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Hiromi sits at the dimly lit bar table, nursing a glass of bourbon. The cloying scent of perfume and cigarette smoke hangs thick in the air of the modern club, while the pulsing beat of some generic pop song rattles the glassware. He hates these places, but Detective Kong insisted on meeting here to "celebrate closing the Nakamura case."
Shiu sits on the bar stool next to him, a tiny smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Looking a little tense, Higuruma. Loosen up, will you?" he takes a long pull from his cigarette, ashing in the overflowing ashtray afterwards. "I give you a tip. Try to get laid tonight."
The defense attorney just grunts in response. Not amused by the statement as it is childish coming from a man in his 40s.
But still, Hiromi weighs up if he should response to it. And he glances up from his glass as he senses movement near the bar where they sit. His gaze locks onto you instantly, roving appreciatively over your figure. He takes in the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the way your dress hugs all your curves. Not to mention the hair and make-up. Fuck, you look like a super model from the magazines his assistant loves to read secretly while working.
When his brown eyes meet yours directly, he feels a jolt of electricity course through him, making his finger tips prickle. Your smile, it's...hypnotizing. He can't look away, can't tear his gaze from your stunning face as you order yourself a drink. How those kissable, sensual lips move while talking...he wonders what they would feel like against his skin.
And then you wink at him.
Thick eyebrows rise slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he shies away.
Confident, bold. He likes that in a woman. Slowly, deliberately, he sets his glass down on the smooth surface on the bar but still holding on to it.
Shiu, ever attentive as it comes with his profession, caught wind of the situation and encourages Hiromi to make a move. They weren't big buddies and surely won't be in the future, but he worked enough with him to know that the attorney really could use a good fuck.
The Korean leans in closer, elbowing the man in the side and nodding towards you. "Go on, I dare you," he says with a grin, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Tell-tale sign of an invitation. Why don't you go over there and introduce yourself?"
Higuruma shoots him an irritated glare. "Shut up," he murmurs, downing the rest of his bourbon in one swift gulp. The liquid burns going down his throat, but he ignores it.
Despite his harsh words, he can't help but let his gaze drift back to you. Fuck, you're really stunning. He licks his lips unconsciously. No way he has a chance with you.
Shiu chuckles, blowing smoke in his colleagues face. "Come on, don't be a pussy. I know you want to." He nods towards you again, putting away your card and taking your cocktail, a wicked gleam in his eye. “If you don't do it, I'll take my shot.” A simple provocation.
His hand waves the smoke away. A muscle in his jaw ticks at the gesture and the last sentence, he knows mind games. They come with his profession as much as being detective. And he's kind of pissed that it's working wonders in his brain.
Fuck it, he thinks. He's going for it.
You look over again to the obviously tired and handsome man talking with his friend. And finally you see determination in his dark eyes. He's hooked!
Hiromi's heart pounds in his chest as he sees you wink again and wave him over. Shit, that wink...it's like a green light, a direct invitation for real. He can't resist, won't resist. Not with the way you're looking at him, the blatant desire in your eyes.
He rises from his seat, opening his suit jacket as he approaches you. You already turn the bar stool sideways. Each step brings him closer, until he's standing right in front of you, close enough to smell your perfume. It's intoxicating, sweet and floral with an underlying musk that makes his cock twitch in his slacks.
His gaze forces itself on your cleavage, the tops of your breasts practically spilling out of your dress. He wants to reach out and touch, to cup the soft mounds in his hands and thumb your nipples through the thin fabric. He bets they'd stiffen under his touch, pebbling into hard little peaks immediately.
But he resists - For now.
"Hi"
God damn, his voice barely came out and he mentally face palms, how embarrassing. He clears his throat and pushes out a more or less confident "Good evening."
You can't help but chuckle. He's so cute and doesn't even know it. And he for sure doesn't know what's coming.
"Hi yourself,” you greet him, “Ever had sex in a bathroom stall?" you then ask with the sweetest smile as you play with the rim of the high cocktail glass. Best ice breaker question ever asked.
