Bathroom Stall

You can’t even bother closing the door. All you manage to do is close the toilet lid as you sit on it, slouch back, and watch your dick get harder. It could almost rip through your jeans at this point.

Michelle slowly opens the door as it squeaks and squeals. Closes it, locks it with a satisfying “click”. She’s right in front of you.

Her two hands grab onto each side of her sweater and she slowly starts to peel it off. She moves her hips side by side as she slides off her gray sweater with a cartoon bunny plastered onto it. Finally, when she reaches her titties, she stops for a second, as if to tease you.

“Wanna see them?”

You nod.

She raises her hands and in a sudden movement, her sweater comes up.

Out go the most beautiful, round pair of breasts you’ve ever seen. Her small pink nipples bounce and wiggle as her boobs move up and down so effortlessly and beautifully.

The bathroom stall is so ugly, green walls with obscene scribbles decorate the walls, the UV lights are too white, almost hurt your eyes, and the bathroom itself looks damn nearly abandoned.

However, all you can focus on is Michelle. The rest of the room is so ugly but she’s so beautiful, it’s almost as if she was the only one there. Her smile lights her face and takes the spotlight, along with her kinda curly hair which is now dropping to her pale breasts. You always see and feel them when they’re concealed, hidden in plain sight. Now, however, they’re there. They’re out in the open, they’re free. They are for you.

Michelle passes the sweater out of her head and throws it on the floor near the toilet. This way, it can be a nifty little cushion for her knees. Clever, right?

She bends over towards you, tits out, and gives you a strong kiss on the lips. You start making out, passing your hands through her bare back, feeling her skin. It’s so soft, so smooth as your hands move up and down her spine.

She’s frenching you, and really into it. Her eyes are closed, but you still take peeks through yours to see her hand slowly moving towards your pants.

The zipper slowly walks downwards as her hand reaches through your jeans and starts feeling your erect cock. It shuffles it around your underpants, poking it, squeezing it.

She pulls back from the kiss, but she’s still inches away from your face. Giving a naughty little smile, she asks:

“Aren’t you gonna take those off?”

That’s an easy “Yes.” right there.

You arch your back a bit and, elevating yourself from the toilet, slide your jeans off with your undies. Your dick pops out, before it was laying uncomfortably, but now it’s suddenly free. Also it’s indeed quite big. The rush of adrenaline gave you a big excitement.

Michelle gives you a last kiss as her hands grab your chest. You hear the sound of her lips smacking yours and get turned on even further, your cock throbbing in redness by this point.

She starts going down through your body, passing your torso until her lips almost touch the head of your penis, but you still feel them so present.

Her hands go through your pubic hair, shuffling it around. Her grin reveals a little bit of her sweet pearly teeth as she lets out a little laugh. Her hand is now in your cock, and moving it up and down… Slowly… Up… Down… Up… Down.

Two cute blue eyes are now staring intensely at you. Michelle stops jerking you off and asks: