Brad looked about the club wondering where in the hell they kept the loo in the club. Certainly if they had every
other
bodily function going-on or being seen-to around here; logic would dictate there should be a place where you could go to the toilet nearby,
or
at least that's what you'd think!
That was the nagging problem with all these oh so artsy type clubs because it was never obvious. You could find the bar; you could find three or four painted nude people standing perfectly still as performance art statues,
but you were often hard-pressed however to find out where you could go and take a blasted piss when it was urgent!
"Scuze me!" he shouted to Wendy the tall barmaid as she walked past, "Can you tell me where the loo is please?"
"I'm on break now luv," she said, "follow me." They met at the end of the bar and the pair walked past the dancefloor. It was smaller than the floors outside in the rest of the club. This made it more crowded as well, but Brad noticed even less clothing was being worn. In the corners around tables, clubbers were paired off and participating in all manner and forms of sexual hijinks.
The difference was no one seemed to be attempting to hide anything as opposed to the other side of the wall of secrecy;
nothing was covert.
This place however, didn't feel to him like the swing establishments he'd heard and read about. It was definitely all about the hookup and less about an organized setting for couples to come and party at. You came in and you danced. You stuck your cock in a hole and had it sucked, or stuck it in a wealthy lady on the dance-floor, or you shagged in a corner, or in the loo; you then moved on. Hummingbirds and butterflies probably executed more bloody foreplay.
The two now arrived at the restrooms. The Ladies and Gentlemen signs apparently were just suggestions (at least that was the case in the men's room). As Brad stepped through the doorway he'd noticed that Wendy had not peeled yet off and headed to the girls room, (to his surprise he noticed out of the corner of his eye she was just of the back of his shoulder). His attention was immediately diverted to the urinals where in front of him howls of laughter had erupted amongst the male pissers.
A woman had pulled up her dress and plopped her naked bum down on a urinal between two men; who could barely keep their piss streams going straight into their porcelain receptacles from all the drunken laughter. As the woman peed and emptied herself, she chatted with both the fellows and made drunken conversation; even allowing them to reach out and touch her bum. Definitely the boundaries in this establishment were more suggestions or "nice to know items!"
Brad found a free urinal and took care of his business. The lady who'd been at the urinal had left with both of the lads on her arms and she'd been joined outside the entrance by a girlfriend of hers who'd been two meek and timid to come in with her to use the boys facilities. Brad was thinking about the surreal craziness of it all; having shaken off the last drop or two and he was in the process of zipping up to leave, when an arm shot out from a stall doorway to his right and he was pulled in.
It was Wendy. She reached behind him and locked the door. She planted a kiss on his lips and smelled his breath and his neck and shoulders. Her nose got a whiff of his sweat mixed up with a bit of his cologne and Anika's perfume. It tickled her libido. She smiled and scolded him,
"You were a very naughty boy going wee over there in the wall pisser when you could have come in here and kept me company. Now you've made me wait! She dropped her jeans down to the tops of her boots and quite unceremoniously brought his trousers down as well; she knew what she wanted - made no bones about it.
Her ass plopped down on the toilet seat and she took a long hard steaming piss. As she did she immediately brought Brad's cock to a pair of lovely Nubian lips; sucking and throating him hard, like she'd skipped lunch and supper and was absolutely famished! Brad ran his hands through her long frizzy hair. She reminded him a bit of a cross between the old MTV hostess Downtown Julie Brown and the supermodel Iman.
The truth was struck absolutely gob smacked by her features. She had beautiful high cheekbones and full lips that hugged his cock nicely as she nursed and milked his prick back into stout saliva-coated hardness. She had the long slender limbs of a Lladró statuette and he guessed that the camera must absolutely love her! He wondered what somebody this attractive was doing mixing drinks and pulling pints in a place like this. She should be walking down a runway in Milan or Paris by the looks of things.
He chalked it up to that fact that her boss Anika liked beautiful and unusual people and she collected them to work in her club;
much in the same way that some women collected cats.
There was probably some interesting back story that had brought the gorgeous thirty something West Indian/Nubian goddess into this club to work as a barmaid;
he just didn't need to know right now at the moment!
