It had been an exceptionally wild night at the bar, one that had made me almost sorry that I'd come. Everyone was pushing, shoving, cheering, screaming, arguing, drinking, and groping. The only thing that made it worthwhile was seeing the butch that I'd seen, when I first walked in. A little shorter than me, with deep red hair and eyes that could have been blue...but more likely green. Her hair was short - almost a crew cut, but not quite so severe, and she was dressed in tight black jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket with enough chrome to make another bike.

I'd hoped to keep sight of her throughout the night, but it didn't happen that way. She was at the bar with someone, I was pretty sure of that, from the way she disappeared. Unless she left, and I was sitting close enough to the door to know that she hadn't. I hated sitting so close to the door, but with a crowd like this, I didn't have much choice.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore -- I'd had three drinks, and even though the last two were just Coke, they were really starting to run through, so to speak. I had to pee, and I had to go NOW. I started "excuse me"-ing my way through, but by the time I got halfway across the room it was more like, "Get the fuck out of my way before I piss on your combat boots, bucko!" I got to the bathroom and half walked, half fell in the door...and right into HER - the red-headed butch.

"Whoa, babe - watch it, there, hon," she said, grabbing me to keep me from going all the way down to the floor. Looking at the tile, I'd say that if I hit the floor it would take a crowbar to get me back up again, with all the dried alcohol, hairspray residue, and who knows whatelse. I looked into her eyes, and just stood there with a goofy grin on my face, and muttered, "Thanks."

"No problem," she said, but didn't let go of my arm. I looked at her, as she looked around the room. There were four stalls in the bathroom, three to the right of the door, one to the left (the handicapped stall, bigger, so it had to have special placement). She held me there, staring into my eyes, not saying a word out loud, but telling me not to move with the pressure of her fingers and the intensity of those eyes. Here, in the light of the bathroom, I could see that they were indeed blue. And very deep, as well.

When a little femme thing wandered out of the handicapped stall, obviously trashed and about to fall over, the butch shoved me in through the door, followed me in, then slammed the door behind me. I just looked at her, wondering what the hell she was doing...and getting incredibly turned on at the thought of what COULD happen. But it wouldn't, would it? She was probably going to kick my ass for some imagined slight, instead of what my brain was kicking out - a moment of passion guaranteed to set the sprinklers off.

"So...you gotta pee?" she asked me, and I nodded, still stupefied about her actions. "Well, go ahead," she said, turning her back to me. I hurriedly dropped my panties and planted my ass on the toilet, peeing while I checked out her ass in her very tight black jeans. Oh my god, she had an ass that would make any lesbian weak. I grabbed some toilet paper and heard her mutter, "Wipe it good." I stared at her back, but did as she said. I stood up and pulled up my panties, being careful not to catch them on the hooks of my garter belt. I was wearing my heavy cream-colored full-circle skirt tonight, with a garter belt and thigh highs, panties over the top (just in case *grin*). One good spin on the dance floor in this skirt, and everyone in the place would know what color panties I had on.

I stood up and flushed, and as I turned back, SHE was right there. I started to back up as she advanced until I bumped into the wall, cold tile pressing into my back. She reached out and grabbed my wrists, slamming them against the tile above my head and leaning on them with her weight. Her knee came between my legs and up, not hard, but not lightly, either. Just rough enough for me to know it was there. I gasped as she leaned in close to my head, and breathed in my ear - no words, just a long, sighing breath. Then...

"My name is Chris," she whispered lightly, breathily into my ear. "I saw you when you came in and decided I wanted you. I don't give a shit who you are or who you're with...you're mine for the moment, and I intend to take advantage of that. I hope you don't mind if I make you scream right here in the middle of this bathroom...you don't, do you?" I couldn't say or do anything - the feel of her hot breath, coupled with her deep voice like a combination of silk and burlap somehow, made me shiver from head to toe. Apparently my tremble she took to be an assent, and her lips found my neck, kissing, sucking, nibbling. I sighed, and relaxed as one of my wrists was released so that she could fondle my now-rock-hard nipple through the flimsy blouse that I wore (braless, as usual). I moaned, and she put her fingers in my mouth to quiet me. I sucked at them, licking and lapping, wishing they were her clit or her nipples, but making due with what I could for the moment as her knee came up more firmly against my already-wet pussy.

I could hear a pinging and realized it was the buttons from my shirt being bounced off the toilet bowl as she jerked the front of my blouse open so that she could get her mouth onto my nipples, biting and sucking them once she did. I moaned again, but quieter this time, aware that we might get busted at any moment.

Her knee had been removed from between my legs, but still I found my hips rocking back and forth as though it were still there, wishing for something - anything - to relieve the tension that she'd built there in a record short time. I sighed as her mouth worked its way across my nipples, first one, and then the other. Then, without warning, I could feel her hands creeping up my legs, along my stockings, and around my waist. They dove beneath the edge of my panties, grasping, pulling, until she had them around my ankles. At that point, she backed away just a bit, looking at me as a signal to step out of the panties - which I did. She looked at them, smiled...and tucked them into the inside pocket of her jacket!! "Just a souvenir," she smiled, and pulled at the hem of my skirt.

She lifted the bottom of the skirt and looked up, to see how I was dressed, and then brought her head back out again, with a smile on her face. "Good thinking," she said, and dove beneath my skirt again, her hand pushing my leg over until I threw my foot up on the seat of the toilet, her tongue going strait to my now-soaking pussy. I couldn't believe that I was standing in the bathroom at the lesbian bar, being eaten by a gorgeous butch!! I was stunned, but it didn't stop me from enjoying what she was doing to me, her tongue working its magic. I wanted to watch, though, and I lifted my skirt, gathering it at my waist so that I could run my fingers through her auburn crewcut, watching her eyes close in ecstacy as I touched her face. I knew that it wasn't going to take me long to cum for her, and I hoped it was what she wanted. I could feel her fingers creep up and slide inside me, and I began to ride her face, one hand holding my skirt as the other twined in her hair...just grasping for purchase as her talented mouth seemed to not only suck the juices from my pussy but the strength from my legs as well.

I watched her beautiful face for as long as I could, but soon the pleasure was too much, and my head fell back against the tile, my mouth open, issuing small sounds that weren't words. My grip in her hair tightened, loosened, tightened again, and it was there, my orgasm, my pussy spasming around her probing fingers, her mouth and tongue going wild on my clit. I tried not to cry out, and almost succeeded, releasing only a small mewling cry. She pulled away as my orgasm subsided, wiping her face with my skirt. I slowly slid down to the floor in front of her, gasping for breath, my knees together but my feet a good meter apart. She smiled, got to her feet, checked the jacket pocket for the panties again, popped the lock on the door, and was gone.

I sat there for a moment longer, then slowly got to my feet, still a little shaky. I walked out of the stall, hanging onto the door, the tile wall, the door frame on the way out. I looked around for her, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. I searched the bar, but no luck. I sighed - had I dreamed it all, was she even real? I'd probably never see her again.

I sat down at my table again, and the waitress came over to my table with a glass of ice water. She had a puzzled look on her face as she set it in front of me and said, "This is from the gentlewoman at the bar..." and pointed...to her, the woman from the bathroom. She also laid down a single sourball...with a piece of paper wrapped around it.

I unwrapped the paper, and read it, and smiled, looking up...only to find her gone again. The paper read, simply:

"Thanks."