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But one orgasm never hurt anyone.Right?

Biting the inside of my cheek, I overthink it. Until I act on impulse. Hiking up my dress, I lock myself in the stall, heart pounding. All while letting the water run. People will just think I’m pooping.

That’s the better thought.

This is the most chaotic thing I’ve ever done. I could’ve done this in any of the empty exhibits. No, no too many cameras. Bathroom stall it is.

Fuck, I’m never going to live this down.No one needs to know.

Propping my heeled toe on the toilet, I lean against the stall door and close my eyes. My skin is hypersensitive. More so than usual. When I run my hands along my shoulder, I hiss out a breath.

It’s like my whole body is connected to my clit.

The flabby part of my triceps?Erogenous.

The knuckle of my finger?Erogenous.

Every little spot sends electricity through me.

My dress hangs over my thigh as I glide my hands over my stockinged legs. Closer to the heat pulsing from my core. I grip the purse hanger as my fingers glide over my pussy lips. My panties are soaked right through to my stockings.

My whole body nearly collapses on itself as I run my fingers over the seam of my pussy again. Wetness pushes through the fabric, coating my fingers.

I push harder through the fabric to my clit. Damn well knowing I need a cock deep inside me. And that this is only going to make me more ravenous.

I should stop. Then I won’t be so hungry.

But my fingers sink deeper. My chest pulses. And my hips buck into my hands.

I’d draw this out, but I don’t want to.

And then my mind fills in the blanks. With a man right before me. His face flips between Enzo, Leif, and the strange man at the steps.

He drops to his knees. Rips my stockings in half. Pockets my panties before he buries his face in my needy cunt.

My eyes roll to the back of my head that smacks on the stall door.

I shove my hand down my panties, needing to feel just how wet I am. Just how needy I am for this stranger. For all three really.

My middle finger sinks between my seam, my clit rises to greet me. Or maybe that’s my hips bucking into my hand.

I press my palm into my clit, my hips rolling to match.

I imagine Leif now. Hands on my hips. Those crystalline eyes locked on me as I come apart under his tongue. Soft and slow and dangerous.

I grip the bag holder harder as I fuck my hand faster and faster.

The edges of my vision blur as the orgasm builds inside me. I want to hold it off as much as I want to come.

My mouth parts as the vision takes on a mind of its own. He runs his tongue over my clit again and again as he watches me. Then Enzo is behind me, his cock pressing into my ass as heholds my neck just fucking right. The one where his whole palm grips me neck forcing me to look at him as I fall apart.

I don’t just come. I fucking explode.

My orgasm rips through me. Fast, furious, and impossibly gratifying. As though every orgasm before this one was meaningless. Nothing but a party trick. And still I want more.

No, I want the real thing.

My head slams back to the stall door. My whole body convulses and it takes me a few moments to come back to earth.