Closed Doors Pg.14

I love having my best friend here. We don't argue. There's nothing to fight about. Haven't had any Red interruptions in weeks....normal. Sex is a plus plus. I think one of my favorite times is when we went to that restaurant out in the city. Co-ed bathrooms! I love it! He and I went out with a couple of friends and I excused myself to the bathroom just to double check myself and make sure everything is in place. Skirt fixed right. Tube top not slipping off. Strapless bra in place. Slight make-up, not too much, perfect. I was so into my own head at this point that I didn't realize someone had come into the room. As I'm drying my hands under one of those power dryers, a warm hand startled me gently holding my waist. By the scent of the cologne I know it's a man. No time to turn around, he puts the side of his face against mine rubbing our cheeks slowly together. It's my Best. He runs his hand under my skirt fingering me and whispers in my ear, "Would you like to know the benefits of being in a co-ed bathroom?" He walks away from me, leaving my knees weak and yet strong enough to follow him into the stall. How is it possible that the timing was just right and no one was paying attention? I don't know but that was definitely the last thing from my mind. The best part about it is that these stalls aren't just regular old, don't stand too tall stall, someone will see you. These stalls are up to ceiling length creating a private atmosphere, doors that lock with the knob, not a slide lock, and the music is so loud that being heard could only be possible if someone is in the stall with you. Perfect.  Not waiting for me to reach him, Best walked over to me, sliding his finger inside of me in a 'come hither' motion. Pulling me toward him with that one finger inside of me, I could feel myself wet on him. Everything went hazy but I am focused. Limbs loose and ready. My hands undress him. His free hand leads my own to the condom that is in his pocket. Using one hand and my mouth I loose the condom from its cover. Every time he pulls out his dick, every time!... I smile. Such a wonderful piece. A trick I learned back in college, I put the condom on with my mouth giving him a small pull and release to keep him erect. My heels bring me to the perfect height being that he's much taller than I am. He kisses me, grabbing my leg and without assistance his dick finds me and impales my body so gracefully and sweet. Caught off guard by my own orgasm my pussy pulsates clenching down on him. We beat the wall with my back and he rams into me over and over causing sweet multiple orgasmic rhythms. I should nickname him Honey Dew. We probably went to the bathroom three times that night. A condom a pocket. We just told our company, "Must be the drinks."