After a long bout of abstinence stemming from my divorce, I was ready to venture out into the world of dating. Having two teenage children, it wasn’t a means of hiding it but doing it productively so that they wouldn’t think any less of me.

Yes they are my children and I’m sure they think the world of me, but still I’m a woman first, and I wanted my dating life to be private. It was only when I was ready to bring someone home that the children can get to know that mattered, other than that, I just wanted somebody or some-bodies that I can flirt around with and maybe more.

Out with a friend one day, who’s been single for as long as I have but loving her type of lifestyle, I noticed she seemed to be a pro at getting a guy’s attention. From conversation to buying her drinks, it seemed rather simple, or at least one would think. I’m not sure if it was my lack of self confidence but every guy I would talk to would basically turn the other way after a few words of conversation.

I seriously was not prepared to go off on a whim and disclose personal information about my life or my divorce, until one day out with my friend, I did something outside of anything I would imagine.

It was ladies night out at this particular bar, like most bars. One man approached us and we were engaged in some pleasant conversation. About a hour into the conversation, I had to excuse myself to the ladies room.

While in there I was thinking to myself, it would be nice to take this guy home at least for a night of passion, without my children hearing anything. How can I approach this man and not seem whorish for just wanting to sleep with him.

Deep into my thoughts I heard someone come in, pause and then a knocking on my stall door. He called my name and I think my heart skipped a beat, not because he called my name but that he had the “balls” to come into the ladies room. I didn’t say a word. I just opened the stall door and he came in, grabbed my face (gently ladies) and then he pressed his lips against mine. I didn’t think about it, I just acted on what was happening in that moment. How much was I craving for such passion, well yes, I did think to myself, how glad I was I wore this comfortable, easy accessible dress.

I felt the burning sensation in my between my legs. I never felt myself get so wet so fast. He kept riding his dick on me, as I felt it through his pants get harder and harder.

I raised my foot on the toilet seat so he can stick his hand right in my pussy and he did. He made a small moaning noise when he felt how wet I was. His hands seemed so large as he investigated my pussy, sticking one and then three fingers in, feeling the tightness in my pussy, only made me want to rip off his pants and have him stick his cock in me. The more he stuck his fingers inside of me the more his dick was harder against me. We were in a public bathroom, I didn’t see the need to waste time or play romance. I wanted to feel his rock hard dick inside my wet pussy. It was dripping I can tell because my thighs were now wet with my juices. I reached for the zipper and undid his pants. As they fell down his legs, I took his cock. He’s now leaning on me, kissing me, kissing my neck, my one foot still resting on the toilet seat and there, he stuck his dick into my tight, wet pussy.

Wow it felt so good, how long it had been since I felt such thick cock filling me up. He rose up and down, I’m feeling his grove and I’m following along. His cock getting harder and harder, I felt I was going to lose my balance.

I found myself sitting on his cock as we both motioned, feeling each other, enjoying the grove, as his cock was fitting comfortably in my pussy.

And then, out of my own control, I started to cum and as I was, his cock started riding me faster and faster, as it was as if knew I was going to cum. I felt his hand go over my mouth, I wanted to scream, as the waves of my orgasm was filling me up and he’s looking at me, that sex look men have as they are about to come, the only time I can tell when a man can only surrender to the one thing he doesn’t have control over is that orgasm.

It was as if his eyes had changed, going into some kind of heaven. I felt an explosion in my pussy. Was it me, was it him? I couldn’t tell anymore. His dick was a fixture inside my tight pussy.

And then it slowed down, heavy breathing ensued. As his dick started to shrink, there was an exhilarating feeling shooting all over my body.

This was so good.

He cleaned himself up, looking a bit embarrassed as I lifted my foot off the toilet seat and then he left.

I sat there and peed, thinking how good that felt, Impromptu Sex.

I should do this more often.

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