Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I’m expecting my client to come pretty sharp since he’s thrusting so fast, but instead he slows down. His hips slide back and forth in long, slow sweeps, and I could curse since I was so ready for it. My pussy is tense with the need to come along with him.
Another bastard tease.
What a fantastic playmate.
The flow of bathroom traffic eases off, but he places a hand on my back to keep me in position, his hips moving so slowly, it’s almost torture.
My arms are aching from being braced so hard, and it feels precarious. I want to shift my weight on the toilet seat, but I’m too scared it will clank and clatter. So, I stay in position, like I’m instructed.
Still, his hips sweep slow, and I have no way of communicating. I’m too hemmed in to even turn my head towards him.
When the next wave of traffic comes in, I get it. The adrenaline floods fresh as new feet trample through, and cubicle doors slam and locks sound out all around us. People’s chatter echoes around the room as the stranger inside me speeds his thrusts back up.
This time I take a chance, counting on the busyness of the activity around us, and I slam back to meet his thrusts without care for the sound of flesh on flesh anymore. I need it. I’m too horny to stop.
The hand dryers are blowing and the taps are flowing, people tramping all around when User 6309 comes inside me. Three big thrusts and he keeps his cock buried deep, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks as he unloads. And then he’s a gentleman. He reaches around and strums my clit until I’m a shuddering mess, cresting my own waves of pleasure with his cum deep inside me.
It sure feels good being Holly the whore tonight.
I’m still braced on the toilet seat when I hear my client zipping up his pants. I stay in position as he reaches for his coat, since the cubicle is too crowded for us to move around freely. And then he stays there. I feel his presence at the door.
I’m recovering from my orgasm, still breathing heavy over the toilet bowl when the footfall eases off outside. I hear the main entrance door thump closed, and then nothing. Bathroom empty.
The silence is a crazy contrast, but still, I don’t make a sound.
I wait until my client leaves the cubicle before I get back to my feet, arms aching. I lock the cubicle door and sit down on the toilet bowl, wiping myself clean of his dripping cum.
There is no sign of my panties as I look around. They were on top of his rolled up coat last time I saw them, so I guess he’s kept them as a memento. He’s welcome to them.
D&S I message Josh, then sit back, a proud smile on my face.
He soon pings back… Enjoy the thrill, baby?
I’m grinning as I type my reply.
Enjoy doesn’t cut it. It was AMAZING. But I forgot one thing. I press send and leave him hanging.
The ping comes quick. What did you forget?
My clit’s actually buzzing again as I type my reply…
I forgot just how damn horny public sex makes me. I want you naked when I get home. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It’s awesome to have a few clear days with Josh by my side, both of us free from work. We’ve both kept our calendars free. Proposals done and dusted until next weekend.
There are a million things I love about our line of work, but our freedom of scheduling is a big one. We’re going to have more than a single ‘date night’ basking in our love for each other, and my growing steadiness is making that so much easier. Dare I say it… so much more fun.
Now the elephant in the room has been acknowledged, it feels lighter between the two of us, too. The loss of Heath is now a shared pain, out in the daylight, rather than a stab buried deep out of view.
Such a relief, even though it’s hard.
“What do you want to do today?” Josh asks on our second morning together, trailing his fingers up my stomach as we lie in bed. “Are you ready to venture out into the great outdoors?”
I still get a flash of nerves at the thought of venturing out anywhere. It makes me stiffen up, and Josh’s fingers pause with the stomach trail.
He snuggles in, kisses my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I mean going out for a low key dinner, not hitting up the highlife of Mayfair.”
Damn, it’s been ages since Josh and I have been out to a restaurant together. I haven’t even considered it since Cannes. I miss the browsing of menus, and sipping wine while we laugh and chat, and play footsie under the table.