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“Have you ever fooled around in a bar restroom?” I asked my friend.

“I never have…” she replied. This time the look was one part surprise and one part “I love this idea!”

I told her to wait just outside as I checked inside. When I opened the door and waved her in, we quickly made our way to the handicap stall. There, I set up my phone to record video for her hubby, then turned to face her. I took her hands and ran them over my chest before turning her to face the wall. Her hands were taken in my mine and I placed them on the wall in front of her, and over her head, and I slid my hand down her arms, over her hips, down her thighs, then to the inside of her thighs.

I slowly began to work my way up her thighs, lifting her skirt up over her ass in full view of the camera for her husband. Then I stepped in behind her, pulled her hair to one side, and kissed the back of her neck as I pressed my bulge against her ass.

I’ll be honest, I wanted to fuck her right there. I knew we’d built up the stripping fantasy enough that she wanted that experience as much as I did, so I couldn’t ruin the big reveal that was planned later. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t tease the holy fuck out out her in this stall for the next 5min. And that’s what I did.

With her still facing the wall I guided her hands behind her back and over my bulge again. I then leaned over to kiss her ass cheek and slid my hand up her thigh and over her panty covered pussy.

“I think it’s time for us to really go up to the room now…” I said.

She couldn’t even form words. She just smiled and nodded.

I checked to see if anyone was walking towards the restroom and called for her to follow me when the coast was clear. We passed the bar with the woman still seated by herself as we scurried to the elevator. Once inside there was a quick make out session before the door opened at my floor.

We made our way down the hallway like teenagers, and I asked her to wait a moment in the hallway as I went inside the room. When I opened the door to welcome her in a moment later, the lighting was set, the music was on, and the chair was ready for her. She smiled a big smile as I took her by the hand and guided her to the chair and motioned for her to sit.

I’d warned her in our conversations leading up to the night that my strip show would be a little lacking in theatrics and dancing, and that I hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Are you kidding? The fact that you would do this for me is so fucking hot. I’m going to be crawling out of my skin with excitement!” She would say.

And in this moment, with me standing in front of her, I could tell she was. I locked eyes with her, and slowly walked towards her chair. I bent to nuzzle her neck and she sighed her appreciation. Then I stood and took her hands, placing them on my chest and slowly tracing them down my stomach and over my hips. I could feel the pull of her hands as she assumed I’d guide her hands to my bulge, but she wasn’t aware of the prolonged teasing she was about to receive.

Again I bend at the waist, wrapped my hands in the hair on the back of her head, and slowly but firmly pulled her head back. I leaned in, my lips brushing hers, but not kissing her yet.

As I stood back up I could see the lust in her eyes. I knelt on the floor and placed my hands on her knees, spreading her legs as she sat in her skirt. I raised one of her feet, and kissed up her calf, then to the inside of her thigh. She muttered a quiet, low “fuuuuuuck” as I teased her.

Then I placed her foot down and stood before her again. Taking her hands once more, I guided them to the button of my shirt. She quickly understood she began unbuttoning my shirt until I pulled the shirt off my shoulders, wrapped it around the back of her head, and pulled her head in to meet my stomach. She licked my stomach gently, and began to run her hands up my thighs, but I stopped her and placed them back down on the arm rest. I was the one in control.

Next, I turned my back to her and ran my own hands over my ass before turning my head and jokingly asking “will you follow the rules this time?” She smiled and nodded, and I took her hands and ran them over my ass. I sat back on her lap, wrapped her hands around me and guided her hands over my chest and stomach again.

She was almost vibrating in her chair. I stood again, turned to face her, looked her in the eyes and ran my hand down my chest to my belt. I played with it for a moment, letting her know what was coming next, but making her wait. Then undid the clasp on the belt and pulled it through the loops slowly. I wrapped the belt around her neck and pulled her in close to me again, this time her hands staying on the arm rests of the chair but her tongue licking my stomach. I took her head in my hands, leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Feeling our tongues dance together for a moment, I stood again and guided her hands to the button on my jeans. She smiled a wide smile and quickly undid it, and slid the zipper open. I circled my hips in the best dance move I could muster as we both lowered my jeans to the floor and I stepped out.

All was left standing in was my thin purple cotton boxer briefs, with the thick bulge prominently featured directly in front of her face. I flexed the muscles on my cock, causing it to pulse in the shorts, and she smiled.

It was then time to end some of the teasing, so I ran her hands up and down my chest a few times, each time getting closer to the bulge I know she was dying to take in her hands. Then finally I slowed the pace as my hands traced hers down my stomach, made eye contact as if to ask “and you ready”, and then over the thick bulge before releasing her hands and letting her explore.

She ran her hands all over my body, so I turned around again so she could grip my ass cheeks. Then I sat back on her lap and her arms instinctively wrapped around me. Without her being able to see, I took one of her hands and ran it down my stomach, but lifted the waistband of my shorts with the other hand. She let out a purr when her fingers hit the base of my cock, but I stood again before she could try to grab it.

I put out my hands as if to help her stand, which she did, then gave her a little kiss. As I’m sure she was wondering what was coming next, I spun her around, and firmly bent her over the chair with her feet on the floor. She let out a surprised squeal that seemed to say “that’s fucking hot!” As she steadied herself on the chair, I lifted her skirt up over her ass and gave it a smack. Then I wrapped my hand into her hair and pulled it back as I ground my bulge against her pussy.

Part three coming soon