It is the end of a very long day. You've had a raging hardon most of the time. You rub yourself, wondering if you want to risk getting off here, or wait, when you spot a girl in the men's room, peering around the corner, watching you in the mirror.

She may not realize you've seen her.

"I-is anyone in here?" You ask, wondering why she's not scared. The other stalls remain empty, and the only door is the one you came through. She pokes her head out a little further. "Who're you?" she whispers. "Were you watching me?"

Your blood rushes with equal parts fear and desire, and you keep jerking off while waiting for her reply.

Her face is so close now, and your dick inches closer to where it desires.

"Yes!" you whisper, breathlessly. Her eyes go wide, then narrow as she focuses on your crotch. "Why were you..." But before she can finish, your free hand grasps her arm roughly, pulling her closer still. Your throbbing erection is so close to her face...

"You're stressed?" she whispers, tilting her head curiously. She can feel your dick throbbing against her cheek, the tip brushing along her lips as you speak. The warmth, the smell of it...god, it feels so good. But she doesn't want to get in trouble. "I shouldn't be here..."

"Really?" she asks, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking back down at your cock. "But... won't anyone find us? We shouldn't..." She trails off, leaning forward slightly, her lips parting around your shaft as if she's trying it out. Your balls tighten in response.

Her hair cascades down over her shoulders and around your thighs like silk, blocking any light that might otherwise enter. The moist heat of her breath fans across the length of your dick, sending shivers down your spine.

The feel of her warm mouth engulfing you like this...it's incredible. Your hips jerk forward, driving deeper into her mouth with a groan. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, eliciting more pleasure than you ever knew possible from just a mouth. God damn, she's good at this.

Her small hands grasp your thighs, holding herself steady as she takes more of you deeper into her throat. You reach down to fondle one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, pinching and rolling the hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger. She moans around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of desire through your body.

"Mmmhmm..." she mumbles between sucks and licks. Her other hand slides down your stomach, tracing circles around your navel before slipping lower to find the elastic of your briefs. She tugs at them gently, pulling them out from your body and tosses them aside so they land in a heap on the floor nearby.

Her bare fist curls around your shaft, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth as she takes you deeper still. You can feel your control starting to slip away, replaced by an overwhelming need for release. "I..." She pauses for a moment, lips parted, eyes closed. "...can't... I won't..."

Her words are drowned out by the sound of her own wet noises as she takes you all the way to the back of her throat and then pulls off with a slurp

The feel of your hot cum exploding onto the back of her tongue sends shudders through every part of her body. She swallows eagerly, her throat working as she tries not to gag on the thick stream. But even as you shoot your load, another part of you slips free of your pants and presses against her still-wet folds.

Her eyes meet yours, wide with desire and a hint of fear as she realizes what you're doing. "Don't..." she whispers, but it comes out more like a plea than a command. Her hips rise up to meet your thrust, her need for release as strong as ever.

"Don't... please don't..." She grips your shoulders tightly, arching her back as you stretch her opening wider and wider with the blunt head of your cock. "I want... but not here..."

As if sensing her acquiescence, you push harder, forcing yourself deeper into her tightness. She gasps in pain and pleasure, teeth clenched so she doesn't scream out loud. Your hands slide down over her ass, lifting her higher onto your pelvis until she's barely able to touch the ground any longer.

Her nails scratch at your back as she struggles to keep from collapsing completely. With each powerful thrust, you drive deeper, closer to the edge of oblivion. The wet sounds of flesh slapping together echo off the tile walls around them, growing louder with every passing moment.

Her moans mix with yours, a messy, desperate symphony of desire and need. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, blood pumped alight by the frantic pace of your hips and hers. You can feel your release barreling down on you like