While Prince Charming and I are out for drinks, I find myself getting more and more promiscuous. The conversation during our dinner date had been good and I’m enjoying the looks he’s giving me now. Clearly, he’s checking out the curves showing through my little black dress. Sizing me up and imagining lots of things in his head, I’m sure.
When he leads me into the bathrooms three drinks later, I can’t help but get excited. A guy who takes charge is exactly my type of vibe. As he pushes me against the wall, my head bumps into the towel dispenser. A clumsy moment that I choose to file away as “passionate”. The kiss that follows is cold though. Maybe an effect of the cooled white wine? That he didn’t seem to have swallowed fully… Is it normal for a tongue to be this wet?
Searching for a distraction, I decide to pull out my wildcard. I know how much guys like my blowjobs, and it would give me something nice to focus on. I switch positions, letting Wine Boy lean against the tiles, as I take charge. His hands falling to his side as he notices the downwards trajectory I’m taking. Eyes closing. Enjoying his lucky moment.
His dick is decent. Well groomed. Not cold, nor too sweaty, thank God. Not Daddy’s, though… Focus! Eager to occupy my mouth with something, I slip my lips over his cock and press my tongue firmly to his shaft. Bobbing down slowly, but eager. You don’t need that much technique as long as you’re really into it, for the average boy that is.
Sure enough, I soon feel him get harder. His moans just audible over the loud music on the other side of the door.
“Hmm, I really like that…” His hand brushes the back of my head, through my hair.
“Hmhm, me too,” I utter, trying to encourage his grasp, but soon feeling his fingers fall limp again.
Squatted on my heels, I remember my opportunity. Playing with someone else at least means I’m allowed to play with myself as well. My hand reaches down. Pushing up my dress, forcing my hand into my tights and past my knickers. Careful not to rip anything.
My pussy feels ready. My skin is soft and smooth. I let a finger slide in. The hours preceding, thinking about how I should be a good girl and keep my legs closed, made me all the more eager for something new. To feel something in me. I think of Daddy waking me up this morning. Watching him get dressed for work. Daddy’s cock, even when flaccid, bigger than what’s-his-name over here. I wince slightly, imagining Daddy pushing in. Sometimes gently, other times roughly. More than once with a couple of tears streaming down my face.
