I

We seem to have managed to avoid too many prying eyes as we leave the main room via different doors. The bathroom is under the staircase and you get there first, smiling - your cheeks a little rosier even than usual - and slip inside pulling the door mostly closed but not completely. I'm only a few strides away and glance around before I follow you in and close the door.

We leave the light off but start kissing passionately even as my hands are still locking the door - the effort seems a waste of the time they want to spend unlocking your dress, your bra, your everything. But we wordlessly exchange the understanding that there may not be time or room for all of that, but that this is a time for the bare essentials...we need to have each other, urgently.

II

We kiss hungrily, lips and tongues seemingly unable to choose which place or part of the other’s to settle on and hence writhing, wrestling… My hands can’t help reaching for your breasts through the tight-fitting top, although I sense they may not be fully in my hands tonight given our constraints. I groan ever so softly as I feel them press against me, you arching your back a little to encourage me and place them before me like forbidden delicacies, on display but out of reach of my mouth. They beguile and entice me just as you do - they are as lush and as inviting as the whole of you.

I reach down to pull your skirt up but you are ahead and helping me, hiking it up to your hips with a promising rustle, and, as my hand slides in, I am surprised and delighted to find no intervening panties - perhaps you came here earlier and took them off when you saw me arrive, or did you just not wear any? 

The question will not be asked in words tonight, but my hands take in the lovely answer anyway, as I trace the satin skin from your outer thigh up to your hip, and then slide my hand down between your thighs where my whole self seems to be called, summoned to the center of your desire.

III

As I press a finger inside you, I'm hardly shocked that what I find suggests desire, even need - you're as wet as I am hard, and although it seems to be a waste for my fingers to luxuriate in this, I slide the finger into the hilt and then draw it out while pressing against your pearl, sensing a whimper being suppressed by you as I find that place at your center.

But the matter at hand must be attended to. We both find ourselves fumbling with my belt and zipper and quickly my erection is free and in your hand, you caressing it gently, anticipating. 

Our height difference is a challenge and we can't quite hold a conference about this, so I grab your waist and rotate us around so the commode is behind me, and I sit on it. You get the idea quickly enough and still kissing me you start to straddle me, holding your skirt up and shuffling forward to encompass me between your legs...I hold your hips and together we lower you onto me, your vulva unerringly finding my eager head which needs only the most perfunctory guidance from one hand of yours to slip past your lower lips and inside. We both find ourselves suppressing audible sighs, of joy or relief, as our bodies find each other at last and I feel your soft warm pussy engulf my grateful cock. 

IV

Time is of the essence and we have a task to attend to - all this has taken place within a few seconds, although time seems to have stopped for us... You feel me deep inside you as you press your hips down fully onto me, and my hands in your thick hair press your mouth to mine while our tongues do what can only be called some fucking of their own, wet and wild all over each other. You get what traction you can and grind down onto me, our pelvises meeting and sliding back and forth as best we can. We break the kiss for a second, as both of us need to take deeper breaths what with your exertion and our shared excitement. As we pant in unison I push a hand inside your top and into your bra, tweaking the stiff nipple and whispering "Lottie..."

Even from this minimal stimulus, the arousal is so overwhelming that you realize all of a sudden, surprised, that you're about to come; you press your lips back to mine as much to suppress the noise, and as you groan softly and rhythmically I feel you contract around me as your thrusts surge and then pause with your back arching as the moment arrives and the waves wash over you. I'm grinning and panting at the tide of your pleasure tensing your whole body around and over me.

V

After the briefest of pauses, I signal to you, by pushing up gently at your waistline with my hands, that I want you to get up. You oblige, and as I stand in front of you I kiss you quickly and then sidle around you, so I'm behind you as you face the commode. You get the picture and lean forward, resting your hands on the cistern as I hike your skirt up and press my hard cock, slick from your happy time on my lap, against your buttocks and then bend my knees a little to guide myself back into you. My hands reach around to grab your full breasts, gripping them hard through your top, and I thrust with abandon, nothing on my mind except finishing this task and giving my load up to your body.

It only takes a few glorious thrusts; you whimper softly as you feel my cock flashing in and out, and I press my face into your back as the orgasm overwhelms me and I feel my cum shoot into you. I gasp and hold myself hard against you, as though to make sure the delivery gets home.  We are both panting, catching our breath, and working hard at keeping quiet when I know we would both be calling out if we had the time and space.

VI

We are leaning against each other, bodies still experiencing the waves of pleasure, but also quietly reveling in the mere fact of the other's closeness, even with your back to me. Yet we know we are out of time, and as I withdraw and arrange myself you turn and kiss me quickly, softly, but warmly as you feel to make sure our clothing isn't too disheveled, and for the first time I'm conscious of your scent, not just the perfume you put on earlier perhaps hoping you'd see me, but underneath it the sweet smell of your warm body as it has just found me and been found.

Still not having spoken a word, I crack the door open to make sure the coast is still clear. A woman is facing the other way talking to someone through the doorway into the lounge, and I step quietly towards her, blocking the view of the bathroom door in case she turns. You slip out the other way towards the kitchen, with the secret smile of the woman who has her lover's come hidden deep inside her.