I turn to retrieve my lipliner in the sink, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall, his hot breath on my face.
I feel his hardness slam against me like a volt of electricity, and I gasp.
Before I can stop myself, I’m widening my legs and pushing my hips into his, so his dick is hard between my legs.
My head weakly protests at my actions but is no match for my traitorous body. All willpower goes out the bathroom window. I need him so badly.
I grind against his erection.
He lets out a low guttural moan and grabs my ass, clenching me against him so hard I think I’m going to bruise.
“You’re going to ruin my date.” I stammer.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growls as he hitches me up in his arms and walks us both into the nearest cubicle.
Inside he slams the door and pins me against the wall with his legs. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I respond furiously. I wrap my left leg around his hips to push closer into his hard cock. I need skin on skin.
This man. He’ll be the end of me. When did I become one of those girls that fucks in a toilet?
His hands roughly pull my pants to the side, and he pushes a finger deep inside me. I yelp at the shock then warmth floods between my legs.
I cry out as he starts pulsing in and out.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he breathes against my lips. “This wetness is for me.”
I moan into his mouth, grabbing onto his biceps to stop from sliding down the wall since my legs can’t do their job.
“Double standards Danny. I don’t share.” I whisper as my hand travels down to rest on his hardness. “If you want me, it’s only me.”
“You want me all to yourself, Charlie?” He flashes me an arrogant smirk.
I fight my urge to let him bring me to climax right here. Instead, I yank down his trouser zip and release him from his pants. I need to be in control for once.
He hisses in response as his manhood snaps up against his stomach. So so ready. So angry. So massive.
For a second, I stare at it in awe.
“Like what you see?” He whispers with a dark smile.
Instead of answering him, I push my hand down and give him a hard stroke from base to shaft.
He lets out an appreciative moan, and I wrap my hand around his large length and stroke with intensity.
He’s so engorged, so ready to explode, and I’ve barely started.
“Fuck” he mutters through clenched teeth, gripping the walls to steady himself. “I won’t last.”
I stroke faster and harder, my own arousal deepening as I watch the control I have over him. Despite its size, my core is screaming at me to sit on it.
He rests his forearms on the wall on either side of my head and closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Keep going,” he whispers against my face.
“Still trying to buy me out?” I pant.
“At this rate, I’ll give you the damn company.”
He draws in a stuttered breath. “I’m close.”
I stroke, watching his face contorting in pleasure. His tongue hangs down over his bottom lip.
He shudders and lets out a groan that echoes throughout the toilets.
Without stopping to think, I aim his cock at his custom-made designer trousers and feel the warm liquid squirt out into my hands and all over his trousers. It explodes out, thick and fast. I release it and wipe my hand on his shirt, smearing his jizz over himself.
“Now I need to go back to my date, Mr. Walker,” I whisper in his ear.
I push him away from me, and he falls against the opposite wall of the toilet, surprised.
“Charlie,” he snaps, steadying himself.
With a wink, I open the door and leave him pants down, jizz on his trousers and jaw hanging open.
Charlie
“I’m so sorry. It took ages to get the stain out”. I sit down at the table again, my eyes darting everywhere but Mark’s. I’m a terrible liar. He’ll be able to detect I was touching another man’s dick just from my face.
He smiles and looks pointedly at my chest. “It’s still there, you know.”
Oops.
He doesn’t seem to notice my twitchy behaviour, or perhaps he just thinks I’ve got first-date nerves, for he leans over, grabs my traitorous hands, and gives them a kiss, the poor unsuspecting bloke not aware of where they have just been.
“Don’t worry, you’re still the sexiest woman in here, stain or no stain.”
“Uh-huh,” I stammered back.
“Fancy an obnoxiously priced cocktail?” he asks, gently rubbing circles on my slutty hands.
I force a smile. “Yes, please”
I sneak a glance at the far side of the bar as Mark stands up. Danny Walker thankfully hasn’t returned from the toilets, probably still trying to get his stains out.
Karl catches my gaze and smiles back quizzically. He knows.
I must have an arrow pointing to my head with the word hussy.
I can’t be here when he reappears, I realise.
“Wait, Mark?” I call after him, and he turns. “Let’s go somewhere more fun.”
***
Two hours later, and I’m drunk. I don’t mean tipsy, giggling like a little girl drunk. I mean off your head, eyes-rolling-back-in-your-head intoxicated. For the past hour, I THINK I’ve been having a delightfully intelligent conversation with Mark. I’m not sure if he agrees.
I look at him through my drunken blur as he asks if I want to go back to his for a nightcap.
“why not?” I squint at him. What a slut I am. I can’t handle two penises in one night. I’ll just have a nightcap, then get a cab home.
My head is really spinning.