There she was bent over, shocked how she got this way. Not having been with a different man in over twenty years and now a stranger's hands were on her hips; her skirt raised. It was only supposed to be a reunion, her high school reunion. She didn't expect to be here being fucked from behind in a bathroom stall. She tried to say no, she begged him off between kisses, but the electricity he emitted made her lose control.
The reunion was at the old high school. The hall to the bathroom was darker than the room she just exited. The music faded with every step she made trying to get away... or was she leading him on? Every third light was lit as she walked to where she remembered the girl's bathroom was. She heard her name called out. She looked over her shoulder and saw him rush to catch up.
Roxy liked being a tease and she thought she might have gone a little too far with this one. God damn, she couldn't even remember his name. She felt his bulge as they were dancing. Something she knew was wrong, especially with her husband somewhere around. She thought she would be proper by excusing herself to go to the bathroom, she didn't expect him to follow.
As he caught up, he pushed himself against her. His lips pressed against hers. She tried to say no, but his right hand was steadied alongside her neck, her hair locked in between his fingers and his lips pressed against hers. His other hand holding her around her lower back slightly above her ass. She knew she could overpower him and get away. One swift upward movement with her knee would make him collapse. But his strength, more so from his eyes did two things to her... and dare she admit to herself, she wanted it.
Her panties became wet, and not the granny panties she was going to wear. These were the ones she saved for special events. Those occasions where simply to feel sexy and in control was required, but now she was spiraling. She thought she'd have some drinks to make her receptive to her husband's advances especially after arguing in the car ride over.
She didn't think she would get hot and horny for someone she didn't see for over thirty years. The alcohol and the weed allowed her to reminisce about when she was wilder and freer. Let's face it, the truth is in those early years, her attention craving attitudes would have labeled her a slut, if others only knew.
But now, after her divorce papers still had to be signed her lust was taking over, but not for her husband. He had a good dick, and he had a great tongue, but that was it. He couldn't bring out that elicit nympho she once was. And now, this extraordinary man from her past with a few words in her ear and a few light touches had pierced the dam that held everything back.
That made her even more excited. And then she questioned her predicament... was it he who pushed her into the bathroom or was it she who pulled him wantonly inside? The bathroom interior was visually empty and exceptionally bright from the hall they just exited. Their lips locking and unlocking. Their hands finding no hold on each other's flesh as they roamed unfettered. The stalls could be hiding someone inside... did she care? Did she even want someone to stop her?
Her phone dinged, she ignored it. His hand was clasping up her thigh. His fingers creating an electronically induced field. He might be touching her upper leg, but in truth it was her wet pussy that was feeling it. Her panties were dropping to her ankles, but how was that possible? His hands, firmly placed against her body, were still making their way to massage her, the one hand still on her leg as his second hand wrapped through her hair while his mouth was placed against hers. His tongue forcing its way inside darting left and right as Roxy was wrestling with her desires that she wanted this. It was then, she realized, her panties were dropping because she was pulling them down.
The closest stall door was open only a few feet away. The remaining three had two doors ajar amid a third entrance entirely shut. She stood there frozen, her legs shaking. She knew if they entered, it would be over, her resolve would end. Her wedding vows would be shattered. Her past nature was ready to claim her with wanton feelings from the man who caught her eye across the reunion floor. His kisses constantly roused her slutty ways. The heat between the two multiplied as her phone dinged again. Two, maybe three steps and they were in, the door closed, and the tiny click of the lock was the only protection they had.
Protection... the thought suddenly shook her inner core. She had none... did he... did she care? When was the last time the inside of her pussy was coated? She wanted it. Besides, she didn't know if she could stop him. The thought of his warm member being inside her had her spread her legs as she felt her panties stationary around her ankles. She lifted her one leg shaking the skimpy fabric off. Her beautiful five-inch heels adding to her imposing height that kept most strangers at bay. His kisses suddenly stopped.
He turned her around, bent down grasping the panties holding on to her ankle. Roxy didn't know what to do. Her body was on autopilot and her breathing was erratic. As he was down picking up her panties; she stepped completely out of them, his face close to her ass. She hoped he might begin licking her there.
A memory flooded her as she remembered that some men kept underwear as trophies. She fucked more than her fair of trophy hunters, a thought that only made her drip. Her scent was strong in them, he'd be able to smell her for weeks. She could not believe she was this wet between the 15 feet they moved from outside the bathroom to inside the stall.
She could feel his breath, more so on her ass then her pussy, but it was her pussy that was crying in expectation. His breath was gone as soon as it came as he stood back up, panties in hand.
Her phone pinged again. This time it alerted her three times in a row... she wished whoever it was would just stop. She didn't want the time to acknowledge this could be a mistake. Roxy didn't fathom her mouth was agape with passion until her panties were being pushed into it.
His voice, his deviously delicious voice rung next to her one ear "We don't want you screaming now do we..."
Roxy was shocked that this simple submissive act of her wet panties being shoved in her mouth made her gush. She felt the beginning of an orgasm take hold and he didn't completely touch her. She almost felt ashamed. Her thoughts wondered what her marriage would be like if her husband was like this. If he took her indiscriminately which immediately changed to another what if, a thought that couldn't be completed as she heard a belt being taken off.
Every sound intensified. His breath labored penetratingly or was it hers and she only imagined it was him. Her heart pounded and she supposed he could hear it. The unexpected sound of the bathroom door opened, and a gaggle of woman broke the chaos going through her mind. She was relieved she had the gag in. Her mind cried out she should stop him, but her body refused to listen. They had to be quiet. She knew she couldn't make a sound. But would her companion betray her? Would he be silent as well?
Roxy thought they'd be caught. All they had to do was see two pairs of legs under the stall. It was so obvious. Their feet were facing the wrong way for starters. All these deliberations raced against each other until she heard the deafening roar of his zipper. Couldn't they hear that? And did he still plan on fucking her? Even with others in the room... and God help her... she wanted him too. She wanted him to fuck her while these women had the chance to catch them.
She felt him slowly inch inside her when the conversation between the woman became coherent. She realized; they were her friends.
"Did you see Roxy?" That sounded like Susan.
"Oh my god, I did" ...and that was Betty. Betty would understand this tryst. If Roxy was a slut back in the day, it was because Betty mentored her.
"And that guy she was looking at, who was that. If he was in our grade and looked that good in high school, I would have fucked him." That was Tina, the prude of the group. She wouldn't have fucked him.
"I swear I haven't seen her give anyone those fuck me eyes in years" Betty said.
"Tell me about it... she had the opportunity last week at my place when she was drinking" oh my god, I was so drunk at Susan's, her 19-year-old son was looking good.
