I saw your black stockings when I walked in, I think then I started to get a little hard. You wore sensible heels and a black dress. You were drinking a martini if I had to guess. This bar was a shit warmth.

With a name like noplace how could it not be? I sat down a few stools away, close enough to see your nail polish, but not close enough to see your earings. They sparkled anyway.

Your hands were delicate, they played with the stem of the glass.

I could barely see the clips on your stockings.

I avoided your eyes, because when I look at someone's eyes like yours I get mesmerized. I ordered a beer. What's her name, what's she doing here, meeting her husband? no ring. Does she uncross and cross her legs like that on purpose? her dress inching up her thighs. I see the dark band of sheer fabric at the top of her leg, and the barest hint of skin above. My thingy is getting harder.

Does she like to be toyed. Soft toys at the top of her stockings. I know they're black. Nibbles on the inside of her thighs? The bartender calls her Andy. That's definatly short for something that makes me hot. I wonder what she does for a living. I imagine her on a desk with her stocking covered legs in the air, her black thong pulled to the side and my mouth on her personal place, toying her softly. The edge of her dress messing my hair.

Stop Drink a beer quick and order another one. Andy seems oblivious and not touching her drink.I sneak a stare into her eyes. Without my glasses I see no color. Maybe they're brown. Ah yes, brown squeezed shut while I toy her cunt, up and down. She caught me looking and I turned away.

A smile. I finished beer number two and stood to find the bathroom.

There were two standups and one stall. The room was empty.

I was standing there doin my thing, and someone came in.

I heard the footfalls on the porcelain tile. Someone put their hands on my waist. Midstream I was interupted.

hands comming around my waist, female hands with bright nail polish. My length hanging there.

Her nails rustling my pubic hair, sharp pins touching my thingy, growing hard and harder.

her hand around me. I leaned my head back into her neck, I could smell her, sweet. "I saw you wanting me" rock hard and my slacks drooping down, she tugged my length.

I stood there. behind me I ran a hand up her thigh, over her stocking, over a clip, a finger under the strap, sliding up to her belt. Her panties underneath. And a dive inside to smooth skin, my palm on her mound and my middle finger at the top of her softness.

she pushed against my back and my hand went flat.

"You don't think it's that easy do you?" Is it? I say.

She forces me around and I look into her eyes, her hands on my shoulders. She pushes me down infront of her. I have to put my knees on floor. My bare knees on the dirty nasty floor. My face is at her crotch separated by fabric. She pulls her dress up gathered in both hands. I have my palms on her thighs. Sheer black infront of me. Sheer and see though. I can see her slit through her panties.

I breath a hot steamy breath onto her skin.

I pull to the side and toy her, toy her all over, avoiding her personal place.

I think, there's no lock on the door. My thingy is hard. Her private part is getting wet, slick, smooth, hot, skin, under my tongue She's looking down at me, I can feel her eyes boring through me. I touch her personal place with my tongue, I feel her shudder. She's wet and I put my thumb inside her, my other fingers cupping her soft place. I can feel her sensitive place with my middle finger, I tease her with it. Soft little moans escape her mouth. she lets go of her dress and her hand on my head pushing me into her. It's difficult to bereath. I creep as far as I can with my thumb. Her heels come off the floor as I push.

I think she's comming, no, I know she is after she tells me. "Don't stop" I can't even if I want because her hands are forcing my mouth onto her. I toy and suck and take tiny bites of her. She cries and moans and releases her grip on my head. I slide my thumb out of her and stand up. Staring at her I toy her off my thumb.

You're beautiful I say. "You're not finished" She turns around leans on the sink. I slide up her dress and grab her panties, I pull hard.

I can smell her sex, it fills the bathroom. I put my face down into her crack. musty I toy her sensitive place and touch her softness again.

It's soaked. I toy some more, just lightly all around her soft place. Just for a moment.

I look at her in the mirror, I can see her clearly, pink in the cheeks, flushed. I guide my length into her softness.

First push is all the way in, she's soo wet. I tease her sensitive place with my thumb. while I'm playing her I'm pushing my thumb down, I can feel the pressure on my length. I'm watching my thingy slide in and out of her.

She's saying nasty things. I get closer to comming just listening to her talk. Words like length and cunt, and soft place, whore and stranger, come in my soft place.

I'm so close to comming that I know even resting my thingy on her sensitive place, right on top of it, will make me come. I pull out of her softness and stroke my thingy a couple times. I'm looking at her soft place and push the very tip inside her, she gasps.

I stand stock still. I'm goin to come. I'm strocking my thingy and the very tip of it is inside her soft place. I'm comming. She knows this, she hears my breath.

More talk, fill my soft place with your hot come, come on, play me. I slide easily all the way up inside her soft place. I'm done and sweat is falling down my forehead.

Her head is resting on the edge of the sink.

I pull out as she makes a move to stand up.

She say's nothing, she turns to the stall, enters, and closes the door and locks it. I am lost