Follow Mark

Whether it’s my overindulgence of **** clouding my judgement, or if it’s the pain in my sides from Tiffany’s constant ribbing, I get up from my stool and follow after the rather handsome man that had been plying Tiffany and myself with drinks. Even though he had walked ahead, I am still able to focus on his muscled ass, guiding my drunken form through the myriad of bodies in the small pub. I finally manage to work my way to the back corner where a dark, narrow hallway is only illuminated by the red “Restrooms” sign.

The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering wildly. I can’t understand why, but my loins are wet with anticipation. My breasts ache, the tightness in my chest causing my nipples to poke prominently through my thin blouse. My head is light and dizzy. Tiffany’s words had rung true. We hadn’t spent a single cent! I guess being a girl definitely has its perks! Mark’s attention, furtive touching, playful banter, intoxicatingly addicting cologne, and amazingly good looks are definitely having an effect on me that I can’t explain. Animal magnetism draws me in his direction. I’m so lost in my lustful stupor that I end up bumping into something tall and solid in the darkened, narrow hallway.

“Ummph!” My hands instinctively reach out and grab onto whatever it can find purchase with. I look up and can immediately feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment, realizing its Mark’s shirt I’m tugging at to keep me from falling backwards. I quickly regain my footing and brace my palms against his muscled torso. “Oh silly me,” I giggle.

My hands repeatedly roam over his chest as if smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. Electricity flows from him through my hands and arms, settling in my chest, causing my nipples to tighten even more than they already were.

“Uhmm, that’s okay. Seems like there’s a waiting line.” His reply is charmingly casual , his voice sending shivers down my spine. Standing this close, I inhale another lungful of his musky cologne, causing my mind to start swirling and my breaths to quicken. “What should we do to pass the time?” Mark’s hands latch onto my waist, steadying my drunken sway.

Is this the way women feel? Swooning head over heels for the strong masculine figure in front of me, my eyes flutter, closing in anticipation as my head cants backwards, lips tightening and pursing as his face draws nearer. Do I want this? My hands drift upwards across his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, fingers interlocking as I pull him even closer. My God, am I really doing this? Sparks erupt as our lips make contact, igniting a series of fireworks throughout my entire being. My legs tremble, unable to support myself, I lean in tighter, allowing our bodies to mash together, his strong grip my only support. God I am so horny! Our heads twist, as our lips part, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth. His grip slides effortlessly upwards along my ribs, his thumbs caressing the undersides of my aching breasts. Oooh yes! I do want this! This feels wonderful! All resistance fades as I succumb to the immense pleasure flooding my being. My body is soft clay, his to mold as he grows more bold, his hands forming around my breasts, softly squeezing as I moan my approval into his mouth. I suckle on his invading tongue, drawing it deeper. My body is set afire with flames of lust, the boiling heat overflowing from between my legs, my panties are soaked. I absolutely love this feeling. I could easily get addicted to the way I feel right now. I feel myself backed up against the wall, our hips grinding in search of an optimal position for mating. I can feel his muscle growing, pressing harder against my heaving belly as I struggle for breaths between our passionate kisses.

Suddenly the darkness is bathed in a bright, but yellowing light, shadowed by a large figure blocking the opening to the men’s room. “NEXT,” he bellows in a drunken slur as he stumbles past Mark, accidentally bumping him, so that he presses even harder into my quaking body.

Mark steps away, the look on his face is difficult to read. Our tempestuous interlude has been interrupted, the waves of passion destined to ebb back into the sea. Frustration is mirrored on my face as I struggle to regain my composure, as well as my breathing. The game Roland has set upon me is the furthest thing from my mind at this point. Desire and need are my only focus, and I am not going to let this moment merely slip away!

“FUCK IT!” The words slip from my mouth in a very unladylike fashion, but the determination is quite evident. Placing my palms on Mark’s chest I push him forcefully towards the opening, causing him to stumble backwards into the men’s room, until I can slam the door shut behind me.

“What the …” are the only words Mark can muster before I drop to my heels, my back pressed against the door, undoing his belt in the process. His semi-rigid tumescence can easily be seen snaking upwards to the right. My fingers have quickly undone his trousers and lowered the zipper, revealing the dark briefs underneath. His pants begin to pool at his ankles, revealing the mushroomed tip of his cock, peering out over the waistband of his underwear. My mouth immediately salivates at the wondrous sight as I lean forward and place a wet kiss upon the exposed tip, letting my tongue dart out to capture the pearlized prize waiting at its tip. I have to see it! My hands are drawn to the elastic band, tugging downward, exposing his cock in its entirety. My God, it’s gorgeous! I capture and immortalize the image before pressing my face against it, feeling the heat emanating from the missile, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his manliness. Cocklust! I have to have it!

