Sexcapade — Club Comfort Room Scorcher

Posted by Saucy Sexy on September 17th, 2005 filed in Erotic Tales |

Without ceremony, he pushed me towards the cold tiles, my searing palms momentarily making me question what we were about to do, but his raging desire was infectious. So I pressed my palms eagerly against the wall to give me the leverage for the hot action that I knew was about to occur.

I felt him shove the ends of my short skirt into the waistband, pull my lace panties down my legs, press on my bare upper back to make me lean forward even more, and then I felt his familiar shaft rammed into me.

The wickedness of what we were currently doing, coupled with the exciting foreplay that we performed on the dance floor soon had both of us convulsing in the throes of orgasm.

Having released our pent up immediate sexual needs, we cleaned up hurriedly and rushed off towards the exit, not minding the slightly scandalized looks thrown at us by the women waiting in line.

Note: Parts of this story are true, but whether they were sexual in nature remains questionable, so its classification is—”Inspired by actual events and taken to imaginative heights.”

My girlfriend was waiting in line to use the girl’s comfort room in the dance club when she noted that the person in front of her was a male person. Nonplussed, she let it slide, but she was taken aback when the said male person went into the comfort room with the previous female occupant still inside, with her permission, my girlfriend assumed.

After a few minutes, both the male and female exited the comfort room at the same time. What transpired inside, we can only speculate, but the above supposition is one guess, not necessarily true, of course.

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