“If you make a sound, I will be throttling a corps, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I say as my fingers tighten.
You manage to nod an understanding as my grip loosens. My right hand pulls the hem of your polo shirt out of your jeans as I tell you to lift your arms over your head. You obediently raise your arms and I pull your shirt over your head, but leave your arms in the sleeves. I tie a knot with the rest of your shirt keeping your hands tied by your soft polo. Leaving your bra fastened, I pull up your cups and am surprised to see that you have bound your breasts in an ace bandage. Removing the bandage, I am greeted by your light pink nipples that are surprisingly erect. Your breasts are full and heaving in time with your gasps of breath. I plunge your right breast into my mouth and suck violently as if nursing as my tongue encircles your hard nipple. Your entire areola is in my mouth as my tongue squeezes your tip to the roof of my mouth. A soft moan escapes your lips as I pull your jeans open.
Pushing you aside, back to the rear wall I spin around as I hear the bathroom door open and shut. My adrenalin pumping in my temples I quickly realize that it was the sound of someone using the men’s room next door. I turn to you with a smile as I see that you had your chance to scream, or strike from behind, and you chose to do nothing.
I pull you towards me again, and turn you facing a stall. Another push sends you through the door and straddling the toilet. You are teetering for balance as you have only limited use of your hands. With both hands on your waist of your jeans, I pull down sharply. Down to your knees, then I lift one leg and pull them all the way off. With your jeans and panties pooling around one ankle I push you forward so you are bent at the waist with your arms bound together, over your head holding on to the tank of the toilet. Your face is looking straight down into the bowl of the toilet.
My hands rest on your tight ass, I look down and my fingers trace the tattoo of a nautical star with wings on your lower back. That’s when it hits me. This is no little girl, This is a grown woman dressing down to look like a little girl. As my left hand continues to follow the lines of the tattoo, my right hand caresses your tight ass. It slowly moves down to the tender spot where the back of your thigh joins your buttocks. I patiently press on to the raised area of your outer labia and am surprised to find it sopping wet. I haven’t even entered your vagina and you are so wet you are oozing down your legs. I trace a finger outside your lips realizing that I must have scared you so bad you pissed in your pants. Bringing that finger to my face, your aroma greets me before my finger does. This is not piss, this chick is HOT. I slide my finger in my mouth tasting your succulent juices. I love eating pussy, but not here, not now, no time for that. While I lick my finger clean, my other hand has moved to your pussy and without entering you I have been spreading your juiced all over my hand. I then extend my hand and rub your juices over your bulging clit. Another moan escapes your lips as I realize that I am playing with a shaved snatch.
I can take no more. I pull my own pants down around my feet and line my throbbing member up with the opening of your slit. Your juice quickly washes all my precum from my cock and the smell of your womanly scent fills the stall. I pop just the head of my penis inside your tight walls. This is no virgin pussy, but it is nice and tight. I trace the tip of my cock from the base of your lips to the tip of your clit popping my tip out when I reach your clit, extending my length over your clit, then withdrawing back to the base of your opening. Again and again I slide my cock up and down your slit and over your clit until my cock is dripping with our love. I slide my hands up the sides of your abdomen, up your ribs, and cup your large breasts. They are firm with youth and large as if you were in your early twenties. Your nipples are as hard as my cock and I squeeze and roll each one in time between my thumb and forefinger. This time, this thrust, I will not pop out. I send my length inside you, inch by inch, my blue veined shaft disappears inside your warmth. We moan together. As my left hand continues to play with your nipple, my right reluctantly leaves it’s post and traces a trail down your back. I lower my hand until my fingers are at the base of my shaft and the opening of your vagina. I love the feel of my shaft plunging past my fingers on its mission to shoot my seed deep inside your womb. My greedy fingers push inward, wanting to be inside you as well, but your tight walls wont allow more than a tip, and that is just not enough.
Unsatisfied, my fingers withdraw from your folds and climb upward. They spread our dripping juices, stolen from our sex, onto your tightly puckered anus. My middle finger pounds on your sphincter, making squishy sounds as it splashes in our lubricant. Pressing onward my finger slips past your opening. Your muscles tense up as if trying to expel me, but the only thing that escapes is a gasp from your full lips. Deeper and deeper into your anus I send my well lubricated finger until I can feel my manhood and its repeated strokes filling your vagina. I am getting lost in the moment, relaxing and taking longer strokes. Your vagina has accommodated my girth and has loosened up enough that I can pull completely out of you on the reverse stroke, and slam back in until my balls hit your clit. Sliding down my left hand, abandoning your soft breast I hold your left buttock. My right middle finger is buried in your ass and my thumb is resting, guiding my stiffness back into your folds on every return to your depths. I look down between us and see that every time I withdraw, a silvery strand of our juices extends from your pussy, about four inches, to the tip of my shaft. Every return stroke sends the silver strand to drip down your leg.
The rhythm is intoxicating, my brain is a fog, my balls are pulled high as I feel that I am about to send my load deep to your cervix. I can tell by the way that your walls have tightened that you to are close to cuming. My left hand moves to your clit so I may give it regular strokes from my finger when I hear the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. This time it is not the men’s room, as I hear the clear sound of footsteps moving towards us. I lean back effectively closing the door behind us, but it would be obvious to this intruder that there are four legs in this stall.
The steps lead to the stall next to ours as I hear the latch on that stall close. We are frozen together, nether of us moving or making a sound, holding our breath as we hold off our orgasm. The sound of urine hitting a full bowl of water smacks me hard as an alarm clock that rings an hour early. Awakened from our passion we wait silently for this interloper to leave. Sounds of shuffling, sounds of sighs, I am shocked to see a bony hand appear from the next stall.