Higuruma nearly chokes on his own spit. He's stunned, utterly taken aback by your boldness. Who is this goddess? Keep calm, Hiromi. Maybe she's fucking with you, it's nothing and not an invitation.
Nonetheless he can feel the redness coloring in his ears. "Can't say that I have," he murmurs, eyes glinting to the side and a finger scratching his temple.
Cutie Patootie.
You hum a melodic tone that's not audible over the bass from the music.
"Do you want to?"
Brown eyes widen at your bluntness. Such directness, such unbridled sexuality from a gorgeous stranger. It's thrilling and unnerving all at once. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. So, it's not nothing.
"I...I don't usually..." he starts to protest, but the words die on his lips as he takes in your stunning figure once more. The tantalizing glimpse of soft, smooth skin that's revealed... Fuck, he wants to touch, to taste, to feel you.
"Is that a yes or a no, mister?” you tease him and drink your cocktail as natural as one could.
Higuruma watches, transfixed, as your pink tongue flicks out to lick the glass straw. Skilled, it swirls around the end, before it retreats and you suck the sweet alcohol up in your mouth. Your throat slowly moves with each gulp. And it totally didn't make his cock twitch and strain against his slacks. Fuck, and those bedroom eyes, you're gracing him with... It's impossible to think straight.
"Yes," he hears himself say, the word tumbling from his lips before he can stop it. "Yes, I want to fuck you. Right here, right now." The confession is raw, wanton, and glazed with lust. He can't believe he just said it, but he doesn't take it back. He wants you too fucking much.
Your gaze wanders to the tent, that's forming in his expensive pants and you stand up. You press close to him where he still stands, and Hiromi inhales sharply. He can feel your full tits cushioned against his chest to adjust his boner, so it wouldn't catch attention, when you two will walk to the restrooms.... It's almost too much. He feels like a teenager again – having trouble controlling himself.
"Then let's go." you speak in his ear and take his hand to drag him to the staircase that leads upstairs to the VIP section. You smile at the security and he nods, even though the attorney shouldn't be allowed without wristband and all.
But he doesn't overthink it – not now at least.
Then he remembers something. And Higuruma looks back for Shiu but the detective is already busy talking to two girls, that are way too young for him. Hopefully, he doesn't do something inappropriate. On the other hand has he worked with him and knows he's not that kind of guy - hopefully.
You tug at his arm and he focuses again.
The stairs lead up to a less crowded floor with a few tables and server at a separate bar. A group of people cheer at you and involuntary at him. Your friends, he combines as you wave at them. Do you often take strangers to fuck here?
You smirk over your shoulder at the attorney and push the door open to the ladies room. It's not very busy at this time, since most youngsters come pretty late and the working clientele usually leaves now.
That's why only one stall is in use right now and you choose the last. The room has speakers with the same playlist from the dance floor, it's not very loud but enough to not get too obvious if you two make noise.
Hiromi follows you into the dark restroom, his heart pounding in his ears as you pull him into the last stall. The space is cramped, intimate, and the air is now thick with unfiltered anticipation. He can hardly believe this is happening, that he's about to fuck a stunning stranger in a public bathroom.
But damn, the way you're looking at him, the hunger in your eyes... It's intoxicating. Addictive. He's never wanted someone so badly in his life.
You pull him in by his tie and kiss him.
The man groans lowly into the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. Your mouth is soft and warm, tasting faintly of the sweet cocktail, you were drinking. He tongues along the seam of your lips, demanding entrance, and you grant it with a breathy gasp.
His hands come up to grip your hips, pulling your body flush against his as he deepens the kiss. Suddenly, he feels your delicate fingers working at his belt, the leather loosening and a button undone, and then the zipper of his slacks is being tugged down.
His cock strains rock hard against the confines of his boxers. The fabric is tented obscenely, a damp spot darkening the material, where the head of his dick leaks pre-cum. He needs to be free, needs to feel your hand on his bare flesh.
Breaking the kiss, he reaches down to shove his slacks and boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free, slapping against his abdomen and curving up towards his belly button. It's long and thick, the shaft pulsing with his need, the head an angry red and leaking steadily.
