#12 – In the bathroom at a bar

Luuuuuuuucy, you got some ‘splaining to dooooo!

Here’s a little story about how I crossed number 12 off of my slutty life list not too long ago…

There’s a bar down the road, not far from where I live, that’s pretty famous for its happy hours and Sunday afternoon dance parties. It’s basically a sports bar, but it overlooks the ocean when you’re on the top level which is just oh-so-romantic. It also overlooks the road where hippies and bums hang out. One time I saw an old homeless man attempting to dance while riding a skateboard in circles. I watched him fall off the skateboard probably 5 or 6 times. He scared the shit out of everyone around him because, I mean, he’s OLD and shouldn’t be riding a skateboard while hopped up on who knows what. I just laughed. Who doesn’t want to see an old guy loving life?

So we sat, the Addiction and I, overlooking the ocean and the sunset, drinking beers, laughing about some nonsense, and touching each other playfully. When we finished our pitcher of beer and our giant plate of wings, we stopped downstairs to use the restroom. We were both a little tipsy, and had had a brief session at his place before we went out for drinks, but it wasn’t enough. The bathrooms were arranged almost like really nice port-o-potties or something; the sinks were all in a row, and there were about 8 doors I think, 3 marked with an M, 3 marked with a W, and two marked with M/W. Ah yes. The M/W. That means we both go in at the same time, right?

Right.

We both saw the unisex bathrooms. We looked around. We looked at each other. We ran into the bathroom and slammed and locked the door shut.

Next thing I was giggling and he was holding his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. He pushed my back up against the sink and grabbed my face to kiss me. We kissed hard, his hands around my face, my neck, down my arms, my tits which were busting out of my bikini under my tank top (we were supposed to go to beach… needless to say we didn’t make it before it got dark).

He started undoing my pants, but I couldn’t wait. I undid them myself as he unbuckled his belt, his jeans falling to his feet. He lifted me up onto the sink, looked into my eyes, and started playing with my clit for a few seconds before thrusting his hard cock inside me.

I almost screamed.

Between the beer and the tongues and the hard kissing (and hard penis) and the scandal of my bare ass on the sink in a public restroom (ew), I was breathless. I mean he had to hold his fingers in my mouth to keep me from screaming. I mean he had one hand around my mouth and the other hand holding my hip, pulling me closer and harder into him. I mean I leaned back and put my legs over his shoulders and almost cracked my head open on the mirror behind me but I didn’t even care BECAUSE IT’S ALL ABOUT THE ANGLE PEOPLE and I mean it probably lasted no more than 3 minutes, but it was a RIDICULOUS 3 minutes in the M/W public bathroom.

And that’s the story. We walked out, hand in hand. One guy was out there washing his hands, and gave us a little smirk and head nod when he saw us. I was probably still giggling and red-faced from all the not breathing and pure bliss and everything else. I felt at least twice as drunk as when I went IN to the bathroom as when I came out. But isn’t that natural high one of the main reasons we even HAVE sex in the first place?

Listening to: Lykke Li – Get Some (it’s about exactly what it sounds like. listen to that shit, yo!)