I place a dainty hand upon it, amazed at how my grip barely encircles its shaft, pulling it upwards so that I can lave my tongue from its base to its very tip, spearing another droplet off his leaking member. The sweet nectar only makes my mouth water even more. Another lick of the delicious meaty popsicle coats his pole with another swath of saliva, and I’m rewarded with another droplet of his essence. I swirl my tongue over its tip, savoring his unique taste, my eyes roaming upwards to see the look of lust in his eyes. His moan of approval spurs me on, as I widen my mouth and ease his massive appendage into my hungry opening, cradling him with my tongue. Instantly my mouth is filled with his mushroomed head. He is bigger than the cock I sucked yesterday! My jaw aches mildly, my lips tight around his girth. A gentle hum of appreciation escapes my lungs as I swirl my hand along his length, coaxing more of his juice into my mouth. My mouth continues to water, excess spittle leaking from our juncture. My hand lubricates his length as I continue to piston my fist, pumping more of his cream into my mouth. I wonder how much of him I can fit into my mouth? Each pump I draw him slightly deeper, knowing full well I can’t take his entirety … but I’m going to try! His moans encourage me onwards, my lips finally meeting my thrusting fist on each swirling pump. He is nearly in my throat, threatening to make me gag and ****. I can feel him getting harder, his heartbeat traveling along his length, my hand flexing with each mightily pulse. My own heart races to match his, my pussy soaking my panties creating an unbearable itch that cannot be attended to in this position with my pants still in place, so I am **** to rub my thighs together as Mark draws ever nearer to his climax. I can feel his breathing quicken … yes … His heart is racing, his cock throbbing incessantly with every beat … I want this … Nervous twitches begin erupting along his thighs, his cock flexing with each contraction … Give it to me … Tiny tremors rippling along my thighs, fall in syncopation with his powerful tics … I want his cum … His cock hardens into pure steel, his throbbing member pressed to the back of my throat … I’m going to cum … Electrical sparks erupt in both bodies simultaneously, causing a cascade of fireworks to erupt … Here it comes … My hand pulses with each powerful surge of his giving as he thrusts deeper, lodging himself into my flexing throat, his legs locked into paralysis as my own body quakes and quivers with its own release … Swallow … His manly seed fires in large volleys, coating my insides as it ventures downward … Swallow and orgasm … My throat flexes involuntarily, continually mindlessly milking his thick stem more sap seeping further towards my stomach … Swallow, orgasm and rejoice … Immense pleasure fills me as I look upwards and lock eyes with him as I continue to quake and continue to draw out his incessant load … Swallow, orgasm, rejoice and accept … His pulse weakens as the final burst erupts from his cannon, his member softening in my grip … Swallow, orgasm, rejoice, accept and clean.

It’s only my second day, and I already feel like this is absolutely right! I can’t deny or escape the pleasure I get when I suck a delicious cock. It’s amazing that I’ve never felt this good as a male, and I can see myself getting addicted to this sense of euphoria. Being a girl isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, even though Roland’s involvement wasn’t planned or exactly welcomed.

Not yet releasing my grip on the softening flesh, I let it slip from my mouth, continually suckling, licking, and cleaning the idol of flesh. I’m so lost in my euphoria, that all I can do is mewl and reflect as I absentmindedly lovingly attend to the wilting stem. Finally, I return my gaze to his, our look of satisfaction and relief mirrored on our faces, until suddenly the realization of our actions fills my soul. Embarrassed and ashamed at my own wanton behavior in such a public place overwhelms me as I awkwardly stand on wobbling legs.

With a reddened face, I smooth out my blouse, my nipples still poking through quite evidently. “Ummm, I gotta go.” I turn abruptly and reach for the handle, leaving Mark as he pulls up his underwear and trousers. On the way out, I bump awkwardly into an intoxicated patron awaiting his turn for the bathroom. I don’t even bother with an apology, still teetering on very weak legs as I return to Tiffany waiting at the bar.

Tiffany greets me with an appraising eye and an ever increasingly knowing smile. She cups my chin, her hand gentle and soft, her thumb grazing softly from my chin to my mouth. With a gentle insistence, she pushes her thumb past my lips and into my mouth. “Oooh, you dirty little minx … you really should clean up afterwards!” **** to suckle her thumb, my taste buds are assaulted once more by the taste of Mark’s sweet nectar.

Turning beet red, I do all I can to escape. I reach for my little purse and sling it over my shoulder. I grab Tiffany by the wrist, pulling her thumb from my mouth. I begin marching towards the door, practically dragging Tiffany in tow. Once outside, the cool evening air seems to have a calming effect, though I walk until the bar is out of sight. Rounding the corner, I pause long enough for Tiffany and myself to glance at each other in silence. Slowly, smirks turn into smiles, which turn into little giggles, followed by outright laughter. We continue our walk at a more leisurely pace with Tiffany forcing me to regale the events in explicit detail. The giggles and girly chat continue all the way to Tiffany’s doorstep where I hug her goodbye, thanking her profusely for a wonderful day.

The hug seems to linger a little longer than usual before Tiffany turns and presses her lips against mine. A weird set of electrical sparks seem to erupt between the two of us as our lips gently part and allow our tongues to duel. A wave of unique emotions wash over me, but quickly ebb out to sea as Tiffany pulls away. “Mmmm, I can still taste him on your tongue.” Tiffany erupts in laughter as she turns and disappears inside, leaving me outside, confused, bewildered and aroused … again.

I continue on home in solitude, my mind replaying all the erotic scenes from the day, contemplating my actions, fueling my desires, questioning my future.