Saturday, November 26, 2005

Meet me for lunch?

I met him for lunch, but neither of us ate. We spent nearly the entire time tucked away in the men's bathroom occupying the farthest stall from the door. His touch electrified my skin, my clothes lay strewn about the stall. Sucking and biting my nipples, they are still sore to the touch. Such a naughty boy he was, I couldn't get enough.

That poor old man who found my bra! I thought he was going to have a heart attack!

1 comment:

Sandman said...

That was such a hot little story. Visions of you two going at it are racing through my mind. Excellent!

I'd love to have sex in a restroom.