Public Quickie: He Fucked Me in the Bar Bathroom

Getting My Pleasures in Public

There’s something about a public quickie that just sticks in your mind for days, even if you don’t remember what the guy’s voice sounded like or what song was playing in the background. I wasn’t even planning on going out that night. My bra was already off, hair in a claw clip, wine half poured, and then one of my girlfriends texted me about this bar she’d been wanting to try. Said it was chill, dark lighting, sexy vibe, good crowd. I said sure, threw on jeans, no panties, black tank top and a jacket, and went.

The bar was busy but not packed, just enough people to disappear into, which was honestly kind of what I wanted. I ordered my usual and leaned on the bar with a lazy kind of posture, one hip popped, slow sips between glances around the room. That’s when I noticed him. Honestly, he looked like one of the guys from that FetLife meetup I had a few weeks back.

My Public Quickie

He was already watching me. Had that rough jawline, thick arms, holding his drink like he wasn’t in a rush to do anything except maybe fuck someone stupid. He didn’t smile, not really, but there was this slow once-over like he was already imagining what I looked like bent over the sink. I bit my lip. He raised his glass. That was the start of our public quickie. We didn’t dance. Barely spoke. He leaned in after a few minutes, brushed his hand along my lower back, and said, “Follow me.” I did. No questions, no hesitation, not even a glance back at my friends.

The bathroom was tiny and gross and perfect. He locked the door, pressed me against it, and kissed me like he already owned me. His hands were everywhere for our public quickie. My tits, my ass, between my thighs. His fingers rubbed me through my jeans, then shoved them down far enough for him to feel how fucking soaked I was. “God, you’re already ready for it,” he said, and I swear I nearly came right then.

He Took Me Hard and Fast

He unzipped, pulled his cock out, and just slid inside me like we’d done this before. There was nothing slow about it. It was rough, fast, needy, one hand gripping my throat while the other held my hip in place so I couldn’t escape how deep he was fucking me. Clearly he wasn’t looking for the sweetest girlfriend experience, he wanted a wet and ready whore.

I moaned like I’d never been touched before. Couldn’t help it. The way he filled me in that cramped bathroom, the heat between our bodies, the dirty thrill of knowing we were ten feet from a room full of strangers—it was the best public quickie I’ve ever had. He bit my shoulder when he came. I felt it spill out of me while I caught my breath, legs shaking. We didn’t even exchange names. He tucked himself away, winked once, and left first. I followed after, slipped back into the bar like nothing happened, but yeah—I was definitely walking funny.

A good public quickie doesn’t need a name. Just a locked door, a tight grip, and someone who knows how to ruin you right.

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