Bathroom Tryst

The next battle starts between two guys down below. Once again Faeton doesn’t make any sexual comments, why would he if there weren’t any women for him to ogle. Yuruki teases you, her hand running along your thigh, her breath on the nape of your neck. John and Humphrey are taking their time getting back. You’re on the verge of giving in when they finally appear once again.

You jump up from Yuruki’s lap, throwing your arms around John. “Congratulations,” you beam, as he tries his best not to spill the drink carriers in his hands. Your loins burn in anticipation for your impending bathroom trip, and the feel of John’s muscles under you touch aren’t helping.

“Thanks, you too,” he said doing his best to wrap his arms around you. “I bought drinks, to make it up to Humphrey for knocking him out.” He passes the carriers off, and Yuruki starts handing out drinks. John wraps his arms around you, and then you hear Opal’s voice congratulating John. You look back and separate from John’s grasp, allowing Opal to hug him.

“That Dede is a real piece of work,” John starts, “She kept asking me about what I’d do after beating you.”

“Don’t even get me started,” Paris pipes up at the mention of the reporter. Everyone laughs having already heard Paris rant.

John and Opal find their seats again and Yuruki is on you in an instant. Her arm hung around your shoulders. “We’re going to visit the little girl’s room,” she winks as she pulls you away.

“Oh, hold up. I need to go to, and then I should probably get down there,” Jack says putting her phone back in her pocket.

You’re a little lost on what to say, but Yuruki chimes in, “Well come on then.”

The both of them hold your hands as you make your way to the bathroom. Jack talks over her strategies, while you and Yuruki chime in. Jack relieves yourself while you wait next to the sinks, writhing under Yuruki’s attention. “Are you not— oh, whoops. Don’t miss my match,” Jack says realizing what the trip was really about.

“You want an O for the road? Help you, relax?” Yuruki offers holding out her hand, curling her fingers provocatively.

“I really should get down there,” Jack says, her voice giving away that she’d really like to stay.

You pull her in, planting a kiss on her lips. “You’re going to kill it out there. I’m going to see you in the Semis.”

Yuruki pulls Jack in next, shoving her tongue as far as humanly possibly into her mouth, “Good luck, Red.” She ruffles Jack’s short red hair, before giving her a slap on the behind as Jack leaves the two of you alone. “So where were we?” Yuruki asks with a growl that drips with her desire.

She pins you to the wall, her mouth on yours, her tongue counting your teeth. Her thigh pressed between your legs. You scrape your fingers down her back, feeling the tense muscles under the thin fabric of her shirt. You gasp as you’re lifted from your feet, Yuruki’s hands holding you up from your thighs. She carries you from the sinks, to an open stall.

With your feet back under you, she pushes you against the door of the stall. Your hand brushes through her hair as you hold her head, her lips kissing their way down your neck. The strap of your dress pushes further down your arm, as your hem line rides up your thighs. You moan out not caring if anyone can hear you, what does it matter they’ve already seen you fucking on national tv.

You gasp again as her hand finds its way to your panty clad sex. She covers your mouth once again with her own, stifling your gasps and whimpers. Her fingers slipping into your hungry hole, plunging in and out, the same provocative curl of her fingers doing wonders to your insides. By know your dress and bra straps have fallen aside, but Yuruki’s hand stops your breast from being fully exposed in the moment.

You grab Yuruki from behind, pulling her ass closer. Her body presses against yours, with each pull of her body you cause her palm to press harder against your mound. Each moment feeling like bliss. Yuruki takes over the rhythm, and your hand snakes back around, slipping beneath her waistband. Your fingers discover her own wetness beneath your touch.

The both of you let a moan escape, your lips brushing together as the sound emanates from between the barely existent gap. She brushes her cheek against yours, before letting a breathy whisper penetrate your ear, “Cum for me.” Her thumb thrums along the metal in your nipple, sending goosebumps across your chest. Her words barely have time to hang in the air, before your body clenches around Yuruki’s probing digits. Your world crumbling as your orgasm ignores everything but her touch. You instinctively grind your crotch against her hand. The cries of pleasure bouncing off the tiles of bathroom, any passerbys are sure to hear you.

“Mmmm, there’s a good girl,” she whispers, her hand leaving your panties. She cups your cheeks, the wetness from her fingers stick against your temple. She kisses you once again, your legs still quiver, the stall wall doing more to keep you upright then your own limbs.

Your haze is broken through by Yuruki’s own grinding against your own hand, still down the front of her pants. Her own pleasure obviously building as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. Your free hand traces the lines of her traps, down her lats, until you circle around to her abs. She quivers in your arms, she sucks on your shoulder, likely leaving a mark when all is said and done. Until she finally explodes, coating your fingers, relaxing into your arms, pressing you against the stall wall.

You pull your hand free, licking your fingers clean of her sweet fluids. She rolls her head, her face flush in passion as she gives you another kiss. Devouring you once again, until you hear the crowd picking up again. The battle is likely over which means Jack’s will start soon. No time for another round, so you help each other look respectable once again before making your way back to your seats among your friends.