Last night Brad and I went to see a community theater production of "West Side Story" at the local high school with friends. By the end of the third scene we couldn't take the bad singing and acting anymore, so we excused ourselves to go look for something to eat.
We sighed with relief as the sounds of the play were left behind. We wandered around the halls for a while, opening up lockers and snooping around. Suddenly Brad stopped in front of a bathroom. He pushed against the door and it slid open then looked at me with a devious grin.
"I think we need to make some messes," he said.
"Messes?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. Brad smiled as he took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
As he locked the door, I walked to the middle of the pale green tiled room. I stood there with my hands behind my back, waiting for him to finish.
Brad turned and took two long strides to where I stood and pulled me against him. His arms circled around my waist as his fingers intertwined with mine. Our lips met in a long, soft kiss as he backed us up until my ass was pressed against the counter. He kissed across my cheek to my ear.
"Hop up," Brad whispered into my ear. He moved slightly to give me room to get onto the counter.
I smiled as slipped onto the cool surface. My skirt slid up to reveal my stocking-less legs up to the mid-thigh.
