"Fucking gorgeous," I mutter, sliding my hand down between her thighs. Her legs part for me immediately, and when my fingers brush over her panties, I nearly lose it.
She's soaked. Completely drenched, the panties wet and clinging to her pussy.
"Jesus Christ," I breathe. "You're so fucking wet."
"Please," she whimpers, and I don't make her beg any longer.
I hook my fingers in the elastic and pull her panties to the side, exposing her. Her pussy is swollen and slick, practically dripping for me, and I slide two fingers through her folds before pushing inside.
She moans loud and unrestrained, and her inner walls clench around my fingers like a vice.
"That's it," I encourage, starting to pump my fingers in and out. She's so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect. "Take it, baby. Take my fingers."
She rocks back against my hand, meeting every thrust, and her moans fill the small space. I can feel her thighs trembling, can feel how close she already is, and I'm rock hard thinking about how she's going to feel wrapped around my cock.
I'm already picturing it: bending her over, sliding into that tight, wet heat, watching her ass bounce as I fuck her. Hearing those moans get louder and more desperate. Feeling her come all over my dick.
My cock throbs at the thought, and I add a third finger, stretching her. She cries out, her forehead pressing against the wall, and sweat is starting to bead on her skin. I can see a trickle running down between her breasts, those incredible breasts that were pressed against me on the dance floor, and I want to lick every drop.
I'm just curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her when the bathroom door slams open.
We both freeze.
Footsteps. Someone's humming, off-key and drunk. A stall door two down from us opens and closes.
The woman in my arms tenses, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with panic. But I don't stop. I keep my fingers buried deep inside her, keep them moving in slow circles against her G-spot.
Her eyes go wider, and she shakes her head frantically, but her pussy clenches around my fingers, betraying how much her body likes this. Likes the danger of being caught. Likes the feeling of my fingers inside her while someone's just feet away.
I lean in close to her ear, my lips brushing the shell of it.
"Quiet," I whisper, barely audible. "Stay very quiet."
Then I press harder against that spot inside her, and she bites down on her palm to stifle her moan.
Fuck, she's perfect. Sweating and desperate and so goddamn wet that I can hear my fingers working her pussy even as we're trying to stay silent. Her free hand reaches back, gripping my thigh, nails digging in through my jeans.
The person in the other stall is taking their sweet time. Rustling. More humming. The toilet flushes, and I feel the woman in my arms relax slightly.
But then the person goes to the sink. Washing their hands. Taking forever.
And I never stop fingering her. Never stop that slow, torturous rhythm designed to drive her insane. Her thighs are shaking now, her pussy fluttering around my fingers, and I know she's close. So fucking close.
Sweat is dripping down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her throat, running down into her cleavage. Her dress is still bunched around her waist, her incredible ass on display, her panties pulled aside to let me finger her while a stranger dries their hands not ten feet away.
Finally, fucking finally, the bathroom door opens and closes.
We're alone again.
The woman immediately lets out a long, shuddering moan, her whole body going limp against the wall. Her hand drops from her mouth, and she's panting like she's just run a marathon.
"You're a fucking idiot," she gasps out, but there's no real heat in it.
I chuckle, still working my fingers inside her, and lean in to kiss her neck. "Not my fault you're so hot I can't stop myself."
She makes a sound that's half laugh, half moan, and rocks back against my hand one more time. She's right there on the edge, her pussy clenching, and I'm about to make her come when she suddenly pulls away.
My fingers slide out of her, and I'm about to protest when she spins around, yanks her dress down, and says, "I can't do this."
