It still shocks me how I end up being pressed up against the bathroom door at the club almost every time I go.
Maybe it isn't as shocking as I think.. Especially since I come onto the first somewhat decent looking man I see, am I desperate? Probably.
Tonight at the club, I was just dancing with my girls as I usually start out the night with. I was wearing a pink top with a jean skirt on, already a few drinks down when I see a handsome man standing off to the side, a beer in hand, watching everyone dancing. I continued to keep my gaze on him as I danced with my girls, waiting for the moment he made eye contact with me.
When he finally made eye contact with me, I bit my lip, grabbing onto my friend, I turned myself around and started grinding on her, not breaking eye contact with the handsome man. He chuckles upon seeing my teasing to him as my friend started grabbing onto my hips as we danced.
It didn't take long for my friend to get tired and decided to go get another drink, that's when my confidence rose and I walked over to the man. He raised a brow as I stood in front of him, my alcohol clearly talking for me as I said, "Hey handsome, looking for some fun?"
Like I said, shocking how I end up against the bathroom door.
We had locked ourselves in the bathroom, he had me pushed against the door as his lips pressed roughly against mine, we panted into each other's mouth as our kiss got more desperate, our hands started to explore each other's body, my hand sneaking down above his crotch, gently pressing some pressure against it, causing him to moan softly into my mouth.
I chuckled in response, continuing to rub against his clothed cock as his hands fell onto my clothed breasts, he squeezed them as we kissed, our hands extra grabby, making sure to feel each other well.