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"Alright," he finally said. "How does midday sound?"
Harri smiled. "Works for me."
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This Friday, Patricia had decided—beyond all rhyme and reason—that she wouldn’t be drinking that particular evening. Although unusual to the point of suspicion, it actually worked for Harri, as she didn’t want to get to the club too late and miss her appointment with the mysterious glory-hole stranger. This time, she decided, she would go by herself.
The prospect of going to a bar alone seemed daunting, so she drained a couple of wines for some Dutch courage before making her way there.
She had decided that she would get there an hour early, just in case, and get herself into the mood of the club before the real party started. Fortunately the queue was a little shorter at this earlier hour, yet Harri still remained nervous lest someone see her queuing by herself to enter Little Kitten.
Inside, the party was cranking. Playing it cool, Harri made her way through the crowd to the bar, and ordered two tequilas and another wine. She thought of Patricia as she downed the shots, giving her a mental toast, and then sat with her wine with her back to the bar, scanning the room for who this mystery dick might belong to. If the guy was proportional to his dick size, Harri figured the guy would be at least six-foot, somewhat tanned, and macho in style. That counted out almost everyone in the room, and her ***********ion of suspects was reduced to a chubby dreadlocked guy, a strange-looking skinny guy, and a tall biker guy in the corner. None of them seemed particularly attractive, but her gut told her that none of them were her guy.
But the night was still warming up, and over the next half hour she had begun to get into the groove of the club. Two more wines, three tequilas and a schnapps later, she was tapping her foot to the music and feeling much more relaxed. She began thinking of her task ahead. Would it be similar to last time? Was she being set up? What if she sees the guy and he’s ugly? Maybe he’d even come into the stall and want to fuck her. Would she want that? Was she going to get fucked in the Men’s bathroom tonight?
Harri knocked back her wine. She would have time for one more if she drank quickly, but maybe she would settle for another tequila shot and get in there early—just in case.
Taking her tequila, she sucked on a lime and dismounted her bar stool. Walking through the crowd, she realised she was drunker than she thought she was. She bumped into several people, eyeing everyone as she passed them. Was it him? Could it be that guy? Everyone was a potential suspect. She didn’t discount the possibility that even a small guy could have a big dick like that, and she smiled shyly at a handsome jacketed guy who looked to be straight.
Inside the Men’s, the music was thumping through the walls as per usual. There was a trans at the urinal, and only the cubicle closest the door was occupied. She teetered past them all, slipping into the final cubicle and locking the door behind her, then put down the toilet lid and took up her perch as she waited. She looked at her phone. Two minutes to midnight. She took a deep breath, recognising a hint of nervousness fluttering in her stomach, then smiled to herself and visualised what might come through the hole. With a gentle finger she traced the outline of the hole, feeling the tape that had been used to keep the portal edges smooth and comfortable, eyeing the three words she had become so familiar with.
Suck it up.
"Yes sir," she whispered to herself.
Just then, there came an elevated pulse of music as the bathroom door opened, with footsteps that led closer and closer, and eventually went into the cubicle next door. Harri’s heart began to pound as she heard the door lock, and soon after came the knock. Three double raps on the wall. It was him.
Harri tried to control her excitement as she knocked back, replicating the pattern. She listened intently, catching a flash of a pair of black pants with the G of a Gucci belt. Then there came the sound of a zipper, and seconds later the very sight Harri had been waiting to see all week.
Just as glorious as last Friday, the dick was big, thick, and tanned. It looked so invitingly soft to the touch, and this time Harri didn’t hesitate in taking it in both her hands. Easing herself down onto her knees, she looked up lovingly at the majestic specimen. She rubbed its flesh against her cheek, breathing it in, and began kissing it all over. This time, she began with the balls. Taking them gently into her mouth, she suckled on them for a good few minutes, then licked up the length of the shaft until she got to the tip. She let out a quiet moan at the sight of it, then closed her eyes and slid it into her mouth. The taste was now her favourite, and she gulped at it slowly, savouring every moment. She loved the feeling of the dick hardening in her mouth, and spent long moments exploring the shape and textures. The smooth bulb, the long and thick shaft, the veins… It was just as perfect as she remembered, and she had even tried doing a little twist technique she had seen on the Internet, rotating it as she jerked it into her mouth. She could hear some faint groans from the other side of the wall, and smiled at the thought that she was pleasing his mystery man. She wondered if she should open the door and go around to meet him. Maybe she could look up into his eyes as she sucked his dick, or even let the guy fuck her against the wall…
Imagining several scenes in her head, she worked at the big dick feverishly, salivating all over the big meaty rod and sucking it deep into the back of her throat. She could take it deeper this time, and it seemed her new techniques had not gone unnoticed. In less than ten minutes she heard the groans building to a crescendo, and prepared herself for the payload. Coming to a climax, the guy pulled the dick slightly away from the hole and thrust it back through, fucking deep into Harri’s mouth with a desire that was truly palpable. Harri tightened her lips around the thick cock, increasing her suction and grinding her tongue hard against the pleasure spots. Her grip tightened, her jerking quickened, and within moments came an unleash of guttural moans with a huge load of hot cum squirting into the back of her throat. Harri moaned herself, milking it firmly as she gulped down load after load. The orgasm again lasted a long time. The cum kept coming and Harri kept on swallowing. When it was done, she fell back against the wall with a breathless giggle. The glistening dick wobbled there for a moment, a small strand of cummy saliva dangling from the drooping tip. Harri watched it, letting the image sink into her memory.
Soon enough, the member disappeared through the hole and a phone appeared in its place, this time displaying the contact form for where Harri was surely meant to put her number. Elated that these encounters would continue, and maybe even escalate, Harri grabbed the phone and typed in her digits, writing her name in as ‘Friendly neighbour’. She then passed the phone back through the hole, sat on the toilet lid, and played with herself until her new favourite stranger had left the room.
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