farewell (18+)

18. All The Single Ladies

Max wrapped his fingers around my upper arm and dragged me into a stall in the men's bathroom. He sat on the toilet, and I straddled him, feeling pressure between my legs. We kissed as if it would be the last time ever. I ground against his erection, making him groan against my cleavage.

"Did you bring a condom?"

"What do you think I am, some amateur?" He held a square packet between his teeth and smiled like the devil.

"Good boy..."

I turned around and lowered my pants and underwear, exposing my ass to him. He promptly dug his fingers on it, guiding me to sit on his cock. I felt so cheap, but you know what they say: desperate times. I just needed him one more time before I left. Besides, I trusted Max, and he seemed more than used to this kind of thing. I wouldn't be this adventurous with anyone else.

I slowly sheathed him, feeling the latex against my skin. I started bouncing, steadying my drunk self on the walls. My breath came in shallow intakes, skin tinggled. The relief I felt to have him inside me couldn't be matched by anything. It was way beyond sexual desire.

We heard people coming in and tensed up, but never stopped. I couldn't bring myself to care, not in my inebriated state, not with Max's perfect dick inside me. His hands came to squeeze my breasts under the shirt, taking it off. I instantly got goosebumps. It was so damn cold in England. Max pressed his chest against my back, heating me up and kissing my shoulder. A hand circled me to lie on my clit, rubbing it hastily. I groaned at an inappropriate volume.

"Shh." He laughed and bit my ear, only prompting me to make more noise.

Bit by bit, the sounds of the pub were shut. My fogged mind spiraled out of frequency, and the world faded to black as I went numb with my orgasm. Max held me in place and took control, slamming his hard, angry cock inside me. My walls spasmed and clenched around him once more. I bit my lip not to scream, overwhelmed with pleasure.

He sped up a little more, breathing nervously. He lost control and hit me one last time, pushing me against the door. It shook in its hinges, making a metallic noise. Max breathed against my neck, hands running down my sticky skin. He sat back, pulling out. I fixed my clothes and came to straddle him. He held me as we waited for the conversations outside to fade out.

"Will you forget me after I leave?" I whispered, touching his forehead with mine.

"Yeah, couldn't even if I tried, love... Trust me, I did try."

I wasn't sure whether to be bitter that he had slept around to try and forget me or happy that he had failed. I never knew what to feel when it came to him. We got up, and he checked to see if the coast was clear. He slowly got out, urging me to do the same. I saw myself in the large mirror above the sinks and quickly fixed my hair before slipping out of the man's room.

We had the last call, and they took me to the airport for my night flight. I hugged each of my new and old friends before Max pulled me away from them. It didn't keep them from teasing us.

"See you next time?" he said.

"See you next time."

"Promise?"

"Yeah..." I nodded slowly. "I promise."

We smiled like a pair of goofs, shifting in place, before he took my hand and I crashed against his body. Our lips parted, his tongue came past mine, teasing it. His arms came around my waist, and I held his face to keep him from pulling away. I could hear his friends wooing and whistling. Rodrigo called, "go, Max!"

We smiled against each other's lips before we broke apart. I turned to leave, but he squeezed my hand and pulled me back for one last lingering kiss. I stepped back, and he finally let go of my hand.