.. but she cannot make a sound. She tries to remain still. "Follow me" I whisper. She does. She follows me into a unisex restroom, and I shut the door and lock it behind her. No one else noticed us entering the restroom together.
We are alone. "You have such a lovely face" I say as we stand before the large, ornate mirror. "Lovely... so lovely." I'm behind her, and I trace my fingers across her neck and jawline.
"Beautiful facial structure... checkbones... lips... nose..." She feels my fingers exploring the nape of her neck, her chest, the valley at the top of her cleavage. "So lovely, " I whisper. "And her breasts...." Slowly I unfasten the buttons at the top of her sundress. As we both look in the mirror I slowly pull back her top and expose one breast. "Shuuuu.... we must be quiet..." Her nipple is erect in the reflection in the mirror.
"Lovely... so beautiful..." I whisper next to her ear. We both look in the mirror as my finger circles her nipple, lightly...with my other hand, I reach down and around her, under her dress. Again, she feels my finger on her clit. "oh... no, please! We mustn't. Not here... Someone might come." "Shuuu..... the door is locked" After a while she can take this no longer. I sense it and pull down her panties from behind.
She leans forward, steadying herself with her hands on the hard granite sink. She waits with anticipation.
She can see me and herself in the mirror. She sees her own shocked expression as she feels my hard cock enter her from behind... penetrating deeply in one full stroke. Filling her. I pause, both of us throbbing. Then, I thrust fast. Then stop. She waits with anticipation... "Oh, please..." I thrust again. She can see her breasts jiggle with my thrusts.
"Oh! oh!" "Shhh...." I squeeze her nipple with one hand, and massage her clit with the other. The contractions start again... and spread over her body. She sees her face redden in the mirror. "Ohhhh!" She exclaims too loud. "Shhhh shhh...." My hard thick cock is throbbing deep inside of her. "Ah... oh... ooohhh!" She feels my contractions, and the warm fluid filling her inside...A long pause to catch our breath. "Shhh...," I whisper. She closes her eyes. I kiss her again. Our tongues intertwine and explore greedily.
I slowly brush her hair back, and wipe away the sweat from her forehead. "Again," I whisper... "we will meet again. Meet me here again in one week, at the same time." Then I leave, quietly closing the door.
She studies herself in the mirror... her face is reddened and flushed glistening beads of sweat, hair disorganized, chest still heaving with deep breaths. She closes her eyes. She is alone. "Oh... ohhh" She whispers to herself quietly. "Oh my." She wonders: How did this happen? There is silence... no voice to counter her protestations. In the mirror her nipples are still erect. Her lips are red and moist, there is a slight, unintentional upturn at the corners. "One week," he said. One week.
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