She had been teasing him on the dance floor all night, and they were both reaching fever pitch. Hurriedly, they rushed in to the men's toilets, Richard grabbing at her bum and trying to kiss her neck. He ached to get between her thighs, and she wanted it just as much, judging by the way she was pulling him on.
She jumped onto the sink counter, sat forward and opened her legs. He hadn't even realised she wasn't wearing any knickers all evening, despite the shortness of her skirt. His erection made another leap, while he struggled to get his trousers undone. Mandy was enjoying his lack of control, he could tell.
"Uh – unh" he grunted, as he pushed inside her and simultaneously pulled her towards him. His lips and hands were all over her: tits, shoulders, neck, mouth. God, she felt and tasted good. At this rate, he wasn't going to last long.
Almost as soon as he had the thought, he came. No holding on tonight for him, making it last until they both had what they wanted. He groaned and reached up to kiss her, mumbling his apology. He would make it up to her, probably go down on her in a few moments when he'd collected his wits. In the meantime, they kissed hungrily and let their hands wander. Her eyes were still heavy with lust.
"Very nice," a sardonic voice behind him said, and they both turned to look. A slim dark-haired man stood leaning against a cubicle, arms crossed, watching them with amusement. "But she didn't come, did she?" He raised an eyebrow at Richard, as if reproving him for his lack of manners. Richard heard Mandy's sharp intake of breath and knew immediately what she'd seen. Button-fly jeans. Sex in clothing form, as far as she was concerned.
And, inside them, a very obvious bulge, which the stranger was making no effort to hide. On the contrary, he caught Mandy's eye and raised his eyebrow again, as he smiled at her. His hand moved down to his flies and he undid the top button. Mandy jumped off the sink counter to walk towards him, and Richard knew his job was to watch from the sidelines. He knew enough not to interrupt her when she had that look in her eyes. The stranger was right: she hadn't yet come. She was still dangerous.
Before she even got to the man, she was tearing open a condom pack with her teeth. Dear God, was this girl ever unprepared for sex? Apparently not. Once she reached him, she ripped open the rest of his flies, pulled down his trousers and pants, then commandingly pushed him down on the floor, so she could straddle him. She certainly knew what she wanted, and at this moment in time it was the man in the button-fly jeans. He didn't seem to be objecting.
She slid down onto him with a groan, while his hands grabbed her arse to steady her. She leaned forward so he could slip his hand up her camisole and touch a nipple with his fingers. Mandy gasped, and then again as he grabbed her more roughly, pulling her slip up so he could flick her nipple with his tongue and gently bite it. His other hand went to work pulling and tweaking her other nipple, before running his thumb around it deliciously. She groaned again.
She sat back to change the angle between them, arching her back while he held on to her waist with both hands. He pushed into her forcefully time and again, and she gave as good as she got. Mandy obviously fancied it a bit rough tonight. No surprise really, given the button-fly jeans. They always brought out the slut in her, Richard knew.
From the look on her partner's face, he was concentrating hard on not coming just yet. He wasn't going to fall into the same trap as Richard, however much she taunted him. She wasn't making it easy for him, though. A lesser man would have succumbed by now.
