"So what about you? What's your kinkiest experience?" After all, you figure it's the least I can do, to tell me mine after you've told me yours. Share and share alike, right?

 

"Sounds fair," I agree, pretending that I've allowed you to persuade me. "Have you ever had sex in a public place Tessa, like a public restroom or a foyer?"

 

I watch your reaction, managing to just hide the smirk on my lips, as you start to shake you head 'No' then quickly stop. The odd feeling that, yes, you have fucked in a place where you could get caught ripples through your mind. Unable to control myself I grin as I read your thoughts, watch as you struggle to remember just when and where your deviant behavior took place. I continue with my kinkiest story and you listen attentively to see if it's pervier than yours, unaware that you play the starring role in my tale of sexual deviance.

 

"I dated this girl once, just for a short period of time, who was really into having sex in a place where we might get caught. One night we're out at our favorite bar and we decide to play this game. The game is, you try to have sex with a girl that you don't know without leaving the premises. If you can fuck her in your car in the parking lot that's fine. Or, if she's especially skanky or drunk, you do her in the restroom or the coat room. The point is, in our case, it's got to be someplace inside the bar. If you succeed you get a free drink on the house.

 

"But to win we had to pretend that we didn't know each other. So what my girl friend and I would do is go into the bar separately, pretending not to be a couple. I'd make her wear something seductive but not slutty, just enough to get one or two guys to hit on her, because if I came right up to her and she let me pick her up people might get suspicious, right?"

 

You nod your head in agreement to show that you understand, and I continue.

 

"After she turns down one or two guys I'll appear on the scene and after a little effort she'll let me pick her up. By this time the other men in the bar and some of the women know that my girl friend's in play - except that they don't know she's my girl friend - and they're curious to see if I'll score with her, which of course I do."

 

"So how do they know that you actually had sex?" you ask, becoming intrigued by this new game.

 

"Oh that's easy. She keeps her panties on when we do it, I'll pull them aside so I can stick myself into her, but then I take them off her after I cum so that my 'proof' is right there."

 

"Hmm, that sounds kind of interesting," you say.

 

"You like to experiment, don't you Tessa?" I ask, and you're oblivious to the satisfied look on my face, the look that says that you're now mine to play with as I please.

 

After a handful of drinks at the bar, two beers going on three and some smoke at my house, you're up for pretty much anything, just as I'd planned. But you don't say that to me, not wanting me to think that you're some kind of slut. Instead you decide to try to sound intriguing and say, "Experimenting can be a good thing, depending on the moment."

 

I nod in agreement, giving you my best bedroom smile for who knows how many times tonight.

 

"Exactly. Well this moment, the last time I was with my friend, was something where she went above and beyond. Honestly I think she had a little too much to drink that night, because she stumbled as she got off of her bar stool and I had to escort her across the room to the restroom foyer. I leaned her against the wall and we began to kiss. She was a really good kisser and we just lingered like that, exploring each other with our mouths.

 

"When I could tell she was warmed up and ready I took her hand and led her into the men's restroom. She was more than willing, maybe because she was a little drunk, who knows? We go inside the restroom and there's some guy, an employee of the restaurant, washing his hands. My friend has a shocked look on her face that I ignore, because I know pretty soon she'll have plenty to keep her occupied. I nod at him, he winks at me and leaves the restroom. Then we're alone."

 

"Weren't you guys afraid that somebody might come in?" you ask, and you see how delighted I am by the look of shock on your face.

 

"Not me, no. She was a little nervous, I think maybe she thought she was being just a little too slutty, but I told her it's OK and guided her into one of the toilet stalls, telling her we'd try not to make too much noise. My girl friend is a little bit submissive, she liked to be told what to do, so I had her turn and put her hands against the wall just above the toilet. I lifted her skirt above her waist and started to dry hump her. Then after I'd gotten her warmed up I pulled her panties down and slid right into her without warning. The gasp she made was incredibly sexy and she started to moan right away.

 

"I told you she was submissive, and sometimes she liked it a little rough, so I figured what better place to treat her rough then when we're fucking inside the men's restroom. I grabbed her hair and pulled it so that her face was up, facing the wall above the toilet. Each time I went deep inside of her, her face was flattened flush against the wall."