Interruptions

Leaning against the wall, I think to myself that he has two minutes before I head back to my office. Just as I'm ready to take a step away from the wall, he walks past me, flashes a discreet wink and disappears behind a door. Within a minute, he pops his head out the door, nodding at me to join him. He holds the door open for me and leads me by hand to the last stall. As I step past him, his hand flips up my skirt, and he caresses my bare thigh. Sweeping my hair back from my neck from behind me, he trails his tongue from the nape of my neck to my ear, pausing just long enough for a quick nibble before I spin around to face him. I reach behind him, locking the stall and impatiently grab a handful of his ass.

The door opens. We both freeze. He eyes me, asking me questions with his eyes that I don't answer. The light overhead gleans off the forest green tile on the walls. He pulls at my skirt, lifting it ever. so. slowly. A crooked smile appears on his face at the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. And then. Footsteps. Sink faucet. Splashes. Towel dispenser. Door. While tracing the invaders moves with my mind's eye, I somehow miss seeing him unbuttoning his fly. When I focus on him again, he's looking down, rolling a condom onto his rock hard cock.

I notice small beads of sweat start forming on his forehead as he leans his head forward and blocks the bright overhead light from my eyes. I lick his fingers, pull up my skirt, and he moves my pants aside just before he pushes his fingers into me, wiggling them slightly as he pushes them as far as he can. He pulls the wetness out of my pussy along with his fingers, and his eyes go wide as the door opens again.

Impatiently, I squeeze my eyes closed, bite my lower lip and crumple my skirt in my fist. I feel him lean his face closer to mine, and he kisses my neck and shoulders so softly that I can barely tell the kisses from light touches. His breathing has started to shallow. As the door closes again, I open my eyes to him, barely a few inches from my face, staring hungrily at me, his hard dick in his hands.

Leaning my head back, I barely touch the cold tile with the back of my head before he plunges his cock into my wet mound, catching me off guard. I let out a very slight squeak, and he narrows his eyes at me as if to remind me that I agreed not to make a sound. Apologetically, I purse my lips together and slightly crumple my forehead at him as he pounds into me, practically lifting my feet up from the floor.

Moving a hand to my clit, I start to rub myself in small circles. Looking up to place my unoccupied hand on his shoulder, I witness him staring hungrily at my hand, a look of utter fascination in his eyes. Nearing my own release, the corner of his eye crinkles slightly and I know he's close. His eyes follow as I draw my hand up to my mouth, lick one of my fingers and then suck on the other one. His pace quickens, he's panting and alternately biting his lower lip and opening his mouth. The door opens.

He doesn't seem to care as he continues ramming his dick into me, throwing me against the tile wall with each and every thrust. I clench my fist around the shoulder of his shirt, lean my head forward and rest it on his collarbone, holding my breath. His hands grasp desperately at my hips, his palms holding me in place. I can tell that he's nearly there, and begin to repeatedly squeeze his prick every so lightly with my pussy. He stops breathing for a few seconds and then his fingers press firmly into my hips as he tilts his head back, mouth wide and eyes closed. The door closes as he pulls out of me and pats me on the thigh.

We both smooth out our clothes, replacing them to their normal state, and then he steps out of the stall, goes to the door and peaks out. His hand gestures for me, and as I slide past him through the doorway, he winks discreetly and kisses me on the forehead.