When Emily first touched my cock, she was taken aback by how hot it felt.
But she couldn't fight her desire. She reached out, hooked my cock with her fingers, and pulled it out of my underwear.
Her hand wrapped around it, gently stroking up and down, sending shivers through me.
I let out a contented sigh, my warm breath brushing her face, making her cheeks blush and her eyelashes flutter.
Since I don't smoke and I'm pretty healthy, my breath didn't have any bad smell. Instead, it had a hint of the fruity toothpaste I used that morning. Scarlett had bought it for me.
The refreshing watermelon scent drifted into Emily's nose, making her look at me with a bit of infatuation.
I was sure that if we weren't in the office, she would've kissed me right then and there.
Her grip on my cock tightened, and she started rubbing faster, making me let out a low, satisfied moan.
At the same time, I reached under Emily's skirt.
She was wearing a pretty plain work outfit today, and although she didn't fully exude the cool elegance typically associated with such attire, the fitted pencil skirt accentuated her undeniable sensuality.
My hand easily slipped under her skirt and touched her panties.
There was a wet spot on her panties, right where her pussy was.
I couldn't help but lean in and whisper in her ear, "Get turned on so quickly, huh? You're really desperate."
"Yeah, it's because you're so hot. I really want you to fuck me," Emily whispered back.
I glanced around, noticing everyone was busy with their own stuff; no one was paying attention to us.
Even John was in his team leader's office and hadn't come out.
If John's team leader wasn't a guy, I'd suspect they were doing something naughty in there.
"Meet me in the restroom later, let's do it in one of the stalls," I whispered in her ear.
Then, I gently took her hand out of my underwear, feeling the warmth of her fingers linger on my skin. I pulled up my pants, adjusting the front to look more presentable. "Meet me in the last stall of the women's restroom," I told her.
When no one was looking, I quickly snuck into the women's restroom.
I checked the signs on the door and, seeing that the restroom was empty and the stall door was unlocked, I slipped inside and hid.
I watched the time and waited for Emily to show up.
About ten minutes passed, and I still didn't see Emily.
After she touched my cock, it was now throbbing with anticipation. All I could think about was lifting up Emily's skirt, sliding off her panties, and thrusting deep into her wet pussy.
Just when I was getting impatient and thinking about going out to find her, the stall door creaked open.
Worried it might be someone else, I took a couple of steps back, afraid someone might see my shoes through the gap under the door, realize I was a guy, and think I was a pervert.
"It's me, Emily," she whispered through the door.
I quickly opened the door and pulled Emily in through the small gap.
I pressed her against the door, lifting her skirt in a messy rush, exposing her round butt.
With a swift motion, I pulled her panties down to her thighs, revealing her plump pussy.
I unzipped my pants and let my cock out.
I didn't bother checking if Emily was ready or if I was properly lubricated. I grabbed my cock and roughly teased her, signaling for her to relax. Then, I positioned myself and thrust in hard, making her let out a muffled groan in pain.
I immediately covered her mouth, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, "Don't make a sound, the restroom has thin walls."Emily met my gaze, nodded, and then obediently covered her own mouth with her hand.
Only then did I start thrusting into her pussy slowly.
As I thrust into petite Emily, my knees bent slightly. With each deep plunge, Emily was momentarily lifted onto her tiptoes, her delicate heels barely touching the ground.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps in the restroom.
It was the sound of high heels tapping on the tiles, getting closer, and stopping right in the stall next to ours.
I froze, my knees half-bent, my back and abdomen curving into a perfect arc as I completely covered Emily with my body.
But Emily wasn't so well-behaved. She raised her head and stared at my Adam's apple.
Then she swallowed and gently opened her mouth to playfully nibble my Adam's apple as it moved up and down.
The unexpected sensation of her soft, warm, and moist mouth took my breath away. Gazing down, all I could see was the crown of her head.
Her teeth grazed my Adam's apple, while her soft tongue pressed against my throat, sucking on it like a lollipop.
A sudden, intense suction gripped my neck, as if trying to draw all the air out of me.
In no time, the sensation of suffocation spread from my face to my entire body. Yet, instead of fear, I felt a thrilling, tingling excitement. My cock hardened even more inside her pussy.
Just as I was about to continue, a forceful stream of urination erupted from the adjacent stall, the rapid flow resounding with a sense of long-awaited relief.
The sound persisted for about three minutes.
During that time, Emily and I locked eyes, my breath growing heavier with each passing second.
The thought of Emily and I making love here, with another woman just a stall away, was incredibly exciting. My cock grew even harder at the tantalizing thought of her possibly watching us.
As the woman in the next stall stood up to put on her pants, I didn't care if we could be heard.
I gripped Emily's waist and began thrusting vigorously, lifting her body so forcefully that her heels left the ground for a couple of seconds.
Her back pressed tightly against the door, her legs wrapped around mine, ensuring she wouldn't fall even as I lifted her higher.