I'd never done anything like this before. I'd never thought about doing anything like this before. A man, who I had never seen in my life and I knew I would never see again had his head between my thighs in the bathroom of my local bar.

Someone could walk in at any moment and see what I was doing, but the excitement of that just made it all that bit better. I looked up at our reflections in the full body mirror opposite us, his hands were pushing my legs apart by my knees. He was kneeling down, his head under my skirt.

I looked up at myself wondering what the hell I was doing. But I was enjoying every moment, every tongue movement, every jolt of pleasure I was receiving, every noise that was coming from outside that could possibly mean someone could come in and catch us. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me 'turn around' he ordered. He was so mysterious, in the time I had known him he had probably spoken less than 10 words to me.





I slid myself off of the counter and bent over. Now I could see my reflection in the mirror above the sinks. He stood behind me, I could see the excitement on his face and I could also feel it pressed against me. He placed his hands on my hips, pushing me back against him. I looked up at his reflection in the mirror and stared directly into his eyes. Pleading with him. With that he slammed himself inside me. I could feel myself stretch around him, and could feel how deep he was getting with each thrust. I found myself gripping onto the taps for something to grasp onto, his hands were around my waist, and I could feel his right hand glide up my body and grip my hair. He pulled my head back and lifted my head up so that I was looking at myself in the reflection.

'mmmm, you're a dirty girl letting a stranger fuck you in a public bathroom, you deserve to watch as I have my way with with you'.





It was the most he had spoken to me in the briefness of our acquaintance but it was the most truthful thing he could have said. To this guy I was an easy slut, a girl he had noticed at a bar and a girl who willingly let him follow her into the bathroom to fuck her. But me? I had never done anything like this in my life, the only guy I had ever let near me was my ex boyfriend, and that was 3 years ago. And now, I was bent over a sink getting fucked by this sexy, unknown man in my local bar where everyone knew me. If anyone was to come in and catch us then the whole town would find out. However, in this moment I just could not care. All I could focus on was the sensations that he was making me feel. He was looking me in the eyes, I went to look down but he pulled harder on my hair, making sure that I was watching. Seeing myself. Watching him.





I could start to feel a feeling I had never felt before, it was an overwhelming sensation. I pushed myself back onto him with each thrust he gave. The sensation became stronger and I needed it to be released. He let go of my hair and slid his hand around my throat. I still kept eye contact with him, not once dropping my eyes from his. He squeezed his hand around my throat, lent down and whispered 'I wanna feel you cum all over me'. All at once he moved his hand over my mouth, lent back and started slamming into me as hard and fast as he could. The feeling that came over me was astonishing, I screamed out but the hand over my mouth managed to keep it quiet. I could feel myself tightening around him as he released himself inside me. WOW.





He pulled himself out of me an started to sort himself out. I pulled my skirt down but just lent there for a minute. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I wasn't sure if I was shocked at what I had done, or if I was shocked at the fact that I loved what I had just done. He pulled his wallet out and asked me 'how much?'

'I'm not... ermm £200?'

He thought I was a prostitute? I was about to correct him, but I knew I was never going to see him again, it's not like I would ever get into a relationship with this man, so why not get some money out of it?





'Fair enough'. He responded. He opened his wallet to retrieve the money, as he done this he bent down and picked up my underwear. 'On the condition that I get to keep these'.





He handed me the money, gave me a cheeky wink and left the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, I had mascara smudged down my face and my hair was a mess. I sorted myself out and went outside. I scanned around for him and he was no where to be seen. I expected as much. I didn't even know his name.



