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Roger
Thank God for whoever cleans the bathrooms of the New York City courthouses. And for all the tax dollars that support the custodial staff and pay for the rest rooms’ general upkeep. The courthouse johns are surprisingly pristine and sturdy, I now know.
The thrill of how the case turned around has more than my hairs standing up. Natalie’s desire is evident, as well. There’s obviously no time for a quick jaunt to somewhere for ensured privacy. Nidi has said to stay close, anyway, in case the jury comes back with a quick verdict.
So instead of popping out somewhere, Natalie and I tumble into one of those well-kempt restrooms, already intensely making out. We’re in a pink-tiled, multi-stalled women’s bathroom, but neither of us are paying attention to the décor. Our only focus is each other.
We kiss deeply as our hands mess with each other’s hair. Already, she and I are making little moans of desire as we make out.
Then we hear a bathroom flush. Natalie and I come up for air and freeze. A stall door opens. A mousy woman that I recognize as our courtroom’s stenographer steps out. She comes up short when she sees us.
“Hello,” Natalie and I say simultaneously. I give her an innocent wave with my fingers.
We must be quite the unexpected picture, our limbs intertwined, our hair and clothes already very much askew.
Natalie giggles. I mostly manage to hold it together.
The stenographer takes a full twenty-seconds to diligently wash her hands. All the while, Natalie secretly teases my balls through my pants. The situation and her roaming fingers bounce me back and forth between trying not to giggle and starting to take sharp inhalations of enjoyment.
Finally, the stenographer leaves. I crouch down to insure there’s no one else finishing their business. Then Natalie and I getbackto business.
When I turn to her, she’s already pulling her panties off from under her dress skirt, slipping them over her heels. She stuffs them in one of my suitcoat pockets. I undo my tie as she ravenously unbuttons my shirt. She runs her nails along the front of my body. She traces the curve of my pecs, drags her nails softly along the ridges of my abs.
Then we kiss deeply again. I can feel her nipples pressing against her dress shirt. She can no doubt feel my hard-on pressing against my pants. What’s about to happen feels like more than the celebration of how things appear to be turning out. More than a release from the thrill and tension of the courtroom drama.
It’s like a culmination to this whole saga. It feels well-earned for both of us.
With a quick movement, I lift her sit up and onto the edge of one of the sinks. She sucks on one of my earlobes, her tongue occasionally flicking around the ear, sending ticklish quivers of delight down my spine. I work on unbuttoning her blouse to just below her navel. I pull down the front of her bra and expose her beautiful breasts.
She grabs one, lifting it slightly to me as I bend my mouth down to it. I lick and suck at the erect nipple. Then I work my way up her neck and back to her mouth. After another deep, wet kiss, I trace a reverse path down her neck and to her other breast. I roll my tongue around the areola, gently cross it back and forth along the nipple. She gives an “mmm” of appreciation before directing my mouth back to hers.
As I kiss her and fondle her breasts, she undoes my pants and strokes up and down along the length of my member. I slide a hand between her thighs. She is already wet as I play with her clitoris, getting her even more ready. Then she directs me inside her.
I slide in deep. She arches her neck, her head back as she takes the full length of me. I kiss and lick her neck. I start to move in and out when –
Footsteps. The unmistakableclack-clackof high heels coming down the hallway toward us. Natalie and I lock eyes. She starts to laugh.
“Shh!” I hiss.
Still deep inside her, I lift her off the sink and carry her into a stall. I kick the door shut and lock it.
We wait there. She has her back against the stall door. Her legs are around my hips, her arms over my shoulders. I’ve got my hands under her ass, supporting her, and she is still taking in the full length of me.
Someone comes in. We can hear her humming a pop song to herself. We listen as the sink turns on. Then I watch through a crack between the stall door and stall wall as some lady lawyer starts re-applying her make-up.
Natalie begins to gently grind on me. I nearly let out a moan. To keep our covers, I kiss her deeply. Then, I gently tweak one of her nipples. Natalie lets out a little chirp. She immediately gives me a sharp but playful accusatory look. I grin back.Two can play at this game.
She grinds around more, nearly making me call out in pleasure. In ‘retaliation’, I put my thumb against her clit and start to bring her more ecstasy. She opens her mouth wide but manages to keep silent.
The game of it all just turns us on more.
It takes about five minutes for the woman to finish up. In that time, Natalie and I continue to make quiet, slow love. Our bodies move almost imperceptibly. Yet the excitement is intense. Perhaps it’s the thrill of being caught combined with everything else. We’re both on fire for each other.
We slide and groove just enough to send little quivers of delicious sensations snaking through our bodies. Each penetration increases our desire. Each one acts like a tease, and also like a promise of what’s around the corner.
Finally, we hear the woman leave. Alone again, it’s like I’m unleashed. I thrust with a deep, purposeful rhythm. I angle myself in such a way so that with every push into her, my cock passes across her most sensitive spots. It’s like I’m playing every note in a chord precisely, cleanly, the final effect both balanced and pleasing.
Natalie responds in kind, using her inner muscles to provide me ever increasing stimulation. Using her heels gently in my back, she dictates the pace she needs. Now and again I alter it to surprise her, keep her just this side of cumming.
