In the night club toilet
The pulsing music outside the club bathroom was loud enough to mask the lascivious cries of pleasure echoing off the hard tiles. Her eyes squeezed shut as he gripped her hips, while his cock slammed into her again and again. “Oh fuck yes!” she whimpered desperately, one heel kicked off and tights dangling around a knee.
The dirty stall floor creaked with every forceful thrust. Streaks of silver glitter now adorned the tile walls, glinting under the harsh light. She reclined into his firm chest, short hair scraped back from a flushed face. “Harder,” she begged shamelessly, consumed by his dominant strokes. “Please, fuck me harder…”
The heated moment was rudely interrupted by a tentative knock. “Uhh are you guys almost done? I really gotta go.” An embarrassed young voice cut through the noise. Her lover froze, nose brushing her sweaty neck. She glanced over shoulder, lip caught between pearly teeth. “H-hey bud. Give us, like, 3 more minutes, ‘kay? That’s all I’m asking.”
“Oh my god, fine.” The person outside huffed irritably. “I’m serious though, I wasn’t kidding!”
She turned back, rolling her eyes. “What a fucking buzzkill,” she mumbled. He chuckled breathily, breath hot against her skin. A wicked grin pulled at colorless lips. “Let’s finish this up, yeah?” He slapped her ass before resuming his pace, balls slapping obscenely. She let out a strangled moan, nails resisting the urge to leave red crescents on the door.
He was so deep inside her, stretching her in ways that made spots dance behind closed lids. Wet sounds mingled with her muffled moans, lost to the blaring music still a whole world away. This, right here, was her universe – the unrelenting pressure of him, the sweat-slicked skin slipping as she writhed and rode him from below. In this moment, here in this filthy stall, she didn’t care about the person waiting for their turn. The rest of the club, the night, poised on the brink of forgetfulness. There was only the glorious friction of his hardness, stroking that perfect spot inside. He was her everything.
Tension mounted in her core like a coiled spring. He reached around, strumming her swollen clit with deft fingers. She clung to his neck, nearly delirious as the crest neared. “Don’t stop, right there,” she pleaded through labored breaths. “I’m gonna–fuck, fuck!” The release crashed through her, gripping his length like a velvet vise with spasming walls. He grunted, burying to the hilt, and painted her insides with hot cum. Pleasure jolted up her spine in crackling waves. “Fuck, yes…” she sighed out, going limp.
They sagged together, panting against the unsteady cardboard walls. Sticky and disheveled. Thoroughly debauched. Outside, the insistent knocking resumed. He sighed, pulling out with a filthy squelch, and she winced at the sudden hollow emptiness. “Duty calls,” he smirked, gesturing at the door. She snorted, releasing a hiccupping laugh. With a final peck on the lips, he stepped aside to let her wobble out, corrections to her outfit an afterthought.
Opening the door, she nearly bumped into the deteriorating figure of a younger man – confused, embarrassed, half-hard, and so very eager to mark his own territory. She offered a mischievous wink and sashayed out, surely leaving a trail of dripping puddles behind her click-clacking heels.
