Bar Stool to Gas Station Bathroom

The neon lights of the bar flickered, casting a warm glow on the faces of the few remaining patrons. Claudia sat at the corner of the counter, nursing a sangria that had long lost its chill. Her friends had left her in favor of a raucous party across town, their laughter echoing faintly in her ears as the door slammed shut. The room spun slightly with the music's bass, a reminder of how much she'd had to drink. Across from her, a man named Cole nursed his own forgotten beer, his eyes never straying from the pool table where his friends had been. They'd abandoned him too, swallowed by the night's festivities.

Cole's gaze met hers, and something in the way he looked at her made Claudia's pulse quicken. They were both stranded, both desperate for a way to end the night on a high note. He sauntered over, the smell of his cologne mixing with the stale scent of spilled beer. "Looks like we're both out of luck with our rides," he said, his voice a smooth rumble. "My place is just down the street, but yours is... a bit of a walk."

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of alcohol and arousal. "Three miles," she murmured, feeling his hand brush against her bare leg. "But we can make it fun."

The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the bar. They stumbled along the sidewalk, their laughter bouncing off the empty buildings. Claudia felt a thrill as Cole's hand found its way under her skirt as he pushed her against the side of a building, his fingers tracing the outline of her lacy panties. "You're so wet," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She bit her lip, her heart racing.

As they neared the gas station, the fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on their faces. The urge to feel him inside her was overwhelming. "In here," she murmured, pulling him into the bathroom. The door clicked shut, echoing in the small space. She leaned against the cold tiles, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he kissed her neck, his hands roaming over her curves. The sound of a zipper was like a gunshot in the quiet.

He spun her around and hiked her skirt up, her ass pressed against the baby changing table. His mouth was on her, kissing her thighs, his tongue darting out to taste her. Claudia's moans grew louder as he moved closer to her center. "Oh God," she gasped, her legs trembling.

Cole didn't bother with foreplay; he just shoved his cock inside her, his hand wrapping around her throat. She could feel every inch of him, filling her up as she bent over the plastic table. The sudden intrusion was surprising, but she was so turned on she didn't care. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against her ass. The table rocked back and forth, the plastic squeaking with every thrust.

The door to the bathroom swung open, and a shrill voice pierced the haze of their passion. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" It was the gas station employee, her eyes wide with shock. "Get out before I call the cops!"

Panic flooded through Claudia, and she pushed Cole away, her heart pounding. They stumbled out of the bathroom, pulling their clothes back into place, and dashed out the door into the night. The cold air hit her flushed skin like a slap, sobering her up a little. She looked at Cole, his eyes dark with lust, and knew she needed more of him. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand. "Let's go Cole"

They sprinted down the street, the gas station's lights fading into the distance. Claudia's mind raced with the thrill of their escape, the excitement of the chase mixing with her arousal. Her hand in his was slick with their combined sweat, her breaths coming in gasps. They didn't stop until they reached the quiet residential area where Claudia's house sat, a beacon of safety amidst the darkness.

Cole's hands were still all over her as they approached the house, and she could feel his erection pressing against her. He whispered, "I'm not done with you yet," his voice a seductive promise. They stumbled inside, the door slamming shut behind them. The house was dark, and the silence was only broken by their ragged breathing.

They made their way to Claudia's room, the floorboards creaking beneath their feet. Claudia could feel the warmth of his body against hers, the smell of his desire. They tumbled onto the bed, their limbs entangling. He yanked her panties off, tossing them aside, and she could feel his cock, hot and hard, against her skin. "I need you," she whispered, her voice needy and desperate.

Cole didn't waste any time, pushing inside her with one swift motion. The room spun around them as he pounded into her, her moans muffled by the pillow. Claudia's nails dug into the sheets, her body arching with every thrust. The adrenaline from their escape only heightened the sensation, making every touch feel like fire. She could feel her climax building, a delicious ache that spread through her core.

In the harsh light of the morning, the reality of what they'd done set in. They lay tangled in the sheets, the smell of sex hanging in the air. Cole rolled over and kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss that made her heart flutter. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

"For what?" she asked, her voice still hoarse from their earlier exertions.

"Nevermind," he said, his eyes searching hers

About an hour later Cole called an uber. They didn’t exchange numbers or social media & Claudia never heard from him again.