Naked Secrets

She didn’t know what it was...maybe because it had been too long, or maybe because this man just knew his way around a woman’s body without needing to be told. His palm was firm on her hip, pinning her lightly against the cool wall of the stall, his body close enough that she felt every slow, deliberate shift of his weight. Her breath caught as his chest brushed hers, the movement unhurried, teasing, making her more aware of how little space existed between them. She wanted to take him home. Or maybe she wanted him to decide for her, to take her and erase the ache that had been coiled too tight inside her for too long. He didn’t rush. He didn’t push. His touch was unyielding but measured, fingertips tracing a slow path along her side, dipping just enough to make her body lean into his. Heat pooled low in her belly as he studied her face, eyes dark, mouth so close she could almost taste the promise there. When his thumb grazed the sensitive dip just above her hipbone, she swore she felt the whole room tilt. Her lips parted, a small sound escaping before she could stop it. He caught it with the faintest curve of a smile, then leaned in, letting his mouth hover at the edge of hers...close enough for her to feel the heat, the ghost of his breath...before he drew back just enough to make her want more. Every inch of him radiated restraint, and every second he held back made her pulse hammer harder. He was taking his time, making sure she felt every beat, every shift, every inch of anticipation...drawing her in until her knees threatened to give way. Her back pressed deeper into the wall as he closed the space between them again, this time slower, more deliberately. His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, guiding her closer until her body fit against his in a way that made her breath catch. She could feel the strength in him, restrained but undeniable, the kind of control that made her want to give in just to see what he’d do with it. His mouth brushed the corner of hers, light as a whisper, before dragging along her jaw in a slow, unhurried line. She tilted her head, giving him more, and the reward came in the form of his lips at the pulse point in her neck...lingering, pressing, tasting as though he had all the time in the world. Her fingers found the front of his shirt, twisting in the fabric. She wanted to pull him closer, to erase every inch of space, but he stayed just far enough away to make her ache for it. His hand drifted up her side, over the curve of her ribs, pausing just beneath where she wanted him most. The stall seemed smaller now, the air thick with the scent of him...clean, warm, and edged with something darker. He murmured something low against her skin, the vibration sinking into her bones. She didn’t catch the words, but the tone told her everything. When he finally met her eyes again, they were darker, heavier, the kind of look that made her knees soften. His thumb stroked a slow circle against her lower back, and she realized he wasn’t just touching her...he was memorizing her. Drawing out every second, building her up piece by piece until she was wound so tight she could barely stand still. Her breath came faster now, matching the steady thrum in her chest. One more step, one more inch, and they’d be past the point of no return. She wanted him to cross it. She wanted him to take her with him. Her breathing was uneven now, shallow draws of air that did nothing to steady the rush in her blood. He noticed. She could tell by the way his eyes lingered on her parted lips, the way his hand tightened slightly at her back, as if deciding whether to pull her that last inch closer. When he moved, it wasn’t sudden...it was intentional. His body pressed into hers, the heat of him chasing away the cool of the wall at her back. His hand slid higher, fingers splaying across her spine, keeping her there while his other hand traced a slow, deliberate path along her thigh. The touch was light, teasing, but it carried the weight of a promise. Her lips brushed his jaw, the faint scrape of stubble catching against her skin. She breathed him in, letting the scent and closeness pull her deeper into the moment. His mouth found hers then...not in a hurried clash, but in a slow, claiming kiss that sent a shiver straight down her spine. He kissed her like he had no intention of letting her go until she gave him exactly what he wanted. By the time he pulled back, her pulse was wild, her body pressed so tightly to his she could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her own. His thumb traced a lazy circle just beneath her hip, and his gaze locked on hers, holding her still. “Tell me,” he murmured, his voice low enough to blur into the thudding in her ears, “exactly how far you want me to go.” She swallowed hard, heat coiling low in her belly. “All the way.” A slow smile curved his mouth, his eyes darkening further. