Surviving on Your Own
Classy Stall
The bar is bummmmpppiinn tonight! Fuck yeah, I knew this was a good idea. I've finished my third margarita, and I feel fan-fucking-tastic! Did I tell you I really love tequila? This place has got a decent dance floor too. Bumping and grinding is really the only way I know how to dance. And it looks that way for everyone else too!
I'm currently dry humping a cute little blonde girl. She has an uh-mazing rack! Double D's, bring that shit over to me please, and thank you. Blondie grinds her cute little rump back onto my crotch and I grip her yummy hips to keep encouraging her. I let my hand travel down the length of her very short black miniskirt. Her tan thigh is nice and smooth. Pressing closer to me, Blondie bounces that butt on my covered boner. She's loving the attention. I think I'll give her more. No one can see in this dark dingy place anyways. And it's not like we're the only ones doing this.
I slide my right hand from her thigh to the inside. Blondie opens her legs for me. Oh honey, you know what I want, doncha? I work my fingers under her skirt, making contact with the soft fabric of her panties. Oh boy, she's warm and damp. Heh, slut. I work two fingers over her clothed clit while my left arm snakes around her, and I grab one of those big boobies. Blondie rolls her head back on my shoulder, and I feel more than hear her moan. Mmm, yes give me more to play with. My lips come down to nip and lick her now exposed neck. She's salty from sweat, but I don't mind. She slithers a hand between us and grabs my cock as much as she can through my tight black jeans.
She groans and I can feel it vibrate through her throat that I'm necking on. Ah yes, my lil slut, my huge dick has your name written all over it. Go on and play. And hey, I'm not kiddin' when I say it's huge. Just shy of nine freakin' inches! Does having a big dick lead to retardedly high libido? I think it does, at least for me.
Me and Blondie keep our little "dance" going for the rest of the song, until some beefed up freak yanks her away from me. Looks like she's gotta boyfriend. Bad Blondie, bad! But really, look who's talking, right? The dude punches me in the stomach and calls me a fag. Pppfftt, good one. And that punch was nothing. I've taken worse, much worse, courtesy of Heero Motherfuckin' Yuy.
I make my way back over to the bar, and down two shots of delicious tequila. There are eyes on me, I can feel it. Paranoia rears its nasty head as I look around cautiously. Well, well, well, another suitor? This ones actually one of the many bartenders of this fine establishment. Cute too. Pretty hazel eyes, full lips, and beautiful black hair. I wink at 'im. Bartender smiles, walks out from behind the bar, and with his head motions for me to follow him. Yes, sir!
I follow him into the dark men's room and into the last stall. My hearts racing, I haven't fooled around with a guy in way too long. No words are spoken between us, they aren't need now. This dudes tall, like 6'5. But hey I'm 5'10, got a few inches since the end of the war. I turn around and throw him "a look" over my shoulder. Yeah, he knows what I want.
He thankfully pulls a condom out from a pocket. This would have ended violently if he tried to bareback me. Not uh, no one does that. While he's tearing the wrapper with his teeth, I undo my pants and push them down mid-thigh. No underwear, thank you Heero for showing me the wonderful world of going commando. There's no way that guy wore anything under those spandex.
Bartender has his dick out and condom on. He spits on his hand and works a few digits into me. Thanks for the foreplay, but I really don't need it. It's a habit for me to finger fuck myself with three fingers as I jerk off. Which I shamelessly do everyday. Retardedly high libido, remember?
He replaces his fingers with his dick. Mmm, feels good. He's not that big though. Whatever, beggars can't be choosers. He has to bend at the knees to fuck me. Which he does so, with quick rough thrusts, just the way I like it. I grab hold of my braid as I lean on to the wall of the classy bathroom stall were in. I jerk myself off with my free hand. Uh, yes, I fuckin' needed this. Bartender is grunting in my ear, and I can tell this motherfucker is making this as quick as possible. And then, it's over and he's out. He came, I came on the wall, heh. He leaves the stall first while I'm still pulling my pants up. Time to head home. I hope Hilde isn't up.