“Go on you donkey, follow her!” Matt said and gave him a push in the direction she’d gone in.
Staffy heard them all laughing as he followed Debbie. Something like ‘something in the water tonight’.
He lost her as he got to the corridor. She had disappeared. He decided to take a quick look see if she’d waited for him close by. As he passed the ladies’ toilets, a hand snaked out and grabbed his wrist, making him spill some of his vodka. The hand pulled him through the doorway and there she was, Debbie Simpson.
Before he could say anything else, she took hold of both sides of his face and kissed him again. Then she backed into one of the toilets and locked the door behind him. She was groping at the button on his jeans before he could put his glass down on the toilet cistern. Luckily, youth was on his side and he was up to the task before his zip was open.
He thought he was in for another blow-job but Debbie had other ideas. She slipped her briefs down and hoisted her skirt up as she was stepping out of them. She pushed him back to give a little more room but a frontal attack was not going to be quite possible so she changed tactic, turned and leaned on the cistern, legs astride the toilet, presenting a strategy for an attack from the rear. Not needing diagrams of explanation, he shuffled forwards. He reached forward and slipped two fingers into her, drawing a moan of pleasure, then guiding his dick, he entered her easily. She seemed to have been building herself up for it, she was wet, hot and slippery.
He pumped her with vigour and she returned the compliment by wriggling in time to his thrusts. Her head was thrown back and she was enjoying him. He realised that she had her eyes closed only when he looked up and saw a row of faces over the top of the stall. He hadn’t heard them climbing up over the noise that he and Debbie were making. It didn’t put him off his stroke, but just before he came, he ran his hand around the front of her waist to hold her to him as he told them, “Just fuck off!” He knew she’d struggle when she realised that she had an audience but she wouldn’t stop him coming. He pulled out of her at the critical moment, embarrassment avoided because their audience had done as he told them. For the second time that evening, he shot his load and watched it slide down the wall as he part-closed his eyes in the ecstasy of the moment, manipulating his cock to get all his ejaculate free. She was mortified at the audience but she was giggling in spite of it.
She pulled a ribbon of toilet paper to wipe herself dry and pulled her briefs back on, then handed him another large wad of toilet paper to mop his dick before he put it back into his jeans.
Debbie kissed him again, slipped a piece of paper into his hand and unlocked the door, pushing him out of the way and leaving him to rearrange his own clothing.
Staffy knew that his mates were not far away as Debbie left, they were all shouting to her and asking if they could have a go now. He smiled as he heard her squealing at them good-natured but embarrassed and then they left her alone as he exited the toilets. A huge cheer went up as he got out into the corridor, followed by loud and off-key singing of ‘Happy birthday to you!’ As he doubled back to retrieve his drink, he shouted to them, “Fuck off, jealous bastards!” and then followed them back to the party.