The bass was vibrating trough the bathroom stall wall into my back while he fucked me from behind and I could hear my favorite song playing on the other side and I was cumming and singing along at the same time and that’s the most unhinged thing I’ve ever done probaly.
I was out with my girls. Normal saturday night, short dress, heels I’d regret by 1am, way too many tequila shots. We were dancing and this guy kept appearing near me in the crowd, not creepy, just gravitational, like we kept ending up in the same pocket of the dance floor and every time we’d make eye contact and his smile was this lazy confident thing and he danced close and his body was warm and his hands found my hips eventually and I let them stay.
We danced for probaly an hour. The kind of dancing where you’re basically grinding and everyone pretends it’s dancing but his cock was hard against my ass trough his jeans and my dress was riding up and his breath was hot on my neck and I was soaking and the music was so loud I couldn’t think and that was the point.
He leaned into my ear and said “bathroom” and I looked at my friends and they were in their own world dancing with their own guys and I grabbed his hand and we pushed trough the crowd to the hallway with the bathrooms.
The single stall was open. He pulled me in and locked the door and it smelled like industrial cleaner and cheap hand soap and the bass was thumping trough the walls and he pushed me against the door and kissed me hard and his tongue was in my mouth and his hands were pulling my dress up to my waist.
He turned me around and I put my hands flat on the door and he yanked my thong down to my thighs and I heard his belt and his zipper and then the head of his cock was pressing against my pussy from behind, thick and hot, and he pushed in and I bit my own arm to keep from screaming because the stretch was insane and he was bigger than I expected and I was so wet he slid all the way in on the first stroke.
He fucked me against the bathroom door. Hard. Fast. His hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust, and the door was rattling in the frame and someone knocked once and he said “BUSY” without slowing down and I was laughing and moaning at the same time and the music was thumping and I could feel the bass in my chest and his cock in my stomach and I was losing my mind.
My favorite song came on. I could hear it trough the walls, muffled but recognizable, and he was hitting so deep my legs were shaking and I came right there bent over in a club bathroom, my cheek against the cold metal door, my pussy clenching around a stranger’s cock, and I groaned and he kept going and the song kept playing and I was still half singing along between moans.
He came inside me maybe a minute later with this low groan and his forehead between my shoulder blades and I felt him pulse and then he pulled out and his cum dripped down my inner thigh and he grabbed toilet paper and cleaned me up and I pulled my thong back up and shimmied my dress down and checked my hair in the smudged mirror.
We walked out separately. I went back to the dance floor and found my friends and started dancing like nothing happened and one of them looked at me and said “where were you” and I said “bathroom line” and she said “you look sweaty” and I said “it’s hot in here” and I was dancing with his cum in my underwear and my thighs still shaking and nobody knew.
I never saw him again. I don’t know his name. I don’t know what he looked like in proper lighting. I know what his cock felt like and the sound he made when he came and sometimes at the club I hear that same song and my body remembers before my brain does.