Tig!

He had broken up with his girlfriend, and she had nothing steady going on. A bit of flirting here and there, but not much more than that. They had known each other for so long, so it seemed obvious as they were standing there on the crowded dancefloor. They moved closer to each other. Her hands slowly moved down his back and grabbed his behind - so perfect it felt under her hands. Discretely, his hand traveled over her shirt, and gently squeezed her breast - so wonderful it felt in his raw palm. Their lips met, and so did their hips. She felt his hard cock against her. They silently agreed to leave the dancefloor. They went to the men's room, which was practically empty as they entered. They quickly entered a booth and locked the door. She opened his jeans and pulled them down, and pulled down his boxers, revealing an impressive arousal. He ran his hand up under her skirt, only to learn that she wasn't wearing panties. As her teasing gaze met with his, he lifted her up and nailed her to the wall of the booth. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him as he entered her.Their lips met again in a passionate kiss. He began thrusting, and her moaning followed his rythm. Soon, he couldn't hold back - moans escaped his throat as he went harder and faster.
She moaned louder. She was twisting as he was filling her with the pleasure of his size and ability. She hadn't felt anything like this for some time - and this was "just" a kneetrembler at a disco restroom.
He held on to the wall as he felt himself closer to the edge - he went faster, harder, and roared as he started to cum.
She felt him cum inside her, and screamed with pleasure as she was finally pushed over the edge.
Safely back on the ground, she smoothed out her skirt as he put back on his jeans. They entered the club, smiling. Noone had heard them over the music.