Ruby mounts Jimmy

Ruby remained on her knees for a moment after Jimmy pulled his penis out of her mouth, the absence of its weight leaving her oddly light-headed. She sat back slightly, her breathing uneven, her lips still tingling from the friction. Her mind replayed the sounds she had made—the soft, wet noises that had filled the space, mingling with the low hum of the fluorescent light above. The memory of those sounds embarrassed her, a reminder of just how much she had given to the moment, willingly or not.

Her fingers brushed against her thighs as she tried to ground herself, her cheeks flushed with heat and shame. I can’t believe I did that, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek. The reality of what had just happened washed over her in waves—each one bringing with it a strange mixture of indignation, curiosity, and **** acceptance.

From her position on the floor, she looked up to see Jimmy now fully undressed. He’d stripped without hesitation, tossing his clothes into a careless pile on the ground. His bare body was on full display as he sat on the toilet, his penis looking noticeably harder and slightly larger than it had before. It stood with an unmistakable readiness, and her eyes lingered on it for a moment, a new flush spreading through her as she took in the sight.

Jimmy leaned back casually, his arms resting on the sides of the stall, his posture relaxed yet commanding. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Take off your panties, your toe-flats, and your socks. Keep the rest on.”

Ruby hesitated for the briefest second, then pushed herself up from the floor. Her legs wobbled slightly, the cool air of the restroom brushing against her bare thighs as she steadied herself. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes, instead focusing on the task at hand. Her fingers moved to the hem of her skirt, lifting it just enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid them down her legs, the soft fabric brushing against her skin as they pooled at her feet.

She stepped out of the panties, then slipped off her toe-flats, placing them neatly to the side. Her socks followed, her bare feet meeting the cold tile floor, the chill sending a small shiver through her. Her skirt fell back into place, the hem brushing against her thighs as she straightened.

Ruby took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she stepped closer to Jimmy. The vulnerability of her partial undress left her hyperaware of every sensation—the cool air against her skin, the slight weight of her clothing, and the way Jimmy’s eyes followed her every movement. She stopped just a step away, waiting for his next words, her thoughts once again a storm of conflicted emotions.

Jimmy’s smirk widened as Ruby stepped closer, her bare feet making soft sounds against the tile floor. He leaned back slightly on the toilet, his posture radiating confidence and control as he gestured toward her with a lazy flick of his fingers.

“Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Ruby hesitated for the briefest moment, her heart pounding as her legs carried her forward. The faint chill of the restroom’s air brushed against her exposed thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through her body. When she reached him, she paused, unsure of what he intended next.

Jimmy leaned forward slightly, his hands lightly gripping her hips. “Straddle me,” he instructed, his voice firm but casual, as if this were the most natural request in the world.

Ruby swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. Her body moved almost automatically, responding to the tension in the air. She stepped closer, one leg lifting to rest on the outside of his thigh, then the other, until she was standing over him. Her skirt draped around her hips, brushing against his bare thighs as she positioned herself.

“Lower yourself down,” Jimmy said, his hands guiding her gently but deliberately. “Right above me. That’s it.”

Ruby’s knees bent slightly as she followed his direction, her hands lightly gripping his shoulders for balance. The position brought her body tantalizingly close to his, her exposed heat hovering just above his rigid penis. The sensation of his skin brushing against her inner thighs sent a jolt through her, making her acutely aware of how **** she was in this moment.

She felt the faintest pressure as the head of his penis brushed against her entrance, separated only by the smallest gap. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath as she realized just how close they were. Jimmy’s hands remained on her hips, holding her steady but not forcing her, as if savoring the anticipation of what would come next.

Ruby closed her eyes briefly, her mind spinning with thoughts of what she was doing, what she was about to do, and the choices that had led her here. The moment stretched, heavy with tension, as she waited for whatever would happen next.

Ruby’s mind swirled with the weight of the moment as she hovered just above Jimmy, her bare thighs brushing against his. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, trembling slightly as she steadied herself. Her heart raced, the anticipation almost unbearable, and her thoughts drifted to a truth she couldn’t ignore: I’ve never done this before. This will be my first real time.

The realization sent a shiver through her. Every experience before this had been solitary, guided by her own curiosity and the toys she’d cautiously explored with. Those moments had been hers alone, under her control, without another person involved. Now, as she felt the heat of his body so intimately close, the reality of sharing herself in this way for the first time hit her hard.

Her breath hitched as she began to lower herself, the tip of his penis pressing firmly against her entrance. The sensation was unlike anything she’d felt before—a combination of heat, pressure, and anticipation that made her legs shake. Ruby hesitated, her body instinctively clenching as her mind raced. This is really happening. This is me, choosing this.

As she descended just a fraction more, the pressure increased, her body stretching to accommodate him. The head slipped in, and a soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening at the sudden, intense sensation. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Her lashes fluttered as the shock of the entry spread through her, her expression a mixture of awe, surprise, and something deeper she couldn’t quite name.

