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one hand cupping the back of my head, the other on the top of my back. Her hand at my back grips my t-shirt hard as our kiss intensifies.
    I’m rock hard for her after just a kiss. My hands at her waist move to her ass, enjoying the silk of her skin on their journey. I can’t help myself and grind my hips into her, making it clear what she’s doing to me. Bending a little, I move my hand down the back of her leg, then grab behind her knee and hitch her leg over my hip. She makes a sound of surprise when the delicate lace covering the front of her brushes against the front of me. She recovers quickly and grinds her hip into mine in blatant invitation. Sliding my fingers along the back of her leg, she’s completely open to me now. Stopping at her ass, I squeeze the firm roundness, then I go further. Tapping my middle finger right over her lace covered entrance, pull back and look at her, a question in my eyes.
    She clearly came in here and locked the door for a reason – no question about that. God knows I’m certainly no stranger to hook-ups. Believe it or not, this isn’t my first time in some random bar bathroom; but I still seek permission. Searching her eyes, I see exactly what I expected - lust, want, need, and definitely permission. What I don’t expect, is to see something I’m all too familiar with. It’s a deep sadness. The want and need to connect. The desire to feel something – hell – anything. It’s the hope that for just a few moments, someone can help you escape whatever it is you’re running from. It makes me pause for a moment, the recognition making something within me shift. Maybe it’s just kindred souls recognizing each other, I don’t know, but for a fleeting moment I wonder if I’ve met someone that could potentially understand some of my own battles.
    Shaking my head, albeit subconsciously, I reorient myself to the present - this isn’t the time to explore strange feelings. My hesitation vanishes as her hand sneaks down the front of my jeans and squeezes me. All other thoughts, besides the body in front of me, dissipate like sugar in the rain. My hormones rev up to epic levels and I excitedly yank her thong to the side and touch her intimately, right where she needs it the most. Right where she’s begging for it. Moaning when I feel her wetness, she doesn’t hesitate to enjoy the sensations I’m gifting and quickly springs into action. Undoing my jeans, she frees me and runs her hand up and down my hardness. The message is clear, she doesn’t want to waste any time with foreplay.
    Lifting her other leg up, with both legs now wrapped around my waist, I spin around and prop her on the sink. Reaching into my back pocket, I grab a condom and quickly apply it. I swear we hold our breaths as we both watch our bodies become one. Sighing simultaneously, we pause for mere seconds, just enjoying the connection, before she’s digging her heels into my ass urging me to move. So I do.
    The only sound in the small space is our breaths coming in pants, and the sighs and moans we emit. Vaguely I hear a voice behind the door and knocking, but I ignore it, my complete focus on the firecracker around me. When she pushes me back and hops off the sink, my brow raises in confusion, until she spins around, lifts her dress up and bends forward over the sink. Looking at the picture she presents before me, I exhale sharply. She’s gorgeous – everywhere. She smiles at me over her shoulder and nods, then we groan together as I enter her from behind. When she curses under her breath, I laugh softly, knowing exactly how she feels.
    My eyes close in pleasure for a moment as I carefully move in and out. Reaching around, I rub her clit, and then open my eyes in surprise when she smacks my hand away and replaces it with her own. Hell, I can’t help it - I smile. Gotta admire a girl that knows what she wants. I concentrate instead once again on moving in and out with increasing rhythm and enjoy the warmth of