Should Have

I should have made a move that first night. The night we met when you couldn't take your eyes off me. When you kept coming up with excuses to take more photos of me and when you asked me whether ribbed condoms really made a difference for her pleasure. "I'm very attracted to you," you'd blurted out, and I giggled and thanked you, but if I'd known that was the closest you'd get that night to asking me to come home with you I'd have done things differently.

It's a dark corner there where they've tucked away the two ladies rooms. No one would have noticed had I taken your hand and pulled you into the second one, locking the door behind us and kissing you hard as my body pressed against you and pushed your back against the wall. My fingers would have instantly started working on the buttons of your fly and when your pants dropped to your knees I'd have dropped to mine and taken your entire cock into my mouth at once. I'd have sucked you in long deep strokes, feeling your cock growing harder in my mouth and my pussy growing wetter and soaking through my panties. They'd have to come off. Realizing this, I'd have stood up and let them drop to the floor, taking your hand again as I stepped backwards out of them until I was half leaning and half sitting on the edge of the sink. I would have pulled you close and wrapped my legs around your waist, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as you held me by the hips and slid your cock inside of me. You'd have fucked me more roughly than you normally would for your first time with a new girl, but you'd have known that was what I wanted from you when I moved one hand from the counter edge to you ass to urge you deeper. You'd have felt my pussy pulsing around your cock when I came and my legs would have lost their grip around your waist and fallen open while I leaned back with my head against the mirror trying to get my breath back. I'd have smiled when I felt your fingertips digging into my thighs, pounding me hard until your cock exploded inside me. I would have pushed you away as I slid off the edge of the sink, snatching up my panties off the floor and kissing you while I surreptitiously stuffed them into your back pocket for you to find later on when you got home.

In hindsight I should have done all that, but there was no way I could have known that you wouldn't have the balls to invite me home with you later on or how long you would end up making me wait for it.