You can't say no to that face

You let her take your arm and help carry her quivering body to the staff room. Sam opens the door for you.

You set her down on a chair and look at her with concern. "Emily, do you need me to call you an ambulance?" You ask.

"This has never ... happened ... before" she says, with her eyes fixed on your crotch. She slips her shoulders out of her overalls and they fall to her waist and you notice her hand slipping into the pants. "I just feel ... so good."

"This is highly--" Your voice trails off as the sexy moans from the pretty barista sitting in front of you distract you.

She looks up at you with sweet eyes. "Will you fuck me?"

Your biology kicks in: you can't say no to the sweet sexpot in front of you. "Is there somewhere more private?"

With renewed vigor and one hand still in her pants, she grabs your wrist and pulls you to the staff bathroom. You can barely keep up with the girl you practically carried here moments ago.

You barely notice the shabby brown tiles and hanging incandescent bulb in the unkempt cubicle, thanks to the girl in front of you letting her overalls drop to her ankles and lifting her black top over her head. She kisses you excitedly, spins around and puts her elbows on the toilet lid, bending over and exposing her perky ass to you. You see flashes of her fingers as she rubs herself as she waits.

Flustered from the escalation, you step out of your own pants and look for a hook, finding one on the door.

"What is taking so long?" She backs her ass into your crotch and moans. "Do I have to get it out for you myself?!"

You fumble to hang them, realising you didn't bring protection. "I don't have.."

She moans in desperation, knowing exactly what you're going to say. "For goodness sake I'm on the pill, can you just be inside me already?"

Her moaning was all the encouragement you need to forget about your surroundings. You pull down your briefs and your member springs out, ready to go. You slip into her wet pussy with surprising ease and she screams in pleasure, as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life.

You've never seen someone react like this, and it serves to turn you on even more.

You catch her hips as her legs buckle, and keep pushing into the squirming girl. You feel her clench around you, lost in the overstimulation.

It hasn't been 12 hours since you last had sex; you have the benefit of some additional stamina. You wonder to yourself how long you'd last with this kind of stimulation on a normal day as you enjoy her.

After a few minutes, frustrated that she can't control the tempo, she leans forward and you slip out of her. She turns and puts her arms around your neck. She gasps from the cold (and disgusting) wall on her bare back as she wraps her legs around your hips. You're surprised at her strength as she bounces herself along your length. You're even surprised at your strength as you carry her weight.

Finally, you feel yourself approaching your climax. She keeps humping against you even after you finish, until your strength diminishes. "Okay," you groan and put her down on the closed toilet.

You perch on the sink, looking around for tissues.

She gasps for air, trying to speak to you, "That was not ... sex ... that was ... supernatural. I need to sleep. I can't work like--"

Her words remind you that you were meant to be at work 20 minutes ago. "Shit! Work!" You tidy up what you can and pull up your pants and resign yourself to showering again when you arrive at the office.

She looks up at you with sweet, slightly crossed eyes.

You try to find words to conclude. "You were ... "

Your own awkwardness pains you. You hurriedly kiss her cheek instead, and leave her in the cubicle. You rush out of the coffee shop, deliberately avoiding eye contact with her colleague, Sam.

You hail the first taxicab you can find, flop inside and before you pass out completely, you tell him where you're going.