Afterglow ❃ l.m.j

• chapter ten •

My heels clicked against the empty bathroom floor as I strolled in cautiously. I couldn't hear or see anyone within earshot.

Good.

I didn't want to stir any attention, I didn't have the patience for it right now.

I craned my neck around and about. I even pushed on the stall doors to check that the coast was clear. When I was sure I was alone, I pushed into one, the cobalt blue door staring back at me as I locked it in place.

I braced my hands against it with a deep breath. The only thing that bounced around my head was her voice, her eyes, her lips. It was playing like a montage. I couldn't help but fall prey to it.

The thought of her rubbing her fingers over my lips brought mine to my own. My eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the touch.

I knew it was pathetic to just stand here fantasizing to the point of further arousal. But if I didn't do anything, I was going to spontaneously combust. I felt it. It felt like it.

"Please what?" I could recall her saying. Her voice was low just barely above a whisper the first time she said it.

The second time was braver, and with more authority. Chills seeped back into my bones just thinking about it.

My lips were so soft.

There were so many memories I had of her from interactions alone. The way she moaned, the look she gave when she wanted someone, her eyes when they were low and lasered in on my body.

My other hand reached down to swivel around my chest, brushing my nipple as I did so. A dull shiver ran down my body. I did it again for the sake of feeling it all over again.

A steady throb was happening beneath my skirt still. Nerves swelling in my pelvis and brimming against the seams of my underwear.

The words, "Oh my god," fell from my lips like a precious symphony. I teased and squeezed my nipple between my fingers. Multitasking my touch was proving to be my greatest asset yet. My thighs clenched together in an attempt to keep myself at bay. But it only made things feel that much more
arousing for me.

My back against the cool metal of the bathroom stall reminded me of the way her hands felt. A shock to my system but just right. I leaned into the patch of coolness that I felt through my outfit.

My breath was becoming shallow. I tried my best to sustain it as I allowed my hand to roam. My fingertips grazed my stomach in its journey towards the hem of my skirt.

Excitement and embarrassment began to pull at my chest. Even in spite of the relief that I oh so needed, I felt redness begin to flood my cheeks at what I had to do to get it - where I had to get it.

I'd never been so aroused by an interaction with a client that I sought out my solutions at work. The urge below my body felt almost primal.

I toyed with the hem of my skirt. Ever so slightly, I'd dip a finger just past the surface that would tickle my skin. My knees buckled at the touch each time. My movements were light as a feather. But I felt so fragile that every little moment felt like a noteworthy impact.

My senses were going haywire.

I tugged at the fabric until it was rising higher and higher. The bathroom was quiet with the exception of my fumbling and the breathing that I was trying so hard to quell.

It bunched up around my waist, leaving my red shorts visible. My hardness was impossible to ignore and I was too turned on to mind it.

I glanced at the ceiling before palming at myself. My mind shifted back to Normani. Her hands on my thighs, rubbing circles. I moved mine to match the patterns I was remembering in my head. In my mind, she was here, and my hands were hers.

She'd look at me with watchful brown eyes as if trying to figure me out. A smirk playing on supple lips. Then she'd lean forward. She'd do it in agony just to see how much I wanted it, to see if I'd be desperate enough to grab her hands myself and place them where I want them.

I could hear her now. "You have to tell me what you want, or else I won't know."

I know what I want.

My lukewarm hands met my all too familiar center in a heated embrace. I stroked, giving in to my knees weakening as I held onto the wall for support. My breath was quickening as the pace of my hand followed suit.

I know what I want. I kept thinking. I want you.

My thighs threatened to press against my hands as I moved to my own rhythm. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. Relief was just in reach as well. But the chase felt too good to even worry about it. I couldn't think about stopping. Not with her on my mind.

The way she looked down at me as I sucked on her fingers. If given the chance, I knew she would've taken me right there. I would do whatever she asked, get on my knees, anything.

She looked at me as if she wanted to devour me. And god, it did all the right things to me.

An involuntary moan slipped past my lips. I took my hand off the wall to cover my mouth, my eyes shut tightly. Everything in my body felt like a steady hum. My high was right there. I knew it and I felt it.

All it took was her smile.

The memory of her looking at me as if I put the stars in the sky and it made her shy. The glance between my eyes and the floor. "Don't look at me like that."

An entire galaxy exploded behind my eyes as I groaned in pleasure. Warm ribbons of cum shot out, covering my hands and the fabric I was pushing against. I slumped against the stall in exhaustion. My heartbeat danced in my ears with my first real deep breath.

"Fuck." I whispered, looking down at my hands and then at the ceiling.

I had it bad. Now, I really knew.