Lila pushed open the door to the men's bathroom at the crowded club, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. The bass from the music outside thumped through the walls, but inside, it was quieter, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. She was 25, with short black hair framing her sharp features, a tight red dress clinging to her athletic body—small tits, firm ass, and legs that went on forever. She'd come here alone tonight, craving something reckless after a string of boring dates. Spotting the urinals empty and hearing no voices, she slipped in, locking her eyes on the stalls.
A guy was at the sink, washing his hands. He looked mid-30s, tall with broad shoulders, dark stubble, and a fitted black shirt that hinted at muscles underneath. His jeans hugged his thighs, and when he turned, his eyes locked on hers—surprised, then intrigued. 'Wrong door, sweetheart?' he said, a smirk pulling at his lips as he shook water from his hands.
Lila didn't back down. She sauntered closer, her heels clicking on the tile. 'Maybe I came to the right one,' she replied, her voice low and teasing. She leaned against the sink next to him, crossing her arms to push up her cleavage. 'You gonna kick me out, or...?'
He chuckled, drying his hands on his jeans, his gaze dropping to her legs, then back up. 'Depends. What're you looking for in here?' His tone was casual, but his eyes darkened with interest. He stepped closer, towering over her slightly, the scent of his cologne—woody and sharp—filling the space between them.
She bit her lip, feeling the heat build in her core. 'A little adventure. You game?' Her hand brushed his arm lightly, testing. He caught her wrist, not hard, but firm, pulling her hand to his chest. 'Bold. I like that. Name's Marcus.'
'Lila,' she whispered, her pulse racing as his thumb stroked her skin. The bathroom door swung open briefly—someone entered, pissed at a urinal, and left without glancing their way. The risk made her pussy throb. 'We shouldn't... but fuck it.'
Marcus grinned, releasing her wrist only to slide his hand to her waist. 'Door's not locked. Anyone could walk in.' He backed her against the sink, his body pressing close. She felt the bulge in his jeans against her thigh—already half-hard. 'That turn you on?'
'Yeah,' she admitted, her breath hitching. She reached down, palming his cock through the denim. It twitched under her touch, thickening. 'Feels like it turns you on too.'
He groaned softly, grinding into her hand. 'You've got no idea. Been watching girls like you on the dance floor all night.' His free hand cupped her tit, squeezing through the dress fabric. Her nipple hardened instantly. 'These look perfect. Let me see.'
Lila glanced at the door, then nodded. She tugged the straps of her dress down, exposing her bare tits—no bra tonight. They were perky, pink nipples erect in the cool air. Marcus wasted no time, bending to suck one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bud, teeth grazing lightly. She moaned, threading fingers through his hair. 'Fuck, that feels good. Harder.'
He obliged, biting down just enough to sting, then soothing with licks. His hand roamed lower, hiking her dress up to her hips. No panties either—her shaved pussy was bare, already slick. 'Wet already? Dirty girl.' His fingers parted her lips, sliding through the wetness to circle her clit.
Lila gasped, bucking against his hand. 'Been thinking about this all night. Touching myself in the booth.' She unzipped his jeans, fishing out his cock. It sprang free—thick, veined, about seven inches, the head flushed and leaking pre-cum. She stroked it slowly, thumb smearing the drop over the tip. 'Big. I want it.'
Marcus straightened, his mouth leaving her tit with a pop. 'Not yet. On your knees first.' He guided her down, the tile cold against her skin. She knelt eagerly, the dress bunching around her waist. His cock bobbed in front of her face, musky and inviting. 'Suck it. Show me how bad you want to get fucked.'
Lila licked her lips, then dragged her tongue along the underside from balls to tip. He hissed, hand fisting her hair. She opened wide, taking the head in, sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed, taking more inch by inch. Saliva coated his shaft, dripping down to his balls. 'Goddamn, that's good,' he muttered. 'Deeper. Choke on it.'
She relaxed her throat, pushing forward until her nose hit his pubes. Gagging slightly, eyes watering, but she held it, humming around him. The vibration made him thrust shallowly, fucking her mouth. 'Yeah, just like that. Sloppy little mouth.' Spit trailed from her lips, strings connecting when she pulled back for air.
The door creaked again—footsteps. A guy entered, heading to a stall. Marcus froze, but Lila didn't stop. She sucked louder, wet slurps echoing. The intruder paused, then laughed under his breath. 'Busy in here, huh?' He pissed and left, the door slamming.
Marcus pulled her up roughly. 'That was hot. But I need to fuck you now.' He spun her around, bending her over the sink. Her tits pressed against the cold porcelain, ass out. He kicked her legs wider, dress shoved up. 'Look at that pussy. Dripping for a stranger.' His fingers plunged in—two at once—curling to hit her G-spot.
Lila moaned, pushing back. 'Yes, finger me. Make me cum first.' He pumped fast, thumb on her clit. Her walls clenched, juices soaking his hand. 'Talk dirty,' she demanded. 'Tell me what you're gonna do.'
'Gonna ram this cock in your tight cunt,' he growled, adding a third finger, stretching her. 'Fuck you raw until you scream. Then maybe your ass if you're good.' The words sent her over—orgasm crashing, pussy spasming, squirting a little onto his palm.
'Fuck, yes!' she cried, legs shaking. He withdrew, slapping her ass hard—red mark blooming. Then his cockhead nudged her entrance, slick with her cum. 'Ready?'
'Begging for it,' she panted. He thrust in—all the way in one brutal push. Her pussy stretched around his girth, the burn delicious. 'Oh shit, so full!' She gripped the sink, watching their reflection—her tits bouncing, his hips snapping forward.
He gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly. Skin slapped skin, wet and loud. 'Take it, slut. This what you wanted? Stranger cock owning your hole?' Each word punctuated a deep thrust, his balls smacking her clit.
'Yes! Harder, Marcus. Fuck me like you own me.' She reached back, spreading her cheeks for him. He spanked her again, then slid a thumb over her asshole, pressing in slightly. 'Gonna cum again. Don't stop.'
The pace quickened, his grunts mixing with her moans. Sweat beaded on their skin, the mirror fogging. 'Your pussy's gripping me so tight. Milking my dick.' He pulled her hair, arching her back. She came hard, walls fluttering, crying out his name.
He didn't let up, fucking through her orgasm. 'Turn around. Want to see your face when I fill you.' He pulled out, cock glistening, and she spun, hopping onto the sink edge. Legs wrapped his waist as he reentered, slower now but deep. Face to face, she kissed him—tongues tangling, tasting herself on his lips.
'Cum inside me,' she whispered against his mouth. 'Breed this pussy.' His thrusts turned erratic, hips slamming. 'Fuck, Lila... here it comes.' He buried deep, cock pulsing, hot spurts flooding her. She clenched, drawing it out, her own climax building again from the sensation.
They stayed locked, panting, his forehead on hers. Cum leaked out around his softening cock as he pulled back. 'That was insane,' he said, kissing her neck.
Lila slid down, straightening her dress. 'Best quickie ever. Round two sometime?' She winked, slipping out the door before he could answer, the thrill buzzing through her veins.