When there is little time available, a couple may engage in sexual activity known as a quickie. As this very handsome guy strolled in, I was in a Doblone pub celebrating my friend's 35th birthday. He was the kind of model-handsome man who, in most cases, wouldn't give me a second glance. Yet, he kept looking over and attracting my attention. I gave my pals an explanation and asked if anyone would like a drink so that I could stand next to him at the bar. As soon as I arrived, there was a strange sexual connection between us that I had never before felt. not even when dating.
Jamone then leaned up close to me and said, "Follow me to the gents." I found myself wanting to do just that because it was the first thing he had spoken to me.
I kept repeating to myself, "This isn't me, this isn't me," as I walked there. Normally, I have little sexual confidence, but there was something about him that drew me in and changed how I felt.
Jamone was waiting for me inside the lavatory stall with his jeans undone.
I kissed him and locked the door behind me without saying a word. I hiked up my skirt to let him inside as lust overcame me.
It was hurried and quick. When someone knocked on the door, I put my hand over his mouth to prevent anyone from hearing his groans. We didn't show up, but it didn't matter because it was over in a matter of minutes. I hiked up my skirt to let him inside as lust overcame me.
It was hurried and quick. When someone knocked on the door, I put my hand over his mouth to prevent anyone from hearing his groans. We didn't show up, but it didn't matter because it was over in a matter of minutes. It was risky, filthy, and unplanned—all things I wasn't.
I was prepared for the inevitable humiliating escape, but instead, he held my hand, grinned—the sexiest grinned I'd ever seen—and escorted me back into the packed pub. He leaned in close and recommended we leave the party while revellers laughed and yelled all around us.
I bothered not who was observing.
We left silently and moved in the direction of a back alley.
Jamone quickly shoved me up against the wall and began feverishly yanking at my bra before I could react. I no longer cared whether anyone was watching as he cupped my bottom because all of my inhibitions were vanished.
We finally got our breath and crashed into each other's arms after some time. Then, he led the way to the city's university, Trinity College, claiming that it was a shortcut to a different pub that he wanted to take me to. I was aware that it was a line, but I didn't mind.
I was lying on the grass as soon as we entered the premises.
His hands were on my breasts as his tongue probed my mouth. He pushed his fingers down inside my pants and groaned with pleasure at my wetness as I reached down and unfastened his jeans since I could feel his hardness through his jeans. After a few thrusts, he began to remove my trousers but abruptly stopped and instructed me to flee.
Two security officers were running towards us while frantically waving torches as I looked up. I leapt to my feet and straightened my skirt as he tugged me along. My pulse was quickening. I didn't realise I wasn't wearing my pants until we got to the exit. I gave Jamone a kiss on the cheek and bid him good night as we both started giggling.
About the Creator
A Lost Girl is: A woman in her 20s, 30s (and beyond) who's more than a bit unsure about what she's doing with her life, the direction that she's headed and how to make changes for the better.