The metal doorto the Roca bathroom opened. The Roca bathroom was unlike any bathroom I have ever seen which made it the perfect setting for my Paris stamp. The walls were a harsh ruby red. I couldn’t tell if the tiled walls were white, and it was just the lights shining down on us that were red. Either way ambience is key when you are about to fuck a stranger in a public bathroom. Why not? I inhale the smell of cleaning solution and an air freshener that smelled like licorice. Odd combination, nevertheless. The man behind me pressed me against the wall and began to kiss up and down my neck sloppily. Oh no. His lips were sweet from whatever alcohol he drank before we talked. These first few moments and I knew that the kissing was less to be desired for.
“What’s your name?” I ask, through breathless kisses.
“Blaise,” he says.
“Blaise,” I repeat, though I know, realistically, it doesn’t actually matter.
“What’s yours?” he asks.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said quickly.
He ran his thin hands across my black sweater dress as he grabbed my breast in his hand. His erection presses against me slightly. He fumbles with his belt.
Is he nervous?
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask.
“No,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Me either. Consider us both virgins,” I say with a smile.
I pull the black lace panties down my thighs, the fabric falling around my ankles. His cock frees from in between his zipper, his pants staying on his thin frame. I turn away from him and hold onto the edges of the sink in front of me. He pushes my feet apart. The sound of a wrapper unwrapping eases my mind. He unravels the condom over his cock as I feel the cold latex tease over my clit.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I pull up my dress, bunching the fabric into my fingers with a fist. His two hands pull my shapely ass cheeks apart. I look up in the mirror to see him wet his fingers with his tongue before rubbing the wetness along his adequately sized cock. I watch him in the mirror behind me as his tongue crosses across his teeth in anticipation. That was hot. He wants me. We don’t know anything about one another, and he is about to fuck me in the bathroom of the Eiffel Tower. The latex covered head of his cock teases over my clit. Shudders get sent down to my spine as my clit swells in anticipation. He enters me slowly and carefully. With the head in he stops moving. I swirl my hips around in circles in a desperate attempt to push it further inside of me. It’s not what I pictured, but there is still time to save this bathroom rendezvous. But what can one expect for their first public pounding? Suddenly, as if all of a sudden powering up he begins pumping into me like a jackhammer. The zipper from his pants rubbing against my cheeks. His thin frame slamming against mine roughly that I struggle to hold onto the sides of the sink. The pleasure is gone for me, and I now officially feel like a dog. His moans behind me were feral. Clearly, he was having fun. I on the other hand, just wanted to be done. The constant jack hammering is making my cunt feel pounded in a bad way. I rely on my previous sex with Lucas for some acting skills.
“Oh yeah,” I say dramatically.
This just made him moan more animatedly. I have to bite my lip not to laugh. Oh no.
“Faster, Blaise. Faster,” I moan.
Within seconds, he collapses against my back with his hands wrapped around my belly. I grab him by his forearm and push him away from me gently. As he takes the condom off his erection, I pull the black fabric of my panties up my thighs again and wiggle them back into place under my dress. As I fluff out my hair and rearrange my jacket, he pushes his semi-erect member back through his zipper and into his pants. His smile reads confidence and if anything, it's cute.
“That was amazing,” he breathes.
“Yeah, not bad,” I agree, placing my hand on his shoulder, and gently patting.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” he asks again.
I smile as I relish in the fact that I never have to see him again and that another stamp on my penis passport is complete.
“Au revoir,” I say as I open the door and quickly leaving the bathroom.
Walk faster.
You can’t win them all.