She stroke my cock at a party, then I ficked her in the bathroom stalls

(First post here, and it’s a long one. Hope you like this confession, story! Feel free to tell me what you think. Chat is always open too)

I was going out with some friends a few years ago, going to a big party in our city with a group of 4-5 people. There was a girl from college living in another city that went with us, and she was all over me the whole evening. We had sex the week-end before, something that happened completely out of the blue and never happened before in the six-or-so years that we knew each other. It was just something inevitable, I guess, as she crashed at my place then. It was nice, but not special. Not at all actually. I assumed it would be, but it wasn’t. It was awkward too, from the moment it was over, because it changed something about our friendship. It was not that I regetted it, it was more that I didn’t really care about it. That’s maybe a bit rude to say now, but it really felt that way. I didn’t want it to not have happened, but also didn’t want it to happen again. Something like that. Anyway, the week later she’s in my town again, going out with me and some other friends. She’s all over me that night, and I’m not really into it. One of my best friends totally adores her, but she didn’t even notice that. We agreed that she could stay at my place again, because she had nowhere else to go and the last train to her town was too early in the evening to combine with a party like that. But it was clear we had different expectations about what “crashing at my place” ment, after what happened the week before.

We went to the big club party, where we met some other friends and friends-of-friends. After a really great time - my friend started flirting with her and she got more and more into that/him - we decided to move to another club as the big party was almost over (already morning hours, almost the first light of day coming through). The other club was way smaller, and for that time of night (day), still really packed. We found some space in a corner in the back of the club. We were crammed, but didn’t mind that at all. She was finally moving away from me and dancing more with my friend, so I literally had some space to breathe again. I was just enjoying myself standing at the back of the club, against the wall, looking at my dancing friends. A friend-of-a-friend came dancing in front of me, real close. I had seen her before sometime, but we didn’t really know each other apart from our names and that we had mutual friends. Suddenly, she moved closer to me, still having her back to me, dancing. I didn’t think much of it, she was clearly enjoying herself and was probably really in the moment, not minding me. I couldn’t be more wrong. Just as fast as she had appeared in front of me, I felt her hand on my crotch. She touched me, stroke my cock, from behind her back, still dancing and looking in front of her. I was flustered, of course, it surprised the heck out of me. But there was something really exciting about it too. She must have felt that, or maybe it was the fact that I didn’t move away from her immediately. She started stroking and massaging my cock through my pants. It started to get hard a little, and I felt her stroking me even more. I moved my arm in front of her and put my hand on her hips, pulled her a bit more towards me just slightly. Still dancing, still looking at the crowd in front of her as if nothing was going on, she slid her hand in my pants. Not just my pants, my underpants too. She had her hand on my dick, stroking and rubbing it until it got real hard. It didn’t take long for her to turn my cock into a massive boner like that, and when it was, she turned towards me and kissed me straight away. Her one arm around my neck, her other hand still in my pants, stroking me. We did that for a while. A long time, maybe an hour or two. Stroking and touching each other while we danced, made out, our hands all over each other without someone noticing. I grabbed her ass, played with her pierced nipples under her shirt, bit her neck, fingered her, … she had her hands all over my cock and ass, all while she danced in front of me, hidden in the back of the club. The crowd started to thin out, people left. So did my friend with the girl from last week. There were only a few people left in the bar when she told me to come with her. She took me to the restrooms of the bar, pushed me into one of the stalls and pulled down my pants. I locked the door, both excited and surprised by the almost aggressive way she was directing me to hold her hair up as she squatted down and started to suck my cock. She knew what she was doing, clearly. It was very sloppy, gulping sounds as she used every bit of her mouth to please me, her one hand on my ass while she used the other to either stroke my dick or play with my balls. I totally enjoyed it, the way she was so into it, the way she sucked it really hard. I started to moan and threw my head back in my neck, probably let go of her hair a bit. She suddenly stopped with everything she was doing, got up in front of me with her face wet from saliva and precum, grabbed my head and kissed me. “Take me” she said, as she pushed me out of the way, turned her back towards me and put her pants down. She put one leg on the toilet, bent over and slid her thong out of the way. She didn’t wait for me to do it myself, she reached back, grabbed my cock and put it inside her dripping wet pussy. “Aaahhhhhhmmm” she moaned so loud as I entered her, her hand on my ass pushing me deeper. I fucked her, standing behind her with both hands on her hips. I fucked her hard. Real hard. The sound of my thighs clapping against her cheeks filled the restrooms, her moans were louder than the music. My hands were all over her, just like before: grabbing her cheeks, her chest, her tits. Playing with her nipples. Pulling her up towards me by her hair and her throat. I pounded her, and she only wanted more, it seemed. She came before I did, fingering herself as I fucked her from behind. I slowed down when she came, but she told me not to. “Keep going”, she moaned. But I didn’t, I was the one directing her now: I pulled out, turned her over and pushed her on her knees. She immediately started sucking me again, eager to make me cum that way. I don’t know how long we were there, but after a while I noticed the music was quieter, the only sounds we heard were some voices from the bar, my heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of her sucking everything out of me. Suddenly a voice called us. “Manon, I know you’re in there!” It was the bartenders voice, walking into the restrooms. It scared the shit out of me, but she didn’t even stop jerking me. She slowed down a bit, looked at me and laughed, with her tongue around the tip of my cock. “I’m about to close, finish up!”, the bartender said, with a less scary tone now. “I’ll go for a smoke to give you some privacy, but when I get back I want you out of that stall.” He said. She winked at me with that devious smile on her face, stroking me gently from top to bottom. I didn’t believe what was going on, but it was thrilling. “And I’m not cleaning up anything of that, Manon!” The bartender shouted before he went outside. He didn’t need to. She sucked every last drop out of me as I came, moaning so hard and loud, then swallowed it. We went out, smoked a cigarette together with the bartender, who didn’t say anything else about it but clearly enjoyed the awkward look on my face. It was almost nine in the morning, we went to her place and spent more than a day in her bedroom…