“This is really starting to get boring.” Her head invaded the space of my left shoulder while we continue listening to someone sharing his own piece during open mic.
“Aren’t you bored?”, she yawned. I looked to her and all I could see was her hair ever so brown. It smelled like candle wax, burnt because of the sun this morning. It was addicting. She’s addicting. I know her eyes felt like closing so she held my hand like she always does. Her hand cold as mine, I wonder if I could give her enough warmth. I don’t want her to let go. I like how her numb skin touches mine. It gives me chills on the inside; she’s an automatic heater. And it makes me feel good the next thing I know, my pussy is plunging itself inside this tight black skinny jeans.
She sat straight again for a while, still holding my hand, and fixed her hair with her long lady fingers. “I want those fingers inside me”, I thought. Covering them with my juices while she pushes them deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I am no longer in the mood to listen, but my ears long to hear her moan and beg. My eyes moved to her station and she’s already tired, bummed, I felt like she wanted to get some sleep. She rested her leg on top of mine, slouching. I wish she hadn’t done that. I wish she hadn’t positioned herself like she wanted me to put my hands in her pussy I’ve always wanted to see, her pussy I’ve always wanted to touch, her pussy I’ve always wanted to taste, her pussy I’ve always wanted to rub with mine… fuck.
I am wet.
I can feel my undies soaked. I think of hers, and it feeds my imagination. What if I touch her there? Will she stop me? Will I have to force her? Will she like it? I know she’s hiding a dirty persona. I know she wants her clit wet with my spit, her fuckhole pleasured with my tongue, my finger rubbing her asshole.
I want to grab her tits and suck her nipples right now.
“I have to leave”, she looked at her watch, “Yep, I have to leave now.” I gave her a poker face pun. “Really? You’re leaving me? Ugh. I hate you.” I actually want to lay you down in bed and kiss your nipples while my fingers play with your clit until your cunt is dripping wet. “I’m just tired and I can’t keep pretending to be awake. Lead me home?” I just replied with a nod and walked with her, her hands still clasped with mine. “Hold on a sec I have to pee. Where’s the bathroom?” Maybe I stand a chance, maybe this is the chance. “I have to go to the bathroom too.” I led her with the naughtiest intentions I have and she went to the last cubicle. I waited facing the mirror, trying to fix my hair, remembering my naughty agendas, and still being wet. I checked the other cubicles and closed the bathroom door. “Hey? I’ll be done in a sec!”
“You’re not yet done”, I stand in front of the cubicle, waiting for her to come out.
I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t hide this any longer.
I heard her flush. She opened the door. I grab her by the shirt and kiss her while another hand moves down her pants, touching her pussy above her smooth grey leggings. She tries to push me away, her legs withholding my hand in between her soft lining, trying hard to ignore how good it is.
“You’re wet”, I said.
“I have been”, she replied.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/59cfdd/bathroom_madness_part_1_ff