You wet your lips at the sight. Sadly, you can't suck him off. Yeah, even you had standards and not kneeling on the floor in a club restroom was one of them.
Anyways, you pull a condom out of your bra. Better safe than sorry! And you open it with practiced ease and roll it over his desperate dick.
Hiromi watches, utterly transfixed, as the smooth latex glides over his shaft, the tight fit creates a delicious pressure around his aching flesh.
Then you're hiking up your dress, the fabric riding up your plush thighs to pool around your waist. And fuck, the sight of your panties dropping to your knees... a threat of your juices connects your lips with the damp spot in the textile before breaking.
He's unaware, but he grinds his teeth. He can't resist reaching out to touch, to feel your slick heat. His fingers graze your pussy lips, stroking the dewy folds and feeling the wetness that coats them. You're fucking soaked, absolutely dripping with arousal. You're just as needy as him!
A low groan escapes his throat as he parts your pussy lips with his fingers, exposing your clit to the cool air of the bathroom. He rubs the sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb, feeling it swell and stiffen under his touch.
"You're so-" he is stopped by you finger pressing to his lips. Then you brought it back to yours, gesturing him to be silent. Brown eyes notice how you bite on the inside of your cheek to prevent from moaning out loud.
Shit, even the way you're trying to stay quiet is erotic. He wants to make you scream, to have the whole damn club hear you coming undone on his cock. But he really shouldn't. And for a brief moment he thinks of the consequences if you get caught. His reputation...
And after a moment he comes to a conclusion.
Fuck his reputation!
He grips your hips tight and he pulls you closer. His cock throbs against your vulva, the head nudging your clit with each ragged breath he takes.
Higuruma wanted to lift you up against the wall, but you stop him by pushing his member inside you while standing. A position he only experienced by watching porn. And it's now that he realized that your heels cause you to be at the right height for him – nearly eye level.
You hold onto his shoulders, not wanting to lose balance and end up sitting on the toilet, that would be awkward.
Hiromi's breath hitches as you slide on his cock, taking him in inside your tight, wet heat. Fuck, the way your pussy clenches and spasms around him, welcoming him in... It's like coming home.
"Mhmm," he grunts, his head falling back against the stall door. The sensation of being sheathed inside you is overwhelming, a tight, hot embrace that makes his cock throb and leak. He's certain you can feel it.
His hands roam over your body, skimming up your sides to cup your breasts. He kneads your tits through your dress, feeling the soft weight of them in his palms. His thumbs flick over your nipples, pinching the stiff peaks and earning a muffled whimper from you.
He wants to pound into you, to set a punishing rhythm that'll leave you breathless and dripping. But he holds back, letting you set the pace, watching your face twist in pleasure as you push your pelvis back and forth.
Slender fingers grab his neck, massaging it while the stalls next to you are being opened and closed. And you know that outside the restroom must be a line of people by now.
Hiromi's eyes widen as he's brought back to reality – to the situation he's in. The sound of people entering the bathroom, the rustle of clothing, peeing, the drunk cackling of girls... It should make him stop, make him pull out and zip up and flee.
But instead, a dark thrill courses through him. The danger, the taboo, the possibility of getting caught... It makes his dick pulse even harder inside you.
He grips your neck, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulls you in for a hungry kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, dueling with yours as he grinds his hips up against yours. You're so tight around him, so wet and hot...
His hands slide down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and spreading your cheeks. He positions you perfectly, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot inside you and every time he pulls back, the upside of his member drags deliciously under your clit.
It's the cause you bite his lip a bit too harsh, catching it between your teeth and breath hard through your nose as you get closer and closer to the edge.
Pupils blow even wider with heat at the sting of pain. A low growl rumbles in his chest as you bite down, holding the soft flesh between your teeth and sucking on it. His cock twitches in response, pre-cum leaking steadily into the condom.
Higuruma holds your hips harder, his short nails digging into your skin as he starts to move. His hips buck forward into you, meeting you stroke for stroke. The light sound of pubic bone hitting pubic bone fill the stall, mixing with the muffled voices outside and the bass thumping through the walls.
