"ARE YOU GONE NUTS?"

Replies Miranda, basically shouting right in Tom's face.
He doesn't even flinch, rather he seems to have almost been expecting this reaction.

"I'm just mad with love, babe..."

"Ugh, stop being so creepy for once!" She hisses in much lower tone yanking his dick with ****.

"Hey! It's everything all right in there, Miranda?"

"Yeah yeah, don't worry Nicole..." She yells, glaring at him.

"Has this ever worked with a girl? I mean, any girl?"

The acoustic of the empty bathroom lets you ear what should be a pretty much a whisper.

"Why? Jealous?" Chuckles the douche with glint in his eyes.

"Well, every girl needs a different strategy..."

"Uh-huh ... so, let me guess... Is it being annoyingly creepy for me? You know what? Don't tell me..." Miranda sighs looking around the room, apparenly amused by her own wit.

Clean and apparently almost unused, with barely just one handkerchief of a towel hung near the sink, the bathroom doesn't really offers much to work with if she still wants to create some kind of curtain by herself.

"Why on earth I should prefer taking you in my mouth, rather than simply jacking you off, just to avoid having to use the toilet in front of you, is a mystery that only your very special brain could solve..."

"Hey, you can't blame a man for trying. Besides, I tought it was you who did say you'd never show me your pussy..."

"I didn't say 'never'..."

"You didn't, uh?" He grins, like her words actually mean more than they actually do.

"Tsk, very well, I give up ... let's get this over with. You keep your mouth shut at least ..." She sighs again before dragging him backwards towards the toilet.

"Need help with that?" Ask her Tom seeing her struggle with the button of her pants.

Evidently, having to use just one hand while with the other she has to keep stroking the douche's big cock, isn't exactly the easiet thing to do.

"Listen, don't make this more akward than it is... I should .. just ..."

You look away for a mere second, just the time to get in a more comfortable position without making any noise, that when you look back inside, Tom's hands have reached for Miranda's waist and are unfastening the button in her place, without even giving her the time to react.

"You're welcome ..." He smirks as she glares at him and brushes off his hands.

She would proably like to yell at him again, but given Nicole is out of the door, she must have decided to bottle-up her anger and keep any heated comment to herself.

"Ok, now if I can only manage to ... Geez, never thought it would be so complicated with just one hand..." Snorts you crush in frustration.

Her hand, after having easily unfastened the zipper, slips inside the hem of her pants and clumsily starts peeling the clinging skin-thight fabric off her hips.

"Here, let me help ..." Says Tom, and again before she's able to protest, he hooks in them with both his thumbs as well and yanks them down to her groin.

" H-Hey! Stop, I don't need any help with those ..." She protest startled, the moment she realizes he's going to do the same with her panties.

You hear something snapping under your feet, as you almost fall back on your butt for the surprise as well.
Fortunately, inside the bathroom no one was paying attention ...

"I could have done that by myself, you know?"

"Please, it would have taken forever. Besides, it has been a pleasure for me ..." Replies the douche, smugly observing your crush exposing herself, now effortlessly pushing further down, all the way past her knees, both her leggings and underware together.

A trimmed bush of thin pubic har is now all that stands between her bare skin her Tom's lecherous gaze.

"I have no doubts it has ... Well, tresure this moment, because this will be the only chance you'll ever get of seeing drop my panties for you willingly ..." She snickers, attempting to hide her akwardness in having to keep jacking him off while naked from the waist down.

"Oh, you can count on that ... I'll make the most out of it, you can be certain..."He replies with a disturbing confindence.

"Nice lil' pussy, by the way..."

It is indeed nice, even from your farther point of view, but here Tom again offers evidence of bluntness.
He really dosen't seem to have understood how much at discomfort Miranda is right now.
There is nothing sexual about this moment for her, why he doesn't seem to get it?

"S-Shut up! I'm trying to forget you're even here ..." She hisses the moment she hurriedly sits in attempt to cover herself.

Doing so tough, his bulging erection ends up right in front of her nose.
Immediatly she looks away, which means in your direction, redness lighting her cheeks.
You duck back, suddenly struck by how akward is to spy on her while she pees.

Hey! If the douche watches, why shouldn't I?

Again, no one saw you, so no one will actually ever know about it.
You catutiously peek back inside.

The room is filled with the noise of running water, now pouring down from the faucet in in the sink.
She must have asked him to turn it on to cover the any noise she could make when you weren't looking.

Tsk, girls! She has been jacking the guy off for more than half an hour, he has seen her pussy, but she can't stand that he hears her pissing...

As seconds pass, you realize that you have now way of knowing if she has actually started doing what she has to do or not, if not by looking at her expression.
She dying of embarassment, that's for sure, her face held in the plam of her hand.

Tom's quite happy of the situation on the contrary, in fact his erection has visibly stiffened under her touch.
Not that he has ever gone actually soft since you started spying on them, but before he was just hard.
Now instead his cock looks so hard that it could as well be made of concrete, its natural slight-upward bent, sharpened to the point it seems a the ramp of a rollercoaster.

You can't help but think that getting aroused by seeing a girl taking a piss is really weird, even for someone like Tom, but again, you have to admit you are not exactly unaffected yourself either...

When she reaches behind her for the toilet paper, you know Miranda is most likely done.

"Need help with that too?" Asks the douche, startling her.

"N-No!"

Again, coordinating boh her hands in such different tasks seems to prove quite diffcult for her.
You see her biting her lips as she thoroughtfully dryes herself, glancing upwards to an increasingly oblivious Tom.
He seems to be pretty into it right now, eyes closed, his ragged breath echoing in the bathroom, his body wobbling istictively to meet Miranda's strokes.
Who would have thought that this thing would have such an effect on him?

Apparently satisfied, your crush pulls herself up standing, using Tom's throbbing manhood pretty much like an handle.
Balance fails her, when she inadvertedly brushes it against her own naked cheek, the moment she briefly turns her back to flush.

"Woah!" She squeals while falling, almost like burned by the contact with its hot, throbbing tip.

Quickly, Tom's hands grab her around her waist, pulling her closer and thus stopping her fall, her free hand the only thing that prevented her face to hit against his shaven muscular chest, give his lack gentleness.

"T-Thanks ... just ... let go now!" She stutters.

"Wait wait wait ... Don't stop! Just ...just a little more ..." He bellows assertively, pushing clumsily his hips against her, his cock slipping under her hem of her top, its engorged head digging into the naked skin of her belly.

Miranda flushes violently.
You'd expect her to immediately push him away, but instead, she lets out a ragged sigh, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, and then begins to quicken her strokes.
Tom eagerly starts to buck his hips, lowering himself on his legs a bit.
She doesn't push him away even when his hands move down from her waist to grab and handful of her butt, squeezing it hard enough to cause a suprised, involuntary gasp to slip out of her mouth.

His fingers are plunging into her flesh and his low grunts have already filled the bathroom, when the tip of his cock slides into Miranda's seric bush.
You watch them remain still, heaving one next to the other for a good minute after that.
When Tom steps away, they look at each other in silence, both quite flustered.

"Get out. Now." Says Miranda dryly, before turning your way and walking in little steps towards the sink, her pants rolled up around her calves, confering her gait a somewhat comical look.

As she does, you notice the thick huge white splotch smudging her pubic hair and part of her belly.