lightly. She stood and opened it. The way he looked at her made all the unease worth it. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said.
She put her arms around him, and they kissed. It was confusing to her that twenty minutes ago he was kissing Bette, but she tried to keep her mind blank. She felt how hard he was through his pants, and she rubbed her pelvis against him. He cupped her ass, then slipped one finger inside her from behind. He worked it in and out, and she moaned a little, knowing she could come just standing there like that.
“Take these off,” he said.
After she pulled down her panties, her hand fumbled with his belt, and he helped her get his pants off. She took his cock into her hand, stroking it firmly and rubbing her thumb gently over the tip.
“Hold on,” he said, and took her blouse off the hook, spreading it out over the closed toilet seat. He eased her back so she sat on it, and he stood erect before her. She took his hard cock into her mouth, using her tongue and her lips the way he liked. He thrust gently, and she held his ass, pulling him to her. He wound his fingers through her hair.
And then the door to the bathroom opened. Someone entered the stall next to theirs.
Mallory pulled away from him and looked up. He shook his head and mouthed, “It’s okay.” But she couldn’t continue.
He pulled her to her feet.
“Turn around,” he whispered.
Alec bent her over, and she braced herself with her hands on the toilet seat. He ran his hands down her back, over her ass, and then started rubbing her clit while he moved one finger inside her. Mallory bit her lip so she wouldn’t moan.
The person in the next stall began to pee. Mallory wanted to stop, to just wait until she left, but Alec was already easing his hard cock inside her. He slid in and out slowly, the way that he knew always brought her to the brink of coming. Then he gave her one hard thrust and stayed inside her and she came instantly, and—to her horror—loudly. She had lost track of whether or not the person was still in the next stall. Would she tell someone who worked at the club what was going on in the bathroom? She had visions of the management calling the police, who would put them under arrest for lewd conduct, or indecent exposure . . . or both.
She could tell by the steady, hard rhythm of Alec’s thrusting that he was close to coming. Usually, she could climax at the end, too. He was the first lover she’d ever had who made her come again and again, easily two or three times when they had sex. But she was too distracted with thoughts about what the stranger in the bathroom might be hearing or doing.
Alec came, and Mallory felt relieved that they would soon be out of the bathroom.
They quickly pulled on their clothes, and when they stumbled out of the stall, Mallory was appalled to find a young woman standing in front of the mirror. The woman didn’t bother pretending to be applying makeup or combing her hair or doing anything but exactly what she was obviously doing: listening to Alec and Mallory.
“Have a good night,” Alec said calmly, while Mallory rushed out of sight.
“It’s off to a great start,” the girl said.
“Damn,” Alec said outside the bathroom. “I think she would have joined in.”
Mallory shook her head.
“I hope you’re joking,” she said as they left the club
“Why would I be joking?”
“That wasn’t enough for you?”
“Babe, it was amazing—and yes, you are enough for me. More than enough. But sometimes I’m just open to different, interesting things. I think you are, too. That’s what makes us a good match. Didn’t you like it when Bette kissed you?”
“Um, yeah. I mean, I think so.”
“Did you mind that she kissed me?”
“It was a little weird for me, Alec. I don’t like seeing you kissing someone else—to think that someone else is turning you on. That you think about having sex with someone else. That’s supposed to be between us.”
“Are you
She put her arms around him, and they kissed. It was confusing to her that twenty minutes ago he was kissing Bette, but she tried to keep her mind blank. She felt how hard he was through his pants, and she rubbed her pelvis against him. He cupped her ass, then slipped one finger inside her from behind. He worked it in and out, and she moaned a little, knowing she could come just standing there like that.
“Take these off,” he said.
After she pulled down her panties, her hand fumbled with his belt, and he helped her get his pants off. She took his cock into her hand, stroking it firmly and rubbing her thumb gently over the tip.
“Hold on,” he said, and took her blouse off the hook, spreading it out over the closed toilet seat. He eased her back so she sat on it, and he stood erect before her. She took his hard cock into her mouth, using her tongue and her lips the way he liked. He thrust gently, and she held his ass, pulling him to her. He wound his fingers through her hair.
And then the door to the bathroom opened. Someone entered the stall next to theirs.
Mallory pulled away from him and looked up. He shook his head and mouthed, “It’s okay.” But she couldn’t continue.
He pulled her to her feet.
“Turn around,” he whispered.
Alec bent her over, and she braced herself with her hands on the toilet seat. He ran his hands down her back, over her ass, and then started rubbing her clit while he moved one finger inside her. Mallory bit her lip so she wouldn’t moan.
The person in the next stall began to pee. Mallory wanted to stop, to just wait until she left, but Alec was already easing his hard cock inside her. He slid in and out slowly, the way that he knew always brought her to the brink of coming. Then he gave her one hard thrust and stayed inside her and she came instantly, and—to her horror—loudly. She had lost track of whether or not the person was still in the next stall. Would she tell someone who worked at the club what was going on in the bathroom? She had visions of the management calling the police, who would put them under arrest for lewd conduct, or indecent exposure . . . or both.
She could tell by the steady, hard rhythm of Alec’s thrusting that he was close to coming. Usually, she could climax at the end, too. He was the first lover she’d ever had who made her come again and again, easily two or three times when they had sex. But she was too distracted with thoughts about what the stranger in the bathroom might be hearing or doing.
Alec came, and Mallory felt relieved that they would soon be out of the bathroom.
They quickly pulled on their clothes, and when they stumbled out of the stall, Mallory was appalled to find a young woman standing in front of the mirror. The woman didn’t bother pretending to be applying makeup or combing her hair or doing anything but exactly what she was obviously doing: listening to Alec and Mallory.
“Have a good night,” Alec said calmly, while Mallory rushed out of sight.
“It’s off to a great start,” the girl said.
“Damn,” Alec said outside the bathroom. “I think she would have joined in.”
Mallory shook her head.
“I hope you’re joking,” she said as they left the club
“Why would I be joking?”
“That wasn’t enough for you?”
“Babe, it was amazing—and yes, you are enough for me. More than enough. But sometimes I’m just open to different, interesting things. I think you are, too. That’s what makes us a good match. Didn’t you like it when Bette kissed you?”
“Um, yeah. I mean, I think so.”
“Did you mind that she kissed me?”
“It was a little weird for me, Alec. I don’t like seeing you kissing someone else—to think that someone else is turning you on. That you think about having sex with someone else. That’s supposed to be between us.”
“Are you
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