Before the stall’s door even closes he is already throwing me against the wall. We could barely keep our hands off each other on our way to the bathroom. His mouth meets mine, hungry, eager, our tongues swirling against each other as the heat builds within us.
*Fuck, I want him so bad…*
He starts touching me softly under my short, red skirt. He slowly rubs my clit, his thumb working in slow, circular movements. Waves of pleasure shoot through my body. His lips start moving away from mine, waving a pattern of gentle kisses, moving through my cheek, my chin, my neck. He bites, softly, into my ear, and I cannot suppress the moan that slips through my mouth. What if someone hears us?
“Mm, you like this, don’t you,” his whisper washes the worry out of my mind as his thumb starts speeding up. He towers over me, tall, muscular, his strong arm wrapped around my small frame as he rubs me. I melt into his arms, the cramped bathroom stall disappearing into the background as all there is is me and him.