Before she could fully process it, her knees gave slightly, and she lowered herself all the way in one swift motion. The fullness overwhelmed her, a sharp gasp leaving her as her body took him completely. Her face contorted slightly, her mouth falling open as she adjusted to the unexpected depth. Her hair shifted with her movements, strands sticking lightly to her damp skin as her chest rose and fell with shallow, rapid breaths.

Ruby’s eyes squeezed shut momentarily, her mind trying to catch up with the sensations flooding her. The stretch, the fullness, the heat—it was all so much more than she’d anticipated. This is real, she thought, her fingers gripping his shoulders tighter for support. This isn’t a toy. This is… him.

Her body trembled as she adjusted to the newness of it all, her lips pressing together in a soft pout as she exhaled shakily. The slight shock from the sudden depth lingered, but so did an underlying sense of wonder at the experience. Ruby opened her eyes again, her gaze meeting his briefly before flickering away, unable to hold it for long. She stayed still for a moment, her pretty face still flushed, as she took in every sensation, every detail of what it felt like to share herself like this for the first time.

Ruby’s breath hitched as the reality of the situation settled over her like a heavy weight. It’s really inside me now, she thought, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensation of fullness. It was unlike anything she had imagined—more intense, more intimate, more real. Her body adjusted slowly, every nerve alive with the newness of it, her muscles trembling slightly as she tried to relax.

Jimmy’s hands slid up her sides, pulling her closer against him. His touch was firm, almost possessive, as his arms encircled her waist and held her in place. Before Ruby could fully process the moment, his lips captured hers again, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a deep, insistent kiss. She gasped softly against him, her body still trying to reconcile the sensations of his movement and his presence inside her with the sudden intimacy of his kiss. Her lips moved hesitantly at first, responding to his intensity, her mind spinning as she tried to keep up.

Jimmy began to undulate his hips beneath her, his movements slow and deliberate. The motion sent ripples of sensation through her, causing her body to sway slightly in rhythm. Each shift of his hips pressed him deeper into her, intensifying the connection and forcing her to focus entirely on the physical reality of what was happening.

Ruby’s bare legs, stretched on either side of him, glowed under the harsh fluorescent light of the restroom. Their smooth, soft skin caught the faint sheen of sweat beginning to form, emphasizing the delicate curves of her thighs and calves. Her feet rested lightly on the floor, her toes curling instinctively with each subtle motion. The contrast between the stark cold of the tiles and the heat radiating from their joined bodies heightened her awareness of every sensation. Her legs, usually an afterthought in her own self-image, seemed impossibly graceful now, the soft contours of her muscles flexing faintly as she adjusted to his movements.

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as she leaned into his kiss, her thoughts still swirling. This is happening, she told herself again, her mind unable to fully comprehend the enormity of it. He’s moving inside me, and I’m letting him.

Jimmy’s grip on her tightened slightly, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, guiding her subtly into the rhythm he was setting. Ruby felt her heart pounding, her face still flushed as she tried to stay present, her body following the flow even as her mind struggled to catch up.

As Jimmy’s movements continued, Ruby’s thoughts drifted back to Ethan and Tiffany, their faces flashing in her mind amidst the haze of sensations. What am I doing? she asked herself, the weight of guilt and disbelief tugging at her conscience. She thought about Ethan’s kindness, his quiet strength, and how he’d stepped in to protect Tiffany. And then there was Tiffany herself—****, shaken, and pleading for help. The memory of Jimmy’s audacity, his smugness, and his complete lack of remorse reignited a flicker of indignation.

He doesn’t deserve this, Ruby thought again, the familiar mantra echoing in her mind. His penis doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve me. The thought lingered briefly, but it was harder to hold onto this time. The sensations coursing through her were pulling her into the present, dragging her away from the judgment and the anger that had felt so clear before.

Jimmy’s hands tightened on her hips, his lips moving from hers to trail down her jawline and toward her neck. The heat of his breath against her skin made her shiver, her body betraying her conflicted mind. She felt the steady rhythm of his movements beneath her, the way each thrust sent a wave of pleasure radiating through her, making it harder and harder to focus on anything other than what she was experiencing.

Gradually, the thoughts of Ethan and Tiffany faded, like distant echoes swallowed by the intensity of the moment. Ruby’s focus narrowed to the sensations—the way her body moved with his, the warmth building inside her, the subtle ache as she adjusted to him fully. Her thighs, initially held tensely, began to relax and spread wider, her knees angling outward as she found herself giving in more and more. Her feet dragged lightly against the floor, her toes curling involuntarily as her body sought to match the rhythm he was setting.

Her subtle shifts in posture—her thighs opening wider, her hips tilting forward—didn’t go unnoticed by Jimmy. He picked up on her cues, his movements becoming faster and more deliberate, matching the growing intensity of her arousal. His hands gripped her more firmly now, guiding her into his pace as he began thrusting more assertively, the sound of their joined bodies filling the enclosed space.

Ruby’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as she surrendered fully to the sensations. The thought of who Jimmy was, what he had done, and how undeserving he might be of this moment all but disappeared from her mind. There was only the now, the overwhelming experience unfolding between them, and the undeniable connection her body craved in the moment.