Trip to the restroom

As the movie progressed, our touches became bolder. Tyrone’s hand slid up my arm, his fingers ghosting over my shoulder. I felt a shiver run through me at his touch, and I knew then that I wanted more.

Leaning in close, I whispered in his ear, “I need to use the restroom.”

Tyrone nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you want me to come with you?”

My heart raced at the suggestion. We both knew what would happen if we went to the restroom together – there would be no turning back. But the desire that had been building all night, all week, was too strong to ignore.

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.

With that, we both stood up, making our way to the exit as discreetly as possible. The theater was dark, and most people were focused on the screen, so we managed to slip out without drawing too much attention to ourselves.

The moment the door to the theater closed behind us, Tyrone pulled me into his arms, his mouth crashing down on mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as our tongues danced together.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he growled against my lips.

I smiled, my fingers threading through his hair. “Me too.”

Without another word, Tyrone took my hand, leading me down the hallway towards the restrooms. We passed a few people on the way, but no one paid us any mind. They were all too caught up in their own evenings to notice us.

As we approached the men’s restroom, Tyrone pushed open the door, quickly glancing inside to make sure it was empty. Finding it vacant, he pulled me inside, locking the door behind us.

The restroom was small, with only two stalls and a row of sinks. Tyrone didn’t waste any time, pushing me up against the wall as his mouth found mine once again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our kiss deepened. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that matched my own. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

Tyrone broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he looked into my eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, my pulse racing. “More than sure.”

With a growl, Tyrone lifted me up, carrying me into one of the stalls and setting me down on the sink. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close as we began to frantically remove each other’s clothes.

Our breathing was heavy, the sound of our heartbeats pounding in our ears. I couldn’t believe what we were doing, how far we had come in such a short amount of time. But as Tyrone’s hands found my bare skin, all doubts faded away.

He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth as his fingers moved down my body. I gasped as he touched me, my body responding to him in ways I never thought possible.