“Sure?”

“Sure?” You say. With your positive consent, Lynn launches herself at your exposed chest, incidentally pinning you to the wall of the restroom. Her hands grope every inch of your pecs, digging out each detail of your skin with vigor.

“Damn,” Lynn growls, “these babies feel even better than they look.” Her fingers pounce on your nipples, rubbing them harshly between her thumb and forefinger. You feel yourself twitch out of the sudden pain and Lynn smiles.

“Does that feel good?” She asks, with a big stupid grin on her reddened face.

“Ow!” You snap, grabbing her wrist forcefully. “Are you trying to give me a titty twister?”

“Oops,” Lynn replies, breaking out of your grip and going back to petting your chest, “I’ll be more gentle. Here.”

Then this girl leans into your chest and just kisses your nipple hard for several seconds. You feel your face scrunch up in an awkward mixture of electric pain and warm wet pleasure.

“Did kissing it make it feel better?” She asks, smiling impishly.

“Sure.” You sigh, watching as a string of spit from her lips to your nipple sags and then breaks. You can feel your face getting red, you’re definitely exasperated at this little woman and her less than gentle hands but horny all the same. The fact that you can see the white hot lust she has in her eyes is exciting. The way that she lewdly runs her hands up and down your chest, grasping for whatever definition there is whether it be your ribs or your pecs does not seem to make a difference to her. The jury is still out on the way that she is quite literally salivating all over you though.

“Can I do it again?” She asks, biting her lip.

“Yeah―” you begin and her lips are already teasing your nipples, her warm if clammy hands travelling over your chest. You make the briefest of eye contact with her through her cloudy glasses as she swaps over to kissing and teasing your other nipple; her eyes are unfocused, her breathing hot and ragged on your skin. Her hand snakes up to your pec and she squeezes it, pressing the flesh together as she licks the tip of your nipple. It sends a pleasing shock down your spine that terminates at your quickly engorging member.

“God you are hot.” She growls to herself as she moves back over to work on your other nipple, leaving a ring of hot wet flesh in her wake.

“You think?” You chuckle.

“Yeah I do,” she grumbles, kissing little circles around your nipples, “I’d play with these boys forever.”

You feel her thigh press into you and make contact with your crotch and you go stiff as a plank of wood.

“Good?” she pantes, looking up through foggy glasses with her big dark eyes.

“Uhh―” you quaver back at her. You feel her thigh move again, pressing harder against your cock and your eyes go wide.

“Does it feel good?” She requests, hungrily licking her lips at you. Her chest is heaving in time with yours, the mirror in the bathroom is quite foggy, and your back is to the wall in this phone booth sized train restroom. The hairs on the back of your neck go up at the same time that your cock reaches full mast, sandwiched between you and her thigh. You also feel her hands start to dip down your chest and stomach, friskily touching your sides all the way down.