He simply looked down into her hot knock 'em dead green eyes that simmered back up him as she continued to slurp him and allowed he allowed himself to enjoy the moment until she was done weeing.
Wendy ran out of wee soon enough and she squeezed out the last few golden steamy bladder squirts. Deciding her tank to be empty, she then reached behind and flushed while tugging at his cock; testing it now for rigidity,
and simply because she liked to wank a good stiff prick.
She now stood up and stepped out of one boot and pant leg. Spinning around, she brought that lovely long naked gazelle leg up and placed a pretty bare foot upon the toilet seat.
"Alright luv," she said, "I sucked on it while I emptied myself, now how about you putting your tongue to work down in back here?" She tugged her arse cheek apart and to the side with one hand; exposing a lovely steamy pussy and perky bottom-hole just waiting for a tongue's attentions. Brad wasted no time. He bent at the waist and his tongue found her pussy. He began to munch and nibble down there in the folds of her pink and purple lady-lotus; tasting and smelling the acrid notes pee (as she hadn't bothered to wipe and figured he'd be a gentleman take care of that little chore for her). It was only fair; after all -
she'd taken care of a drop or two of his when she sucked him!
He rooted around in her puss-hole like a dog who'd found something particularly exciting "hidden in the weeds," while she faced the back of the stall; making contented gasps yips and yelps. His tongue and lips found her rather largish clitoris; making her suck in her breath hard and she let out a desperate
UUNNnnnnn
UUUUuuunhhh!
that echoed throughout the men's room. A couple of men standing at the urinals laughed and applauded;
not that Brad nor Wendy gave one steaming shit now!
His tongue now swirled around her anus, rimming the cute rude little crater and Wendy sighed and with both hands pulled her bum cheeks apart give him better access. She jutted her lovely bum back and pushed herself upon the tongue; alternately biting her lip and giggling softly as the wicked tickles upon her little purple poo-crinkle lit up her brain with excitement. She frigged her clit and let him bum-munch for a minute or more until she was ready for his cock.
"Stick it in Brad," she sighed in a covert whisper, "I'm soooo ready!" He straightened up and brought the mushroom of his cock-head at the entrance to her puss-hole. He was already leaking pre-cum from the end of his knob and she was already damp with dewy anticipation. She pushed back against him and her sex-hole opened for what it was starving for; stiff rude cock. With no trouble at all he eased in up inside her as she let out a contented and excited whisper of OOOOooooohh Yeeaahhhhh!
They rutted and fucked for several minutes like that; Wendy with her pretty bare foot up on the toilet seat, and Brad inside her balls-deep. The sounds of toilets and urinals flushing all around them seemed to cheer them on; urging them to proceed with their toilet stall fuck and not giving a damn about anyone else in the room. Wendy's hand strummed and plucked at her cherry-sized clit beneath its hood and her sex juiced freely as she reveled in the lovely stretching she was getting. At some point late in the rutting, Brad reached up and under her black designer t-shirt to tweak and pinch at a pair of black-olive nipples. That was all Wendy needed.
AAAAARRRRAAAGGHH OOOOOHHHHH!
she screamed and her puss piddled a generous summer rain-splatter all over Brad's thrusting cock and balls before dripping on the commode and floor below! Her first quaking scream was followed by another just a few seconds after and she dropped her foot from the seat and plant it flat on the piddle soaked tiles of the floor for stability. Brad released her swollen nips and his hands gripped both her hips to fuck her hard and proper! His balls shuddered and blew. A split-second later he howled in happy triumph as his cock spunked thick clotted chunks of cum up into Wendy's warm wet-hole!
A loud applause and riotous chorus of cheers broke out on the other side of the stall door and Brad and Wendy giggled and snickered as they got their clothes back on. When they popped open the door they were greeted by happy smiling faces of both male and female "restroom goers" who looked upon them with a mix of appreciation and back-slapping kudos! The two bashfully returned the smiles to the crowd and looking down at their shoes, quickly exited the loo. Wendy then pulled Brad up for quick snog on the lips.
