Locked In The Bar Bathroom – Mel Afoa

When I get that feeling,

I want sexual healing,
Sexual..healing...

Licking my lips, swinging my hips,

I walk into the bar with a sultry smile.
Wearing little under a body-hugging blue laced dress,
Should've gone Commando.
Hair pulled to one side, the long waves loose,
Brown with a hint of sun-kiss blonde,
Eyes a similar shade, though a butter pecan-brown,
Legs going on for miles, smooth and tanned brown,
Covered in eight-inch 'Take Me Home' black heels,
The curves on my body perfectly placed,
Breasts full, hips thick, good-sized waist.
A touch of mascara, a hint of clear lip-gloss,
Is all that is needed.

I notice you as you stand there in the corner with your boys,

Head bumping to Marvin Gaye,
And I lick my lips as I conjure up a detailed vision,
Of your lips on mine,
Giving me that sexual healing.
Your sudden hip thrusts to the chorus get me weak all of a sudden,
The heat between my legs growing bolder,
The feeling of want increasing with every thrust you make.
You notice me watching, a wink comes my way,
So I smile, raise my wet pussy shot to you,
And swallow.
The move makes your dancing stop, eyes glued to my throat,
And within seconds, you leave them and walk my way.
I won't lie, I get slightly nervous.
The nerves rack my body as you move closer with each step,
And so I stand there breathing slowly,
Thinking about what the night will hold.

The first thing I notice as stand in front of me,

Is your height.
Tall, built and delicious are the words I'd use to describe you,
Mouth-watering, gorgeous, big are back-ups.
I'm a sucker for facial hair, so as I glance at yours,
The heat is on a new level.
My eyes tracing your flawless features,
Eyes a perfect shade of light brown, hair full of untamed curls,
Lips full, muscles in all places,
And a sleeve tattoo snaking along your right arm,
My biggest weakness.
“You're a tease”, you huskily whisper in my ear,
Even when Sexual Healing plays loudly in the background,
And without warning, you bite my earlobe softly,
And sparks immediately fly within, and below.
You lean towards me, softly kissing my neck,
And that's when I realize: the game has started.


Half an hour later, we're in the bar's disability toilets,
Exploring.
Pushed up against the wall, dress and thong long since abandoned,
One hand behind me, the other pulling your hair,
Your tongue licking my most sensitive spot,
Legs spread wide while you lean over me,
That possessive mouth of yours a killer.
I could literally feel you smirking when my moans unwillingly come out,
But I can't be bothered dealing with your ego,
When I'm in a state of ecstasy.
Blinded by passion, I can only feel,
Eyes closed as I ride cloud nine,
A few of your rough fingers going hard,
Entering in me, exploring my most delicate place,
Tongue playing chase and mouse with my clit,
Fire playing with fire.

Twenty minutes later, I find myself on my knees,
Sucking.
Both our clothes are long abandoned,
Door closed and key thrown away.
I watch with satisfaction as you throw you head back and groan,
Panting as you close your eyes while in a state of lust,
Loving the way I flick my tongue on the tip of your dick,
Teasing you with my slow licks,
Up and down, in and out.
You push my head to take you deeper and I do with no hesitation,
The sounds of my choking making you pant harder,
Your hips thrusting as you push your cock in and out of my mouth,
The slowest of slows, before you start pumping up the speed,
Pumping hard, pumping fast,
Face-fucking.

Ten minutes later, you're in me.
Your expert hands hold my body hostage, hands holding my legs,
Spreading them as far as can go,
Your cock pumping hard into my core,
It's thickness and length pushing all boundaries.
You're rough, but intimately sweet as well,
Running your hands on my body as you pump,
Fingers lingering over my hardened nipples,
Casually leaning down to kiss my swollen lips,
Laughing as you kiss away the moans and screams that come through them.
We're on the dirty bathroom floor,
Fucking.
Locked in a bar bathroom.