Sure you do

Claire looks away after kissing you, showing a degree of shyness you hadn't seen from her so far this evening.

"Sorry," she says. "I don't know why I did that."

Instead of saying anything, you lean in and kiss her back. Not a light, tentative kiss like the one she gave you, but a deep, intense one. If you're going to kiss a woman you just met in the men's room at a bar, you're going to do it right. She kisses you back, parting her lips as your tongue slides into her mouth. Your tongues dance together as you explore each other's mouths, enjoying the warmth and wetness.

She wraps her arms around you more tightly, and you find your hands traveling down her back until you reach her wide hips and ample behind. You hadn't had many opportunities to check her out from behind so far this evening, but as you squeeze her thick, round ass you realize you had been missing out. There was obviously something wonderful going on with Claire's backside.

Parting your kiss, Claire pushes you back towards the door. For a moment you're afraid you've someone done something wrong. Maybe she doesn't like getting her ass squeezed. But then, she reaches past you and latches the door closed.

"People can wait to pee," she says as she returns to you and kisses you once again. "There's something I want to do first."

She reaches down and undoes your belt, then your pants. A moment later your pants are around your ankles and Claire is on her knees. She gives your boxes a tug and frees your member, already stiffening from making out with the curvy metalhead in the bathroom. With a grin she starts to stroke you, and it isn't long until you're at full attention.

"I like what I see," she purrs, licking her lips and then your head.

Her tongue swirls around your tip a few times before she moves on to licking the length of your shaft, up and down. She's very good at this, alternating licking with just the tip of the tongue, then the whole thing, moving sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Then, she starts to stroke your cock with one hand, slowly at first, but building up a bit of speed. She lightly licks your balls, then takes one into her mouth. She sucks and licks it within her mouth while gently stroking you off. She's very, very good at this.

"I've never sucked a man off in the bathroom before," she breaths as she takes you out of her mouth, never losing the rhythm of her strokes. "I never really had the confidence to do it."

You tell her you're glad she decided to try. You're afraid if you say much else right now it's going to sound like one of those slogans from the motivational posters management has posted throughout the office. Confidence, Claire, you think. If you believe you can suck my dick, one day you might. Not quite the attitude you're looking for right now.

You push that ridiculous thought from your mind as Claire takes you into her mouth fully. You look down at her as she passionately bobs her head up and down along your rigid member. You reach down and run your fingers through her short, crimson hair. As you groan with pleasure, she picks up the pace, looking up at you occasionally, savoring the expression of pure bliss on your face as she works you over with her mouth.

"Are you going to cum for me, Henry?" she asks breathlessly before shoving your cock back into her mouth. She resumes her pace, and you can feel you're getting close. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

You tell her you're getting close, and she picks up the pace yet again. The up-and-down motion of her wet, hot mouth on your engorged penis is almost too much. You lean back against the door to steady yourself.

"Is someone in there?" a voice calls from the other side. "Let me in, man! I gotta go!"

"Um, just a second!" you yell back. Claire isn't letting up, and you're getting close. "I'm, uh, cleaning up."

"Well hurry up!" the guy outside responds. "I'm going to explode out here!"

Normally you'd feel pretty bad about forcing some random bar patron to pop his kidneys. In this particular moment, though, you had other concerns. Claire was still really going to down on you, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue twirling around your head every time she reached the tip. And, if this guy really had to go that badly, there was a perfectly good dumpster out back.

With a groan, Claire finally makes you come. Thick spurts of your hot semen shoot straight into her mouth and down her throat. She doesn't stop moving until she's extracted every last drop from you. Then, with a pop she releases your member, a trail of saliva stretching from the head of your penis to her lips, then dripping lightly down her chin. With a gulp, she swallows your load and smiles.

"I can't live just on beer and pub food, you know," she chuckles as she rises and walks to the sink. She wipes her mouth with a little paper towel, then gives her hands a rinse.

You put your package away and do up your pants. As she leans over the counter, you give her meaty ass a hearty slap. Even through her tight, black jeans, she must have really felt that, for she gives out a yelp of equal parts surprise, pleasure, pain and amusement.

"Thanks for that," you say, giving her ample behind a gentler caress. "I guess I owe you a drink."

"Oh, that wasn't a drink?" she asks in mock surprise, winking.

Now that you've both cleaned up, you open the door, letting the frantic, nearly bursting bar patron into the bathroom. He doesn't ask why you were in here with a woman and the door locked. You're not even sure that he sees Claire at all, or you for that matter, as he rushes past you and charges to the nearest urinal. His groan of relief fast becomes a roar. You think he might have needed to pee even more than you needed to cum in Claire's mouth.

Smiling, you both head back to your table.