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back we went, but we still passed people lingering and talking while others leaned in close to each other and made out like horny teenagers. I wondered if that was what I had looked like out on the dance floor. If so, I didn’t care.
    Walking down the hall, his long, calloused fingers wrapped around mine. My pussy still throbbed remembering those hands moving along my thighs, with my dress rubbing against my breasts.
    All these things coincided with this sexual power that pushed me to ignore my fears and take a chance. So there I was, following a stranger down a dark hallway. A stranger who had just gotten me off surrounded by a hundred other people. A stranger named Jack. He stopped outside a door and I looked up to see a sign indicating the men’s restroom. After poking his head in, he looked back at me. “It’s empty.” As soon as we stepped in he checked under the stalls while I leaned against the door. The bathroom was nicer than I expected it to be, reminding me more of what I’d expect to see in a women’s restroom. The stalls lined the right wall and a row of sinks lined the left. Straight ahead sat a victorian-looking maroon couch.
    “More privacy back here. Not as busy,” he said as he began walking toward me after checking the last stall. It was more like stalking toward me.
    I looked up at him and took a deep, unsteady breath. His eyes were full of want and hesitance. He wanted more than what we just had, but he also wanted to make sure I wanted it also.
    I wanted him to take it.
    I wanted him to take me .
    I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, challenging him with my eyes to come and get me.
    As he approached I took the opportunity to look him up and down for the first time. He was tall, over six feet, muscular and lean. He wore navy slacks with a white, fitted t-shirt and a brown leather bomber jacket. When my eyes reached his face again I could see that his eyes were a bright blue. Not light, like aqua, or dark like navy, but bright, like they lit up and became this brilliant blue.
    He had a smirk I was becoming accustomed to, and his nostrils flared as if he too was preparing himself. He removed his jacket as he reached me and threw it aside, leaning into my space and placing both hands on the door at either side of my head.
    As soon as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the base of my neck, our movements were no longer slow. We exploded into action, my hips pushing forward to make contact with him, my impatient hands stroking his torso. Our movements were fueled by the passion we shared; lips crushing, bodies colliding.
    His lips dragged up my neck and began to ravage my mouth. His hands moved from the door to my neck and into my hair while he drove his tongue into my mouth. God, this was the best kiss I’d ever had. He moved his tongue like a promise of things to come. I didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t care. It was a moment, my moment , and I was taking it.
    His hands ran down my body, caressing my breasts on their descent. And not a little side boob, but a full brush against the front. I jerked and moaned when his fingers dragged right across my nipples. Once his hands had reached my waist he groaned and lifted me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist as my skirt scrunched up to accommodate my spread legs.
    My fingers burrowed deep into his hair. His hands moved to my ass and squeezed my cheeks, causing me to push myself forward and rub against him. We both moaned while he turned around and walked us to the open counter by the sinks where he sat me on the edge.
    Our lips finally broke apart for air. Our gasps were the only sound we made and his eyes were glazed over with lust and hunger-I knew it echoed my own. Still making eye contact, he brought his hands up to rub my breasts, taking time to circle my nipples with his thumbs.
    “Oh God,” I whimpered as my head fell back on my shoulders.
    His lips pressed directly to my ear while his hands moved from my chest