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as his hand began to wander again...slower this time, more deliberate, each movement tightening the coil inside her until it was on the verge of snapping. And just as her breath hitched, just as every nerve in her body braced for that final push past the point of no return ... His hands finally slipped beneath her dress. He found her panties, chuckled low in his throat, and tore them away in one sharp tug. She gasped ... a quick, stunned sound ... but before she could even form a word, he’d already spun her around. Her chest met the cool surface of the stall door, hands bracing instinctively, and then... One of his hands slipped beneath her dress again, trailing upward this time, slow and sure. When his fingers found her n*****s, she felt them in more than just her chest. Her body answered with a soft, desperate sound she didn’t realize had left her lips. She felt her core tighten ... a pulse, a purr ... a response so raw it stole her breath. “… Like that, yeah?” he murmured in her ear, his voice all heat and certainty. Then she heard it ... The quiet rasp of his zipper. Her breath caught again. Not from fear ... from anticipation, from the sheer heat of what was about to happen. The air between them thickened, her skin prickling with sensation as he stepped closer, her chest pressing on her back, heat rolling off him in waves. She could feel him ... the weight of him ... through the layers they hadn’t yet removed, and the hard confirmation of just how much he wanted her. One hand stood on her chest, still lazily circling her n****e through the fabric, while the other slid lower, guiding her hips into place with a control that was both possessive and patient. “You feel that?” he murmured, the tip of his nose grazing the side of her neck. “That’s what you do to me.” She swallowed hard, her legs trembling, her palms flat against the stall door for balance. Her voice failed her, so she nodded, barely able to keep her head straight as sensation eclipsed thought. The hand at her hip gripped tighter, then relaxed ... a rhythm he was setting, just with touch. She could feel every breath he took behind her, every decision he was making. It made her body ache. Then he leaned down, pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and whispered, “Tell me to stop.” She didn’t. Couldn’t. Then he suddenly felt warm against her. She shivered when his mouth met her n*****s outside her dress and she was glad she hadn’t put on a bra and a sigh escaped her lips… slowly his hands moved under the dress, and he pulled them over her head and at that moment, she honestly didn’t care if they were in a stall as his fingers found his way to her panties, and he plunged his finger into her c**t without taking off her panties and she gasped… ~ ~ ~ “Wh…” That was the most she could get out as he started f*cking her with his middle finger. She grabbed his hair– the only thing that she could hold as her legs were failing her. He stopped harassing her tit and looked up at her… then he… smiled?.. She couldn’t help but giggle like a school girl till he added another finger and started pumping into her with as much force and pleasure he could muster, and her legs finally felt like jelly, so he sat in the restroom while his fingers kept assaulting her c**t and his mouth ravaging her skin and she was sure she’d see bruises the next day “You like that, yeah?” she heard him ask, but she was more focused on f*cking his hand till she was c*mming all over his fingers, but he stopped and made her stand, which annoyed the hell out of her. He spun her to face the stall’s door, and she heard him tearing into a condom, and she could feel her kitty get excited, but he had other plans…. She felt his hands this time but not caressing her as he was doing before, and then I felt him at my a**hole’s entrance but hesitated. “You’re not a virgin, right?” “Just f*ck me” she said, tired of all the pauses and resistance, and he murmured incoherently before he thrusted into her slowly at first as though he were trying to get the feel of her… then he thrusted deeper and rougher, delving into her warm hole and slamming into her as she started dripped from her c**t “Touch yourself…” “what?..” “One finger in your c**t and stop talking” And she did as she was told, and he kept fu**king her like a crazed man, and she cried out at her first orgasm in her hands, but he didn’t stop. He tore off the condom as he was tired of not being able to feel her. He lifted her but realized it wouldn’t work, so he made her sit on the restroom lid and spread her legs apart. He slammed into her p**sy this time like he had a mission to accomplish, and her head hit the wall but she didn’t care if she was going to get a concussion or if they were going to ruin this toilet seat, but she wanted more of him, more than she had right now, so one of her hands went up to his back to pull his ass closer so that she could feel more, but the stall was too small, but they managed to make it work He put two fingers in his mouth and added them to her c**t, and she let out a shriek-moan, and he pumped faster with his fingers as his thrusts became slower…his left hand went to grip her throat–not tightly, but enough for me to know that this night was going to be one to remember, he whispered something, but I could swear I thought I saw heaven as we both came undone together.