Page 21 of Hockey Halloween

Val

I did not plan to drag a sexy stranger into a bathroom stall in the women’s room of a dive bar, but I’m not complaining about it.

And neither is he.

Our costumes don’t allow for much maneuvering, and neither does the cramped space, but that doesn’t slow us down or dampen the chemistry between us.

This is a little crazy, given the fact that I don’t know his name and can’t see much of his face, but there’s something almost familiar about him, something trustworthy.

That sounds ludicrous, even as the thought runs through my head, but when his lips cover mine and his hand cups my breast, I’m way past caring what is sane or logical.

His thumb grazes the hardened peak of my nipple and a moan escapes my lips.

I tug at the straps of my denim overalls, desperate for more of his touch.

Brandi scoffed at my Sexy Chuckie costume when we met up in the parking lot an hour ago, but I don’t regret a thing, especially when I yank my striped tank top up to reveal the pink lace underneath.

My breasts spill out over the cups, on full display.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” the sexy stranger mutters as his fingers trace the swell of my breasts. “I need to taste you.”

“Yes,” I pant, unable to stop the shiver that rolls through my body when his mouth closes over my nipple.

I give myself over to the sensations of his lips on my skin.

He’s licking and sucking and nipping and all the heat in my body rushes between my legs.

I’m not the only one affected by what’s happening between us.

His breath is heavy and unsteady, his grip on my waist is firm, and the hard length pressing against my belly is undeniably hot.

Despite the layers of fabric between us, I can feel how much he wants me, and that’s intoxicating, because my desire for him is just as needy, just as all-consuming.

This stall is far too small for what I have in mind, even if we get really creative.

But while my mind is racing ahead to what comes next and how to get there fast, the mummy takes his time skimming his lips and hands all over my upper body.

He’s completely unhurried, despite the fact that we’re in a public restroom and people are waltzing in and out.

His clear blue eyes find mine and for a second, my brain stutters.

It’s sending me a signal, and I’m determined to decipher it until the mummy’s next words halt all coherent thought.

“I want to touch you. God. I want to sink my fingers deep inside you and watch you fall apart.”

“Yes. That. Please. I want that, too,” I answer. If I weren’t so caught up in the moment, I’d laugh at my own breathlessness.

Leaning back against the stall door, I brace my hands on his shoulders while his fingers trail a path down my core.

They slip under my skirt to the boy shorts underneath, and I get a thrill of satisfaction when he utters a curse as his hand skims over my panties.

They’re made of the same lace as my corset, and they’re already soaked.

This tempting stranger does it for me. It might be the forbidden nature of our bathroom hookup or the fact that I’m more than overdue for a little reckless fun, but I have a sinking feeling that my body’s response would be the same if we were fooling around in the backseat of his car or on a couch or in his bed.

When we make it to any of those places, I’ll have to ask his name.

And talk him out of his head-to-toe costume.

But right now, as he slips two fingers past the flimsy barrier of my panties and strokes my bare pussy, the only thing on my mind is how good it feels to be the center of his attention.

His lips are pressed to my ear, his words as much a seduction as the rhythmic glide of his fingers.

“I could do this all damn night,” he says, switching up his game to trace lazy figure-eights over the seam of my opening before moving up to toy with my clit.

Every time he takes me close to the edge, he pulls me right back and starts all over again.

It’s maddening, but it’s also hot as hell.

The man in front of me might be a stranger, but he’s satisfying my body more thoroughly than any guy I’ve ever dated.

And when he flattens his palm against my lower belly and rubs tight circles over my clit with his thumb while the fingers of his other hand thrust inside me and curl up before tapping against my inner wall, I lose all control.

The few inhibitions I’ve been grasping at are out of my reach as I melt into my orgasm.

I can hear myself crying out, but I don’t have the energy to stop.

He swallows my cries with his lips as I ride out each wave of release. My body jerks and shudders and when his lips leave mine on a gasp, I’d almost swear he’s as far gone as I am. We’re being swept up in the moment and I don’t want it to end.

But when the restroom door swings open and slams against the wall, we freeze in the confines of our stall. I can feel my heart rattle in my chest. I’m not sure who just burst in, but they ruined my post-orgasmic glow, so I hope they have the night they deserve.

I also hope they’re not the general manager or a bouncer or an overly nosy patron who’s counting feet in every stall.

When my breathing slides back into the normal range, I realize it’s not just one voice I hear, but a trio of them. There’s a high-pitched giggle, a breathy moan, and…the Aaarrrgh! of a pirate?

I know it’s a costume contest, but that part’s over, right?

The mummy’s head swivels as he stretches to peer over the top of the stall. It feels as though the whole room goes silent for a moment until I hear the pirate say, “Well, shiver me fucking timbers.”

I have no clue what he’s talking about but the giggler giggles, the moaner moans, and the stall door next to us opens as they troop inside.

It is definitely time to find a little more privacy.

I figure the mummy must be on the same page as I am when he helps me put my costume to rights and then unlatches our stall door.

We slip out of the bathroom undetected but before I can say a word, he takes a step back from me and fumbles in his back pocket for his keys.

I’m impressed that his costume has pockets when his words stop my thoughts cold.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—I need to go. ”

Without any further explanation, he weaves his way back into the crowd, leaving me standing at the edge of the dance floor wondering what the hell just happened.