I stumbled to the bathroom, I had taken much more drinks than I usually did, and also needed some fresh air from the moist atmosphere of the dance floor as sweaty bodies grind against one another. I had spotted Eric in a corner with a few of his friends, and when our eyes locked and I waved, he quickly turned his head the other way. Mike remained at the bar, and had been joined by a few of his friends, and I had oftentimes met his gaze. A few of his friends had pointed in my direction, and I knew they had watched me dance as I groomed on other men. However, my oxygen level was low, and I needed a breather.
As I entered the bathroom, I instantly rushed to a toilet and pulled my thong. However, as I was about to exit the stall, a woman in the bathroom as well yelped, and I froze.
"You know this is the women's bathroom right?"
"Get out," said a manly voice, and I instantly knew whom it was.
I exited the stall with a bored glare on my face. "I had guessed that you were a girl," I laughed. My hands found the faucet and I quickly washed them. My eyes found the mirror, and I realized how oily my makeup became. However, another aspect from the mirror caught my attention, and it was Mike's large body straight behind mine. In all honestly, my entire body and muscles were screaming for me to flee the scene. However, his palms began caressing my waist, he soon reached my butt, and I was unable to resist the small moan from escaping my lips.
I turned around and faced him, and realized how close he was. He stared down at me with a long smile, and gently placed his palm on my neck. Until, he slowly began squeezing, but as soon as the air was about to be cut, he pressed his lips against mine, and the only supply of air that was given was his, and it was more than enough. My hands frantically roamed his body, and I teared open his buttoned shirt, revealing his toned stomach and pecs. However, I did not have enough time to stare, since a sudden ecstasy overflowed my body when his fingers found the perfect spot underneath my dress. I pulled myself into the sink, my head backwards as my moans echoed throughout the bathroom.
He grunted as well, his fingers aggressively finding my sensitive spots, and the drug caused my legs to shiver, but I wanted more.
"Faster," I breathed, and it was evident he listened, since soon my nails dug against his back and sliced open some skin. He grunted as well, and I was unsure whether it was from the pain, or from the boner that needed to be dealt with sticking from his dress pants.
After he unzipped his pants, his man parts dangled, and he soon began thrusting within me, his warm breath terribly heavy that it fogged the mirror. He pressed his palm against the mirror behind me, as he continued to thrust. His deep manly moans caused my heart to melt, and I opened my eyes, staring at the pleasure changing his features. When the ecstasy burst, and my entire body began trembling, he pulled his part from within my body, and the evidence of the pleasure sprayed all over my legs.
However, after he was finished, he zipped up his pants, and placed his distorted dress shirt back over his shoulders. He sent a finger through his hair and chuckled, leaning towards me and placing his lips once more against mine. His tongue aggressively fought with mine, and he pulled apart, bringing his lips beside my ear.
Then he whispered, "You put up such an act, that I didn't think you'd be this easy."
My heart froze, and I thought my breathing had stopped. He marched towards the bathroom exit as his words repeated within my head, unable to be digested. However, before he left, he turned back around and spat, "I win."