The ex-wife & I were at a party for a friend of ours,
who was opening a new craft shop.
Neither of us had particularly wanted to go but we’d agreed and wanted
to support our friend so we turned up.
It was boring.
Separated into different knots of people, we kept catching each others
eye, winking and smiling and blowing kisses and every now again, my ex would do
the little thing with her tongue, as if she wanted desperately to give me a
blowjob.
I was talking to a particularly boring idiot when she walked
by, ran her hand over my shoulder and said “Follow me.”
“Excuse me,” I said to the idiot, who was still mid-flow,
“but I have to go.”
My ex was a few paces in front and I watched her nice arse
and her slender legs and I wanted her, right there, right then. We walked up the stairs, me keeping my
distance and she went into the toilet.
I waited for the door to close and glanced around to make sure no-one
was looking. No-one was. I pushed the door open and there she stood,
hands on hips. She pressed her index
finger to my lips.
“No noise,” she said, “we don’t want anyone to hear.”
She grabbed the neck of my shirt and dragged me to the
furthest cubicle, then pushed me backwards into it, turned and locked the door.
Then she turned to face me and kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my
belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other. My belt came undone and she pulled my
trousers and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending
down. My cock was hard, jutting out like
a bayonet. She smiled up at me and, in
a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my
cock. Her tongue went to work, licking
and slurping and circling around the glans.
She began to move her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and
I grabbed the sides of the stall, biting my lip to stop myself from making a
noise. My cock grew harder, harder
still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it. She reached up and, with her fingernails,
stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.
I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my
head - no, too much! She raised her
eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.
“Really?” she whispered.
“It’s fucking erotic,” I said.
She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits,
pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her
bra. She had really sensitive nipples
and moaned lightly. Hooking her fingers
in the waist of her short shirt, she slid it down to her knees and, leaving one
hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stopped her pussy lips through the
gusset of her knickers. That made her
moan too. The fabric was damp.
She slid her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into
her pussy. She grabbed my shoulders
and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She kissed me again, harder than before and
wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.
After a few moments, she began to shudder and I knew that
was a sign. I broke the kiss and
attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she
came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.
When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her
left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy. We both moaned a little when I penetrated
her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position
for me to go as deep as possible. She
moved up gently, as if testing her movement and then impaled herself again.
I nodded at her, kissed her and she nodded back. She started to bounce up and down, sliding
her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks. I grabbed hers as well, helping with her
pumping movements. We quickly worked up
a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we
were getting close to the edge. Still holding
her arse, I managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.
“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp
bursts. She nodded, understanding
perfectly and she manoeuvred herself up so that my cock slid out of her. She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a
quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet
lid.
She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself
backwards onto my cock. She eased down,
taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out. She began to bounce on my again and I leaned
forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit. The whole thing - the faintly naughty air of
all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a shop
full of people below us - meant we were both close to the edge again and when
she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her,
thumbing her clit hard at the same time.
She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I
came just after she finished, pumping hard.
We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased
off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet
paper. When she’d wiped herself, she
shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.
“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.
“Certainly did.”
We got dressed quickly and left the toilet, her going
out twenty seconds before me and we re-joined the party. Our friend looked at us oddly as we walked
downstairs but, otherwise, I don’t think anybody even noticed. It was our own dirty little secret…
