Let this happen

You feel Lynn’s hands descend down over your hips to your crotch. Between her thigh and the wall there’s nowhere for your pecker to hide as her greedy digits home in on it.

“Oh,” she purrs as she finds your cock through the fabric, “that’s nice.”

“You like it?” you ask.

“Absolutely,” she replies, rubbing your length up and down, up and down. Her big breasts and small torso heave in time, mesmerizing you as she seems mesmerized by your member.

“Can I touch your tits?” You ask.

“What?” She replies, looking up, brow furrowed.

“Can you take your shirt off?” You ask.

“Anything,” Lynn smiles mischievously back at you over the rims of her glasses. “Here.” She says, handing her glasses to you and peeling her shirt up and over her head. Now you can see her bare chest heaving up and down, her plentiful breasts threatening to spill out of her bra at any moment. Your hands seize her warm titflesh, squeezing it and kneading it.

It does not take much groping on your part for her tits to fall out of her bra, exposing her brown nipples that each end in a massive areola that encircle a painfully hard nipple. They are hot in your hands, slippery with sweat, and so very very soft. It’s been a long time since you touched a woman this way and you can feel it in the pulsing pain in your loins.

A pain not helped by a pair of wayward hands that keep squeezing it and pressing it against Lynn’s thigh. After a particularly harsh squeeze from her you twitch, nearly cumming in your pants, and hiss at Lynn.

“Can I see it now?” She asks, still holding on to it.

“Sure,” you answer incredulously, happy to pull your long suffering hard on out in front of this horny little lady. You start to undo your belt, fighting clammy and shaking hands.

“Hurry! Hurry!” She breathes, wiping sweat away from her brow and boring her eyes into your crotch. There’s a bit of performance anxiety as your belt and then pants fight back against you, but you **** them down anyways, and your cock springs out of its erstwhile prison, bobbing happily in the warm air of the bathroom.

“Oh God!” You gasp as she roughly grasps your white hot member, eliciting a fat drop of precum from your urethra, her eyes locked on the fat tip, her mouth drooling.

“Fuck its perfect!” She moans, sweat dripping off her chin and down onto her tits. She looks up at you, eyes clouded with passion. “I want it!”

“Yeah?” You reply, eye twitching from her not-so-gentle treatment of your johnson.

“Mhm!” She moans, biting her lower lip as she starts to undo her belt one handed. “You’re so hard!” She leans into you, your cockhead poking her soft stomach. “I can’t wait to have you inside me!” She growls.

Your heart jumps and you give out a little gasp at the idea of this little sexpot just giving her sex up to you that quickly and readily. Your cock, for what it’s worth, twitches in her hand in approval.

It also twitches when she lets go of it, putting the slippery hand on the bakelite wall of the bathroom to give her some much needed balance as she shimmies her pants down her legs.

“Sit!” She mutters, pointing at the toilet. It’s awkward to shuffle over to it and down on the closed toilet lid with your pants around your knees while also sharing the closet sized space with Lynn but you manage it in your excitement. Meanwhile Lynn unclasps her bra, dropping it in the sink and advances upon you. Thank God she is so small or else there would be no way for the two of you to fit together in this tiny bathroom.