The Bar Bathroom

You ever had that moment where you locked eyes with someone and you just knew you were going to end up fucking? I was at a bar one night in my small town having some drinks with some friends. It was one of those bars that wasn't intended to be a nightly thing, mostly used for small meetings, but the owner needed the money.

We had been drinking all afternoon and into the evening, when a tall brunette walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. I immediately noticed her because of how insanely long her legs were and how I could only imagine how wonderful they would feel wrapped around me. After she got her drink, she came out onto the patio and we immediately locked eyes. There was something about the way that she looked at me that got me instantly hard. It was like I knew just by looking at her that I wanted to know what she felt like, and judging by the way she looked at me, she felt the same.

We never said a single word to each other, but steadily continued drinking. Every so often I would feel her looking at me and I would look up towards her. Our eyes would lock and she would get a smirk on her face like we both knew what was going to happen. I got up and headed towards the bathroom but the door was locked, so I started making my way downstairs to the restaurant bathroom. It normally stayed locked once the restaurant closed, but I had a pocket knife that would help eliminate that being an issue. However, as I made my way down the stairs I could hear footsteps behind me. I got to the door and used my blade to open it.

As I walked into the bathroom, the door closed and locked behind me. I turned around and looked up and there she was. I shoved her into the door with a loud thud and proceed to stuff my tongue down her throat. Her hands grabbed the side of my face as she eagerly sucked my tongue. My hands were already up her skirt and had pulled her panties to the floor before she could even catch her breath. I stuffed her panties in my pocket and unzipped, as she slid down the door to give me better access.

I pressed the tip of my cock into her wet and waiting hole, then without warning, slammed every inch of me all the way inside her. She grunted loudly as her back slammed against the door. I kept stuffing every inch of me into her over and over again as hard as I could. I could feel her tearing with each thrust but neither one of us seemed to care as I continued assaulting deep inside her again and again. She reached underneath my arms and grabbed onto my shoulders, piercing my skin through my shirt, and scraping her fingernails down my back leaving her mark.

I bit her lip as I pummelled her tight little snatch over and over again. The rhythmic banging of her body against the door obviously got some people's attention as they had made their way downstairs to listen. I could hear them giggling over her moans as she took every inch of me deeper and harder inside her. She bit into my neck as her muscles started to spasm. She was coming so hard that I had to brace her against the door so that she wouldn't fall over. After a couple of seconds, I couldn't handle the weight, so I pulled out and shoved her against the sink that was attached to the wall.

She was just about to catch her breath when I shoved myself inside her again all the way to my balls. She tried to moan, but all that came out of her mouth was something in between pleasure and pain. Her head kept slamming against the mirror affixed to the wall, as I stuffed my thick fat cock into her sopping wet hole over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out and she immediately spun around and dropped to her knees. I was expecting her to open her mouth, but before she could, I was already exploding onto her face. Stream after stream spurt out of the head of my cock all over her forehead, cheeks, and eyes. She took the palm of her hand and scraped my fluids off of her face and proceeded to lick them off of her palm.

As she turned on the water to wash her face, I walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Instead of going back upstairs and telling my friends what happened, I just opted to go home. I laid in bed naked and took care of myself upon my arrival with her panties wrapped around my cock. When I woke up the next morning, I could still smell her juices on my cock so I took care of myself again to the thoughts of her body being slammed against the door. I never saw her again, but I still think about her to this day. Probably helps that I've got a picture of her come covered face to remind me.