Chapter 95: A Caught Up Heat in Washroom (R-18)
The women’s washroom in the Grand Mall casting a harsh glow over the gleaming white tiles, the faint drip of a faucet the only sound besides our uneven breaths. The cubicle felt impossibly small, the locked door sealing us in, the distant hum of the mall’s shoppers a world away.
Sara sat on the toilet seat, her jacket open, her skirt hiked up, her black stockings looking hot as fire against her thighs. Her boots rested lightly on the floor as she grabbed the hem of her panties, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion.
She slid them off her legs, tossing them to the tiled floor, her pussy exposed as she parted her legs wider, her sultry gaze locking onto me, bold.
"Kneel down, I said," Sara commanded, her voice low, sharp, a mix of desire and authority, her eyes narrowing slightly, her hands resting on her thighs, daring me to hesitate.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my hands clenching in my pockets, the weight of Aeri waiting back at the restaurant pressing heavy on my chest.
"*Gulp* B-but Aeri’s waiting for us... outside..." I said, my voice hesitant, my eyes flicking to the locked door, the thought of Aeri’s warm smile twisting my gut with guilt.
Sara’s glare sharpened, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "That’s why you better do it fast before my mind changes and I show her our clips," she said, her voice cold, her threat slicing through the air, her eyes glinting with a mix of menace and amusement.
My stomach dropped, my breath catching, the threat of "clips" shaking me. I couldn’t risk it, not with Aeri so close, not with everything I was hiding.
"Okay... okay..." I said, my voice tight, dropping to my knees fast, the tiles cold and hard against my jeans, my hands trembling slightly as I braced myself.
"Now come and eat your food," Sara said, spreading her legs wider, her pussy open and inviting, her stockings framing her thighs, her boots shifting slightly as she leaned back, one hand gripping the cubicle wall for balance, her smirk softening into something hungrier.
I crawled forward, the tiles into my knees, her scent of pussy hitting me first—musky, warm, a mix of her day’s shopping and raw desire.