“Oh,” I moaned, when things started to heat up. He was pressing his cock against me, and I knew where this could quickly lead.
“Not here. We can’t.” My panting voice sounded almost pained from the words.With reason.
He cursed, but didn’t let me go.
“You good? We good?” he asked, and I nodded. I did feel better. If I started to go down this path again, I just needed to remember this moment. It was real. We were real.
“Good.” He gave my ass a swat before he took a step back, but I guess he didn’t consider that he was keeping me stable on the sink, and my ass fell into the bowl.
That had a motion sensor to run the water.
On my ass.
“OH MY GOD! SO COLD!”
I hopped off the sink so quickly I thought I was going to slip and bust my backside.
“And that’s my cue to leave.” Joel was making a quick escape, and I wanted to throttle him. My ass was soaked right down my crack. It looked like something tragic happened in my pants.
“Joel! I need help! I can’t go out there like this.” I quietly yelled at him to help me in this predicament. He put me in it, technically.
“Just say you had an accident.” He was trying not to laugh.
“What am I, four? I’m an adult. We don’t pee or poop ourselves.” But God, that’s what it looked like. He ran off, and I was stuck trying to dry my butt under the hand blower.
I decided I’d just stay there for however long it took, but then the door opened again, and Joel came back carrying a dress from wardrobe.
“Here, found you this. It was the only thing I could grab quickly.” He handed the old-looking dress over, and the displeasure I felt for him evaporated.
“Thank you.”
“Just call me the Superman to your Lois.” He stood tall, with his hands on his hips like the superhero he thought he was.
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the stall so I could change and get back to work.
“Yeah, that doesn’t work either,” I heard him mutter as he left the bathroom.
