I had finished golf in the late afternoon. A round of drinks drinks with my covey had turned the late afternoon into eight in the evening and I was jovial as I normally get when I have had a few.

We were becoming the fun side of the island as my fellow players started heading home one by one. I had a serious case of not wanting to leave. The fun was just starting. The tables around us started joining in, getting closer and the laughter was infectious. Not crude, just funny…..silly.

My other”self twin” was fast showing himself and shit he likes to dance. English, but loves to dance “Langarm” and he always could! People came and went and eventually the numbers around us started to dwindle. We caught each other’s eye a few times in the evening and you and he came to sit at our table….your doing I assume ? The party was merry and you were laughing at our shenanigans at myself and the last remaining golfer. You smelt awesome your perfume wafting on the breeze in the warm summer night air. The music my era, 80’s started and my dancing twin asked you for a turn on the floor. We fitted together perfectly and you have obviously danced before. Rhythm was there alright. But what felt better was you as our eyes met at times on the dance floor. All smiles, close. Your eyes caught mine and I knew trouble was brewing, a spark to light a dry tinder patch.

We got closer, comfortable. Shit, the speed train has hit the downslope and there is no turning back. The chatter became naughty, the comfort allowed us both to say what we normally would not have. We were on the fourth song already and a little oblivious. A lingering touch, the eyes, the lips looked slightly parted and moist, I was enthralled and just wanted to kiss you. The licking flames of desire were turning into a bonfire of lust. My hardness against you made me feel like a school boy. But I had no shame. He went to the bathroom and you gave me your number on a serviette. Shit, all dressed up and nowhere to go.

And then it happened. You stood and went to the bathroom. I watched that gorgeous body move seductively away from the table. I rose to follow, without a nod or any consensual direction from you. It’s never been this way, brave but new territory for me. He passed me on his way back to the table. I can’t believe I followed you into the ladies. It was empty with one stall door closed. I knocked. You knew…..how? You opened the door, pulled me in and closed the door and locked it. My heart and blood was racing. I immediately kissed you and you responded, softly passionately at first and then that raging type of lustful kiss…..I held your hands up against the wall as our bodies ground against each other, my hand rubbing you body gently as we continued kissing, tasting ….feeling. I raised your blouse and released a perfect breast and focussed my mouth on it teasing your nipples with my tongue there was no time! I picked you up onto the cistern with your feet on the seat whilst we resume kissing, breathing, breathless. What the fuck were we doing. I raised your skirt up and moved your panties aside and I could feel your warm wet swollen lips as I did so. My face down, I started flicking the tip of your exposed pleasure nub with tip of my tongue. I touched you nowhere else. The full concentration of one point of contact just there flicking and gently sucking. I knew it wouldn’t take much. Your breathing changes, knees touched the sides of my shoulders starting to gently shake, I suck gently and continue flicking you side to side. You responded to my touch. Your hands gently on my head holding it down which says ……..don’t move….keep on doing what you are doing …….and I do. It’s on the brink, you are peering over the precipice, you take your final breath and exhale heavily as the rupturous explosions of convulsing pleasure hit you and you moan gently as you exhale. I keep going until your knees close on the sides of my head and I know you are done. I tease your sensitivity with a gentle last suck or two and you giggle a raspy giggle. And then we kiss. A deep warm wet salty kiss and hug in the warmth of the afterglow. The reasonable time to be away from the table…… is the reality of life. We rearrange each other, panties, clothing, hair and we rush back. Your pink cheeks are beautiful, will he notice….he doesn’t. A final drink and we all leave together with vivid memories and thoughts each heading in different directions. Fuck me that was mind blowing. Her number safely in my pocket and hopefully the beginning of a new naughty chapter! Wow what an experience !