Free My Time in the Affair by Stylo Fantome

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    What was I supposed to remember?
    “I thought you said this was over,” Tal breathed against her.
    “I thought it was,” she replied, nibbling on his earlobe.
    “It's not.”
    “No.”
    He yanked her up against him and shuffled them down the hall. They burst into a room and she was put back up against a different wall. She gasped and moaned, yanking his shirt out of his pants. His own hands weren't idle, they moved over her body, massaged her breasts, then went back to her panties.
    “ Scusi! ”
    Misch's eyes flew open, and over Tal's shoulder, she saw a man standing with his back to them. He was looking over his own shoulder, his face very red. Probably because he was peeing – he was standing in front of a urinal. They were in the men's bathroom.
    Slut.
    She wanted to push Tal away, to tell him to stop, to ask to go somewhere else. But he had two fingers thrusting in and out of her, so thought was pretty much not an option. She pressed her lips together, pulled them between her teeth and bit down to keep herself quiet, and tapped him on the shoulder.
    It was the least she could do.
    “I'm very sorry, sir,” Tal chuckled, glancing at the man once before staring back down at Misch. “You see, my lady friend here is very wet, and really wants to be fucked. You understand how it is.”
    The man prattled something in Italian, and Tal actually laughed. Misch couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe what was going on.
    Tal wrapped an arm around her waist and actually picked her up that way, hugging her body to his, his hand trapped between them. He moved them into a stall, shoved her into a corner, then slammed the door shut behind them.
    Misch had never felt so charged up in her life. She didn't even question what was going on, didn't even ask what to do. As he ripped his belt apart, she wiggled her panties over her hips. Dropped them to the floor. Kicked them into a corner. By then, Tal had shoved his pants down his hips, and they met in the middle of the stall, pushing each other around in their want and desire.
    He braced her against the door. She kept an arm wrapped around his shoulders and stretched out her other arm, pressing her palm against the wall. As her legs went around his waist, his hand worked between them, guiding her onto his dick. It was that same sensation, of too uncomfortable. Too full. Too much. Too perfect .
    “Oh, god, you feel so perfect,” she moaned, struggling to keep her ankles locked behind his back as he moved up and down. Back and forth. Rocked her world.
    “I had to feel this again. I had to, ” he told her, picking up the pace.
    “ I'm glad. ”
    He began pumping so hard, the door started to bang in its hinges. She cried out and let go of his shoulder, moving her hand to grip the top of the stall, holding herself up a little for him. This allowed him to remove one of his arms from around her waist, and his hand immediately went to her chest. He yanked at her dress, pawed her breast out of her bra, then cupped it in his hand. Lowed his mouth to it, sucked on her nipple.
    I've never had sex in public before …
    In the back of her mind, Misch knew she should be quiet. Anyone could walk into the bathroom – including her boss. Or a waiter. And there was a restaurant full of people right outside, potentially listening to every screech, every cry, every groan coming out of her mouth.
    Keeping quiet was definitely a failed mission.
    “ Mischa, ” Tal grunted her name, licking a trail up the side of her neck.
    “Yes, yes, yes, yes …,”
    “We're leaving after this.”
    “Okay.”
    “I'm coming back to your hotel.”
    “Okay.”
    “You're going to blow me during the cab ride.”
    “Okay.”
    “If I want to finger fuck you in the lobby, you'll let me.”
    “Okay.”
    “ Such a good girl. ”
    Misch shrieked, an orgasm pouncing on her, taking her by surprise. She let go of the stall door, all of her weight dropping onto his shaft, and that just intensified the feeling.