The attorney groans against your mouth, his tongue licking at the seam of your lips when you let go and wandering upwards your jaw. His other hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles over the swollen nub and part of his shaft. "I can't- fuck, I need to-" he whispers in your ear, smooching the shell of it.
It's obvious that he's so close, his balls tightening, cock swelling further inside you. He knows he's about to blow, knows he won't be able to hold out much longer.
His movements become more frantic, harder. He's fucking you now, his hips snapping into yours with a wet slap of flesh. The stall next to them opens again and he can hear someone urinating, the sound of water splashing...
It's too much. The danger, the risk, the way your pussy clenches around him... He's going to lose it.
Something in him shatters as he feels you clamp down on his cock like a vice. Your inner walls spasm and pulse around him, milking his shaft with each convulsive twitch.
And he whines when his own orgasm comes crashing over him like a tsunami. His cock pulses and throbs, emptying himself into the condom with pathetic noises – he will lay in bed and be ashamed of it later.
The heat of his release floods through the latex, and he can feel your pussy fluttering around him, still coming down from your own orgasm.
He buries his face in your neck, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath. His hands are shaking as he holds you close, keeping you impaled on his still-twitching cock.
Heels click outside the stall, toilets are flushing constantly, the rustle of someone washing their hands. Hiromi's heart is pounding, his skin slick with sweat. How the fuck did nobody notice?
With a schlick sound he pulls out, his latex-covered cock slipping free and glistening with your combined fluids. He quickly removes the condom and tosses it into the stall's trash can. In the same rush he adjusts his underwear and zips up his slacks.
Looking at you, still trembling and catching your breath, he feels a weird heat bloom in his chest. This stunning, sexy woman just came on his cock in a public bathroom. Is this this for real? In no timeline he could have imagined this to happen.
The stranger seems so in thought while you clean yourself up with some toilet paper. It really looks like he's buffering and you giggle at the invisible overlay in your head.
Your chuckle rips Hiromi out of his spiral, his gaze glued to the way you wipe between your thighs and lips, the toilet paper coming away damp. He can't help but feel a primal satisfaction at the sight, at knowing he made you this wet.
When you pull your panties back up and smooth your dress over your hips, he feels a pang of...something. Loneliness, maybe? Or the loss of that intense connection you just shared?
He shakes his head, trying to clear it. This was just a quick fuck in a bathroom. Nothing more.
But as you fix your hair and prepare to leave, he finds himself unable to look away from your face. The soft flush on your cheeks, the slight puffiness of your lips from his kisses and your mascara just slightly smudged... Fuck, being this sexy should be illegal.
He clears his throat while buttoning his jacket and tightening his tie. "Thanks," he says, his voice rough and he closes his eyes in regret.
What a pathetic thing to say. But he can't think of anything else to say. How the fuck do you follow up a toilet quickie?
He reaches for the stall door, ready to leave, but pauses. There must be at least one girl outside. Can he just go? Would they freak out?
You chuckle and press him softly to the side by his strong shoulder and open the locked door, then you catch his hand and drag him outside with you. Quickly and silent you leave the restroom.
Dark orbs immediately land on the line of women waiting outside. Some of them are giving him knowing looks, their expressions ranging from amused smirks to outright judgment. He can feel their eyes on him, on the way you're holding his hand, on the obvious flush on both your faces.
Fuck. His jaw clenches as he recalls the implications. He just fucked someone in the bathroom and they're all staring.
He looks down at your hand in his, at the way your fingers are intertwined with his. There's something possessive in the way you're holding on, something that makes his chest feel tight.
"Shit," he mutters, trying to pull his hand free, but you're not letting go. Instead, you're tugging him along, leading him past the judging stares and back towards the VIP floor, where he sees to the same girls Shiu talked to earlier, making out at the railing.
Fastly, he glances back at you, trying to gauge your expression. Are you embarrassed? Annoyed? What the fuck is going through your head right now?
He's about to say something, anything, when you suddenly stop and turn to face him. Your eyes are dark and intense, and there's a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
"Well," you say, voice playful as ever. "Not bad for your first quickie on the toilet."