Bad Girl

James had been propping up the bar all night, somewhat despondent at his lack of luck with the ladies. It wasn?t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face. ?Can girls even see that?? he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand. The barman wasn?t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway. He just shrugged and carried on topping up the fridges with bottles of beer. ?I mean, I?m not that fucking desperate. It?s only been like?? He began to count in his head. Four months? Five? ?Fuck,? he grumbled and took a large gulp of his Jack Daniels and Coke. As he placed the glass back on the bar, something nudged his elbow and almost sent the drink flying. ?Shit! Hey, watch what you?re?? She was gorgeous. Slim and petite with flowing blonde hair and a cheeky smile. ?Sorry about that,? she shouted over the music, ?some dick-head shoved me and I fell forward.? ?That?s alright,? he shouted back, leaning in a little closer, ?no harm done. My çankaya escort name?s James.? The girl plonked herself down on the stool next to him, her stone-washed, tight fitting jeans hugging her shapely thighs. She looked at him in a way that made his cock begin to swell, her perfect white teeth flirtatiously nibbling on her bottom lip. As James gave her the once over, he admired the tight top stretched over her fantastic looking c-cups. Her t-shirt said, 'Bad Girl', and her eyes said ?read the t-shirt?. ?What?s your name?? he asked, before downing the dregs of his drink. ?If you can guess it in three I?ll let you fuck me in the bathroom.? A fountain of warm whisky and Coke sprayed from his mouth, and in seemingly slow motion due to the strobe lighting from the DJ?s lighting rig, rained all over the bar. The look of utter contempt from the barman made him cringe. ?Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry,? he shouted over the bar. As he started to dab up the droplets of liquid with keçiören escort a napkin he took a guess. ?Lisa?? The girl picked up a straw, popped the end between her crimson red lips, and began to nibble on it as she shook her head. ?Danielle?? A second shake of her head. James failed to notice that he was now patting the sodden napkin on the hand of the annoyed barman who was also trying to clean the bar. ?Erm, Ashleigh?? Suddenly she grabbed the front of his top, pulled him in close and kissed him passionately. Her mouth was warm and sweet, her tongue eager to play. ?We have a winner,? she replied as she took him by the hand and dragged him off across the dance floor to the bathrooms. She pushed open the door to the girls' toilets, strode quickly into one of the empty stalls and sat down on the seat as he followed her in. James had barely finished locking the stall door before Ashleigh had his belt unbuckled and jeans unbuttoned. ?Fuck, you?re keen,? he whispered, etimesgut escort as she pulled the denim down to his ankles along with his black boxer shorts. The fact that he was already semi-hard seemed to amuse her as she slipped the delicious lips of her mischievous smile over the head of his cock. She?d been aching for a nice big dick all night, and now she had her hands on one. The warm, wet sensation of her tongue stroking around the glans of his head finished the job her thighs had started just moments before. He was now hard as a rock and rolling his hips into her fist. James tilted his head back and squinted as the burnt out florescent tube on the ceiling buzzed and flickered. The pressure was unbearable. The prolonged anticipation of a hard fucking had turned Ashleigh?s sexy black g-string into a warm, cum-soaked mess. As she squirmed from side to side on the toilet seat she could feel the slick, swollen lips of her tortured pussy slipping against each other in a mush of squishy arousal. Not sure how much longer she could wait before giving in to the urges that threatened her sanity, her hands found their way to the firm nipples straining at tight t-shirt. Erect, pink nubs of rigid flesh gave away to the incessant attention of her fingertips. ?Oh fuck,? she moaned hungrily around James?s stiff cock. She needed this more than she thought was possible.