She ran straight into the female restroom, the one at the back of the building and I followed her.
I shut the door then took her in my arms.
We kissed, knocking teeth against teeth in our hurry.
My hand went under her skirt, inched up and found the spot.
She was wet.
“You’re a bad girl,” I said as I slipped a finger in.
“And you are a saint,” she said lifting one leg unto the sink to allow me free rein.
We kissed as I worked on her from under and then when she could take it no more she turned around, lifted her skirt and offered me her pubis.
I reached into my wallet, pulled on a condom and entered her straight from behind.
I rode her from the back like a rodeo, one hand by her waist, the other palm over her mouth to muffle her moans. Rachel was a loud one.
“Let me ride you,” she said as she pushed my hand off her mouth.
So, I sat on the toilet seat and watched her mount me and as she did I undid her white top and freed her boobs.
She was screaming and trashing as she came and then while she had quietened down a bit I turned her around and found my own climax.
We were sweating by the time it was all over.
“I should have listened,” she said as she made herself decent.
“Listened to what?” I asked as I tucked in my shirt.
“To Bola’s warning.”
“Really? And missed this?” I asked as I pulled her towards me.
“You’re a bad man,” she said then kissed me on the lips.
“Bad things are good for you,” I said and kissed her back.
Just then someone knocked on the door.
By Oshoko Bushushu