Just at the wrong time the door to the men's room swooshes open. Not now! I'm right there... Right there! I grit my teeth and freeze, keeping very still. The stall door two cubicles down squawks on its hinges and the metallic jangle of a belt buckle sounds loud in the silence. I can feel you tense beneath me, your manhood hugely swollen in my steaming sheath. As silently as I can, I pull my legs up so that they won't be visible beneath the partition. It's difficult to balance on your lap that way, straddling your hips as I face you. I suppress a giggle. You give a warning frown and shake your head. Quiet, Sara.
Of course he would have to use the toilet instead of a urinal. "Hurry up!" I shout silently. I was seconds away - seconds! And now this interruption. You wiggle slightly inside me, striving to maintain your arousal, and I respond by contracting my pelvic muscles rhythmically. S-q-u-e-e-e-z-z-e--e release. S-q-u-e-e-e-z-z-e--e release.
You moan quietly, but it seems to echo from the tiled walls. Sh!
The man sits silently for a bit, no doubt hoping that you are nearly through and will leave him in private. But after a moment he sighs and there are.... sounds. OMG! This is SO EMBARRASSING.
Embarrassing - but exciting as well. Sara, you are so sick. I squeeze harder and wiggle my nubbin just the slightest bit on your pubic bone. Oh God, I'm sooooo horny! If I could move just a little.... just the slightest amount....
Your hands on my hips clench with fingers of iron and you shoot me a warning glance. But not before I feel your phallus twitch and pulse within me. Oh, yes! You're close, too, Chris! I bend to meet your lips in a silent kiss, the slight rocking of my pelvis sending electric shocks up my spine.
The bathroom door opens again. We freeze. A pee-er this time. Oh my God, I can hear him tinkle. This is so gross! But a fresh surge of moisture between my legs betrays my excitement.