This story takes place within the context of a consensual freeuse relationship.

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Wilde’s was a solid speakeasy. Pretentious and overpriced–like they all are–but definitely a fucking vibe. It was located in an old community playhouse, with the renovated theater serving as the bar. Big, lush, elliptical booths. Burgundy vinyl. A burnished oak bar. Low-lightning. It practically drips sex. So, it was the perfect spot for Olivia and I to hit up.

I would have preferred not to go on a double-date with her BFF Suzie and her latest Tinder-derived squeeze Paul or whoever, but I’m not gonna complain about seeing her perfect peach of an ass tucked into an extremely short and obscenely tight black dress. Of course, I kept it classy too: a slim, burgundy suit. No tie. White, floral-patterned shirt. Olivia always loved it when I threw on a suit.

We met Susan and Paul there, exchanged some pleasantries about the weather–fucking finally cooling down–while we waited to be seated.

“That’s one sexy booth,” Suzie was pleased that we snagged one of the large, deep ovals.

So it was drinks and conversation for a while. A little footsie with Olivia. A little handsy too. Fingers curling along her thigh, sliding up, hanging out, feeling her warmth. I gave it some time, let us get settled. But, finally, I slid my phone out and shot off a quick message, Go to the bathroom and wait. I’ll give it a minute and then follow.

Another sip of my $20 cocktail while she checked her phone. She concealed a small smile as she gently excused herself. Standing up, doing a little wiggle to straighten her dress, and then walking towards the bathroom with a more pronounced sway in her hips than normal.

We chatted a bit further until I found an opening to slip away. “Be back in a minute.”

Down the dark hallway, sconces covered in red lace. The soft tap of the herringbone floors beneath my wingtips.

Knock knock

It was a single, private restroom. Perfect. Olivia slowly opened the door, peering out to make sure it was me, “Shhhh, quick.”

I pushed inside. Closing the door, testing the deadbolt. My hand shot immediately to her chest–no bra, feeling for a nipple. My other hand slid around the back of her neck, craning her head upwards so I could kiss her. Soft, then hard. Tongue, then none. From chest to ass, sliding diagonally down and around her hip, grasping a fucking palmful, pulling her close to me, erection against her abdomen.

Fingers reaching down her backside, finding the hem of her dress, rolling it up, turning her around so I can see her pale cheeks in the mirror–neatly clasped between a black lace thong.

SMACK

“Oh god,” breathlessly against me, her voice a whisper, “be careful. Someone might hear.”

Grabbing her ass again. Harder this time. Fingers flexing, digging into her flesh. Reminding her that she’s fucking mine. I know what she’s been wondering. What was I going to do this time? When she saw that text she knew. Knew we’d be doing something. But what? Would I shove her to her knees and fuck her mouth? Pull her top down and thump my thick cock between her tits? Maybe I’d bend her over the sink and make her watch me in the mirror while I fucked her from behind.

No, no no. This was going to be a quickie and I had something perfect in mind.

I spun her around, held her hips against me, she caught my eyes in the mirror, “What are we do–?”

“I brought something fun for you.” I grabbed her purse, sitting on the countertop. Rifled around inside it. Pulled out her small bullet vibe. Her eyes wide.

“When did you put that in–?”

“While you were getting ready. Fully-charged and ready to make you whine.”

Flipped it on, pulsing in my hand. Almost to max. Throoooooooom.

Hiked her dress up to her stomach, pulled her thong down each hip with one hand. Pulled her hair back while I slid the vibrating bit of teal silicone between her thighs.

“Mmf,” there was that needy fucking moan. She pushed back against me, grinding against my erection while I pushed further. I pushed the toy deep between her legs, gathering some wetness from her pussy before retreating to focus on her clit.

“Fuck, you know how fucking quickly this makes me go.”

“I know.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back gently, forcing her to look into the mirror. “And you’re going to watch me use it on you. You’re going to watch yourself cum.”

She was breathing heavily, moving her hips to grind against the vibe, “A little lower–fuck, that’s the spot,”

I slid my other hand around her waist, between her legs, my index and middle finger slipping inside her soaking pussy. She had a hand on an exposed breast, gently rubbing her palm in circles on her pert, pink nipple. I could tell she was getting close.

“Are you going to cum for me? Hmm? Do you fucking need it?”

“Yes, please, sir. Please let me cum. I’m so fucking close.”

I squeezed the toy, switching to the highest setting.

THROOOOOOM

God, it was strong for a little thing. Threatened to vibrate out of my hand.

I leaned forward, kissed her neck. Bit it gently. “Cum for me. Cum right now like a good girl.”

“Mmmm, mmf, mmf–ah!” Her body shook. Legs shivering. I felt her pussy clench around my dripping fingers. She shoved her hands down, pushing the toy away from her sensitive clit. I flipped it off and held her for a bit. She had a few aftershocks. Once they slowed down I let her go so I could use the sink to rinse off the toy.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, smoothing her dress. “Fuck, now my panties are soaked.”

“That’ll be fun for you.” I grabbed her ass and gave her a kiss. “We better get back out there. They’re going to wonder why we’ve been gone so long.”

“Whew. Okay, lemme catch my breath.”

Back at the table, Suzie and Paul were lodged in an awkward conversation. Suzie brightened up when we sat down. But her expression quickly changed. She tilted her head to the side, inspecting Olivia. “You’re looking a little red, Liv. Are you okay?”

Olivia blushed even deeper, “Oh yes, yes. Just the vodka, you know? Goes right to my head.”

I smirked, shaking the melting ice in my glass, “It’s true. Sometimes it’s just a little too much for her to handle.”