhhhhhh” she reminds me. I am already wet enough to be slidding down my inner theighs. I am already seeing stars and feel the heat swelling in my clit. I am pulsing, wanting her to go faster and just make it end. She withdraws her fingers and places a hand over my mouth. We can hear people comming through the back hall where the bathroom is located. “shut the fuck up” a woman yells, and enters the room. She stumbles into the first empty stall, slamming the door. We are still in the corner of the “open” stall and totally visable. My date pushes me further into the wall and locks her warm mouth over mine. Grabbing me by the back of the head she pulls my hair back with one hand and re-enters me with the other. This time she is anyting but gentle. She has her thumb applying pressure on the swelling in my clit, my juices are running down her hand, the inside of my legs and my head lolling to one side. I know I am about to tip over the edge and into the bliss of pheramones that will finally sate the gnawing, burning feeling in my loins. “do NOT STOP” i breath out, panting and knowing that I am about to cum all over her hand and possibly all over my dress. The release is exactly what I am craving what I need and what my body desires. My muscles clench, my body is shaking, I can feel the heat that is swollen in my clit, I am so ready to jump off the cliff and in to sation. She removes her pressure on my clit and lightly flicks it. This is all the ecnouragement I need to fall over the edge. My body clenches, my stomach tightens and with that i scream “i am cumming” she pushes her fingers faster and harder. My body pulses and my clit finally releasees all of the pulsing that has been built up. She feels my body release and removes her fingers. I slide down the inside of the wall and finally open my eyes. The seas of bright lights, liquor and sweet release are making my head spin. ” dont let me interupt” a voice says to the left of us. We both snap our heads over, and realize the person in the other stall was the bartender, and she was grinning from ear to ear. With that she flicks her long dark hair and marches back to the bar.
“Oh shit, now what?” i ask. I am mortified at what just happened and what the bartender potentially would have witnessed. ” The exits just out side the bathrooms, we leave as we planned” she replies, thrusting a hand towards me. I take her hand, steady myself on my heals, and run my fingers through my hair. No matter how mortified I am I will not let it keep my head down. I paste a smile on my face and walk out the back door of the bar.