The thing that shocked me the most about what I’d witnessed in the bathroom was how much I actually enjoyed seeing it. It was very erotic and had my mind in a tizzy.

So many secret fantasies that nobody ever knew about began filling my head. Fantasies that I would never have dared to tell Steve because he’s so protective and would have died of jealousy had he known.

I could almost see what his face would have looked like if I had ever told him how I dreamed of a sexy stranger ravishing me in a lust fueled tryst. We wouldn’t even know each other’s names. Just sex. Hot, sweaty, intense sex before we each went on our way. Big, powerful men were the ones I’ve always had a thing for, but I settled for Steve because he was the safe choice. A choice that provided me with life stability.

At least that’s what I thought. He let me believe that we were a team that would have each other’s backs no matter what. Never did I dream that he would cheat on me, especially when I was so good to him. Man, how I’d love to tell him all about the fantasy and see the look on his face.

Would he even care if I told him? It wasn’t like he’d ever shown an interest in my sexual needs and he sure as hell didn’t give a shit about what I was interested in sexually. As long as he got off, that was all that mattered.

I sat on my barstool watching the bathroom door, hoping Katie and the biker would emerge through any moment. I still had to go badly and I doubted I’d make it to my room.

Why did they have to be in the women’s restroom? They couldn’t have used the men’s? That’s when the thought hit me. I could just slip in, use the men’s room, and slip right back out. Nobody would know a thing.

Sliding carefully off my seat, thighs as close together as I could get them, I awkwardly made my way back into the lobby. Looking around to make sure nobody was watching, I slipped into the bathroom, rushed into the stall, locked the stall door, and finally sat down to relieve myself. Much to my surprise, the bathroom was incredibly clean. As close to immaculate as you can get.

I’d just finished going when I heard the door to the bathroom burst open followed by the sound of very heavy footsteps. My heart pounded in my chest as I held my breath, afraid of making even the slightest sound.

Had he seen me come in? I was pretty sure none of them were paying any attention to me, but I was so focused on getting to the restroom, I might have drawn attention to myself. How in the hell was I going to get out of this one?

I listened closely as the footsteps stopped and the room went silent once again. I was sure the sound of my heart was audible and echoing off the walls, even though I knew how ridiculous that was.

The silence was broken when I heard the sound of a zipper and then the unmistakable sound of a man pissing. Remembering that the urinals faced the wall, I knew this was my chance to make a clean getaway without being noticed.

As quietly as I could, I unlocked the stall and made a mad dash for the restroom door. I knew freedom was just inches away as I put my hands up to push the door open. Before they could make contact, however, the door opened and my hands were planted firmly on the chest of the huge biker.

“Whoa, slow down there little lady,” he said as he continued to walk into the bathroom.

The mountain of the man had completely blocked my exit and I had to back up as he kept moving forward. The biker who had originally come into the bathroom shook his head as he walked past us on his way back to the bar.

I was completely transfixed on the man in front of me. He was literally what fantasies were made of. He was easily one of the most attractive men I’d ever laid eyes on and there he was in front of me. That was when the realization hit me that my hands were still planted on his sculpted chest.

“Darlin’, unless you’re some kind of fucking weirdo or one of them lady boys, you’re in the wrong damn bathroom,” he continued, his voice deep and menacing. Most people would be frightened, but I was far too turned on to be scared.

“I’m sorry,” I said in the sweetest, most innocent voice I could muster. “The women’s room was occupied and I really had to go. Nobody was in here when I came in.”

His mouth slid into a cocky grin.

“So why are you in such a big hurry to get out of here?”

“Because I need to go close out my tab and head to my room. I need to get some sleep because I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Is that right? Well, I’ll tell you what Darlin’. If you want to get past me, I’m going to need at least a kiss from ya.”

Just then, I heard the jukebox in the bar fire up and “Don’t Go Away Mad” by Motley Crue started blasting. I remembered thinking that it was a blast from the past that I hadn’t heard in ages.

Snapping back into the moment, I looked the biker in the eyes and finally removed my hands from his chest. Had he really just told me that I wasn’t going to get to leave the restroom unless I gave him a kiss?

He must not have known what type of girl he was dealing with. After everything I’d been through that day, the last thing I was going to do is stand there and take any of his shit.

“You can fuck right off,” I replied in a very matter of fact tone. “Back up and let me out of here.”

Instead of backing up like I expected him to, he grabbed my arms and pushed me back against the wall. I knew I should have been scared out of my mind, but for some reason, I wasn’t.

“Fuck off? That’s not very lady like now is it?”

With my arms pinned against the wall, he bent down and slowly began bringing his lips towards mine. His beer-tinged breath filled my nostrils as I felt his mouth on mine.

I knew that I should have been pushing him away, but I couldn’t. Not because I wasn’t able to but because deep down inside, I didn’t want to. Even though I wasn’t exactly a willing participant, there was something very exciting about the situation I suddenly found myself in.

While I began his kiss by protesting his advance by keeping my lips sealed tightly, I wanted more. I needed more. I allowed my lips to part ever so slightly, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth.

The kiss was hard, deep, and intense. It was exactly the way type of kiss I’d been craving for years. The type of kiss that I’d been wishing Steve would give to me. It was full of passion, lust, and want. These were things I’d not felt from him in so long.

I returned the kiss, both of our tongues exploring each other’s mouths while his hands began to explore my body. Big, strong hands. He was rough with me, but not violent. He was aggressive, but not to the point where I felt uncomfortable.

He touched me like he owned me. He reached under my shirt and yanked down my bra, grabbing handfuls of my breasts. My nipples reacted strongly to his kisses and touches. I yelped into his mouth as he pinched them and sent a shockwave through my body that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

I was being the bad girl that I’d always fantasized about and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Steve would shit if he knew what I was doing, but he could go fuck himself. I wouldn’t even be in the bathroom if it wasn’t for him being a lying, cheating prick.

He slid my shirt up over my and took my left nipple into his mouth, biting at it just enough to make me flinch. This man definitely knew his way around a woman’s body and I was looking forward to letting him explore every single inch of mine.

Reaching down, he lifted my dress and slid his hand into my panties. I gasped as his finger quickly rubbed across my clit before sliding inside of me. He had easy access because I was already dripping wet.

Was I really going to let this happen? It felt good, but was I letting my passion override my brain? To give myself completely to this man would be complete madness. Still, it felt so good and I didn’t want it to end so I wasn’t about to stop him.

I was so close to getting off from nothing but his touch, which only served to remind me just how bad I’d had things at home. I had just closed my eyes and gotten lost in the moment when the bathroom door violently slammed open.

“Steel, there’s trouble. We gotta go!”