I ordered a beer and forced myself to finish it, even though I don't really drink. I needed a boost. I'd never been this nervous in my life. Problem was, I've never really been drunk, so I wasn't sure how to tell when the beer had done its thing. I checked my wrist watch. Ready or not, I was going to go through with this. Now.
I gave her a long, naughty stare, followed by a wink, and then I left the bar, sure that she would follow me. I made my way over to the ladies' room. It was empty, except for one of the stalls, where I could see a pair of legs dressed in jeans. I walked over to the sink and jumped up on it. I sat down in what I hoped was a cool, seductive pose, and waited. It didn't take long before she walked in. We looked at each other. I grinned and raised my eyebrows.
She locked the door behind her and came up to me. She put a hand on my thigh, and I jumped. She looked at me questioningly. I was going to screw it up. I put a hand around her neck, leaned in, and kissed her. She was softer than a man, and she smell perfume instead of after shave. Other than that, lips were lips and hands were hands. I moved my mouth to her neck and licked it. I tried thinking of what I liked myself. Sure, this was individual, but what one woman liked couldn't be THAT horrible to another one, right?
She seemed to like it. I moved my hands down to her waist and pulled her closer. If only I had such a slim waist! If only my tits were that big! I caressed her round hips with a feeling of slight envy. I wanted to be as pretty as she was.
She ran her hands down my back and my ass, then bent down to kiss my legs. At first, I didn't understand what she was doing, then I felt her leaving kisses up the inside of my thighs. She stopped right before my crotch, and I couldn't decide if this was a good thing or not. She kissed me again, and put her hand inside my tights, inside my panties. I tensed up, felt invaded, but her fingers knew just what to do to take my mind off everything but the magic they were performing. I closed my eyes. This made it easier to relax and enjoy it. It wasn't a woman touching me, it was just hands. Experienced, knowing hands; they knew exactly where and how to touch, how long and how hard. I fumbled for support, and my hands grabbed on to the hand dryer on the wall and the water faucet in the sink. I leaned back, pushing my pelvis forward, giving her a better angle to work from. Her fingers spun in circles around my clit, rubbing it fast but light. My knees moved further apart, I pressed myself against her hand. It felt so good. Then I tensed up and moaned quietly. The waves of my orgasm came and went.
