“There’s gotta be a supply closet or somethin’ we can sneak into around here,” he growled to me again, his dick throbbing through his trousers not in the least bit inconspicuously.
“Bathroom,” I suggested, because at least I knew where those were. I didn’t want to have to be looking around all night just for a place to fuck him, and there was no way I was going to wait.
I couldn’t.
My hand dipped lower, and I blushed as I looked around, so aware of how my ass was showing to anyone who cared to look — and there were some. Staring. Watching. Including a few I recognized from our department.
But instead of breaking away from Tony, it just made me eager to find somewhere more private, and I began to drag him away.
We went to the bathrooms off beyond the dance floor in the quiet hall beyond. I led him to the private handi-accessible washroom and locked the door behind us. I pressed in against him, and he backed against me, flipping me around so that I was up against the wall.
Those groping hands of his were down to my thighs again, tugging up my dress to my hips and then waist as our lips smacked noisily.
“I need you right now,” he groaned out with such deep, needful lust.
“I’m not on the pill,” I cautioned. I was horny as hell, and drunk as a skunk, but I still remembered that.
And yet I didn’t stop him, instead looking up at his ruggedly handsome face, my finger going to my dress and pulling it up around my waist and revealing my scandalous little thong that barely hid my shaved puss. It was soaking wet, the strong aroma flooding the air.
“I don’t care,” he muttered back to me, his hand curling in between my thighs, forcing them wider as he felt the heat and moisture of my cunny. He rubbed at me so lewdly as he shrugged his shoulders and my hands helped slide that jacket off his body so it fell to the floor.
We were beyond caring about such things though, and I was most concerned with helping unbutton his shirt as he worked open his belt. Our lips smacking as I tilted my head and gazed at the sight of his bare, hard chest, rippling with muscle and corded sinew.
He was so gorgeous and I was grinding against his hand before I knew what I was doing, helping him as he pressed that bare fabric against me.
I looked over him and then my hands dropped, desperately trying to help with his fly, to pull him free. I couldn’t remember ever being so horny, and I wanted him in me. Now. Right there in the bathroom.
My mouth went back to his, tongue flicking against his eagerly as I moaned.
I undid his pants, and then through them I reached into his boxer-briefs, taking hold of that thick, hot shaft inside. It was big, bigger than I thought, and as I pulled it out into the open a simple glance made me do a double-take.
He had a beast of a cock, so thick and throbbing with heated desire. The purple crown glistening with precum. It was intense to be holding such a massive dick in my hand, I didn’t think they actually came in that size!
But feeling his fingers hook in around my thong and brush against my bare slit managed to make me quiver and moan… and lose my focus all over again.
Instead I stood, dumbly, holding a cock that was big enough to make it so I didn’t know what to do with it, my mind abuzz with desire. When he slipped two of his fingers in me, though, brushing against my sensitive walls, I nearly buckled.
My eyes went to his, wide and filled with lust as I licked over my mouth.
“How?” I asked.
He continued to kiss at my lips, then back along my jaw as his two thick fingers sank into my cunt and began to slowly pump. The slick honey of my canal aiding his pumping, letting him loosen me up a little as he teased my clit. Though at my confusion he paused and looked at me.
“What? You never fucked before?” he asked, his cock swelling in my hand so lewdly as he slid a free hand down along my side then back up, to grope at my breast through my top.
I laughed at that, though it came out as more of a growl of pleasure, and I shook my head.
“How do you wanna do this?” I said, managing, somehow, to finish my sentence despite my lust.
He gave a wry grin that looked almost predatory on his handsome face. He reached down, the slickness of my cunt trailing along my thigh as he hoisted me up without delay or even asking. He kept my back to the wall as he lined up his immense dick with my glistening little hole.
“Like this,” he growled, kissing my lips again as he pressed the tip of his shaft to me, nudging against my narrow little opening as he so ravenously went for my tongue with his own.
I knew he wasn’t wearing a condom and, in potentially the stupidest move I’ve made of the evening, I found it exhilarating instead of horrifying.
What’s worse?
I begged him for it.