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Shagging in the LooI see you watching me from across the pub. I’m on a business trip and needed a bit of a break from the mountains of paperwork that I had up in my hotel room. I try not to stare, but it’s hard not to. Your rugged good looks have me overwhelmed; and I want you, even though I shouldn’t. “Hello love, the blokes over there would like to buy you a pint.” The barkeep interrupts my thoughts, “Is that ok with you?” “Relay to them that I’m not single, and I’m in town on business, I don’t want them getting the wrong idea.” I watch as the barkeep goes over and relays the message. I’m shocked when you chuckle, slide off your stool and walk over to me. Your steps are deliberate; almost as if you know how badly I want you. “May I?” you gesture to the stool next to me. I can only not and take another long sip of my beer. “You from the states?” your accent is leaving me dizzy. “Yes.” I manage to say quietly. “You’re quite lovely.” you say as you slide a hand on my leg just above my knee, your thumb stroking me gently. I try to hide a tremble, but can’t and can see you smile out the corner of my eye. I manage to clear my throat and move your hand from my leg. “I’m not single.” “I know.” You say and replace one hand on my leg, placing it a bit higher, and the other goes to the small of my back, your thumb sliding under the hem of my shirt. I finish my pint and signal the barkeep for another. Your thumb is gently stroking the smooth skin of my back and I’m trying my damnedest to not quake all over. I turn to look at you, and as I do the hand on my leg slides a little higher. “I can’t.” I protest. “You sure?” you dip your osmaniye escort head and press a kiss against my neck, the thumb on my leg stroking, sliding even higher, slipping up the hem of my skirt. “No,” I manage to gasp. “No what love?” “I’m not sure.” I manage to ground out. You chuckle again and kiss my neck again, higher, just below my ear and I moan softly as your teeth nibble at me gently. I shift slightly on the barstool and your whisper in my ear makes me blush. “Well?” you say louder. “Very” I manage to gasp. The hand on my leg slides higher and I hear you growl appreciatively when you reach the top of my thigh high stockings. Your hand continues to travel higher and I hiss softly when your fingers slide between the thin fabric and my skin. I clutch onto the bar as you slide your fingers up and down my slit, your mouth near my ear whispering softly what you want to do to me. A moment later the offending hand on my leg is gone and I watch as you draw your fingers to your lips and lick them, savoring my essence. “Come with me.” You growl softly as you slide from the barstool, a noticeable bulge in your jeans. Wordlessly I stand and let you guide me to the back of the pub, you’re behind me and your hands are rested on my hips, your thumbs under the hem of my shirt stroking the soft skin. The loo’s are both occupied and you curse softly. I move to stand against the wall and you come and stand in front of me, your legs on either side of mine, and you press me against the wall. I gasp when I feel your length against my stomach. Your hand tucks under my chin and you dip your head to kiss me softly, escort osmaniye your tongue teasing the corners of my mouth until my lips part. I moan softly as your hands slide under my skirt to cup my ass. You toy with the thin fabric that runs up my crease and I’m on fire. I hear the door to one of the loo’s open and a soft chuckle from the bloke that walks out. “Sorry mate.” The bloke says to you eyeing me appreciatively, “can’t wait to get her home eh?” You don’t reply and just drag me into the open washroom, closing and locking the door. Your hands are hurried as they unzip and remove my skirt. You kneel in front of me to slide it down my legs and when I lift up my leg to step out of it you press a wet kiss at the juncture of my thighs. “Fuck.” I hiss, as your tongue slides beneath the fabric. Your hands lift me effortlessly and d**** my legs over your shoulders. My back is against the door and you’re latched on tight to my sex. You back off just long enough to slide my soaking wet panties from my hips. I watch through half closed eyes as you bring them to your nose and breathe in deep. I gasp and writhe against the door as you latch on again, your mouth making love to my sex. My body has become putty in your capable hands and I’m ready for anything, or so I think, you take one hand, wet a single finger with the juices of my saturated snatch and slide it into my very tight, never plundered ass. “bloody hell.” You hiss, “So tight.” “Please.” I manage to gasp. “Please what love,” you mumble your mouth expertly sucking my clit. “Damn it, you know what.” I growl. “I don’t believe I do darlin’” you say as you osmaniye escort bayan add a second finger to my tight hole. I dig my nails into the back of your head and moan again, loud enough that if anyone is outside I know that they can hear me and know what’s going on behind the door. “You want me to fuck you don’t you?” “Yes.” I growl. You gently lower me, and wait while I gain some control over my legs. Once I can stand upright I come towards you and before you can I undo the button of your jeans, and carefully ease down the zipper. I gasp when you spring free and can feel your eyes on me as I take you into my hand and gently stroke you. “Slowly love. I want to finish in you, not on you.” I continue to stroke slowly down the full length and then back up, my hand rolling over the head. I only manage to get three passes done before you still my hand and pick me up, easing me against the wall across from the door. I didn’t see it before, but there’s a mirror on the back of the door and I can watch as you pick me up and press me against the wall, your cock rubbing between my legs. You pull back only for a second before driving yourself home, filling me. My legs wrap around you, my nails dig into your shoulders. The fucking is wild, without abandon, and I cum hard, my sex clenching yours tightly. “Fuck me.” You hiss into my ear before biting my neck hard. Your speed increases and soon both of us are cursing. You pause only for a second and I know what your unasked question is. I kiss you hard and nod and seconds later I can feel you explode deep inside. “Oy, are you ok in there?” a knock at the door startles us. “Yeah it’s all good in here.” you manage to reply. We quickly put ourselves together and leave the loo. You go to join your friends and I get ready to leave. Before I do I walk over and hand you my room key. “Bring a friend.” I say and quickly walk out of the pub.
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