Having sex in a bar bathroom has always been on my "fuck-it list", but it never seemed like I could get the chance. They tend to design bathroom doors to notice if two people go into one, or if someone goes into the wrong one. Either the bar is way too busy, there's never an opportunity to sneak into the men's room with my boyfriend, or it's too slow that the bartenders would notice.
Not to mention all of the fears of being caught going into it. One night, however, we were feeling bold enough to do it. Why not? We decided to go to a bar we'd never been to before, one we wouldn't mind never going to again if we got caught. Sitting together, having a drink, the knowledge of what we were going to do was like a third presence between us.
We couldn't stop touching each other, but didn't want to make it too obvious that we were so turned on. After a couple drinks, we were feeling tipsy enough to go for it, not caring if we got caught. It definitely seemed like we snuck into the men's restroom without anyone noticing, and there was no one else in there.
We took to the stall and immediately started making out, our hands exploring each others' bodies to the fullest. I slid my thong off and bunched them in his pants pocket, and rubbed his hard cock over his pants. We were moaning, momentarily forgetting that we needed to be quiet in case someone came in. I put my finger to my lips to shush us both and pulled his cock out of his pants. I stroked him, and his fingers went up my skirt, rubbing my clit hard. I moaned quietly into his mouth, and then pushed him to sit down on the toilet.
I pulled my skirt up and turned around to shake my ass teasingly at him. He grabbed it hard and started fingering me from behind. I started trembling, the pleasure almost too much to keep quiet, and I was almost too tipsy to care if I was.