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could feel exactly what was going on,
right?”
    “There’s a lot to be said for dirty talk.
Carefully executed, the right woman can make someone come with just
her voice. And you don’t really think it’s silly at all, do you?
The talking.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Because you liked it, didn’t you? You liked
hearing the blonde talk. Liked knowing what was happening on the
other side of the stall door. I would bet the dirtier she talked,
the wetter you got.” I had a suspicion the couple had deliberately
stepped up their game when Adelita had walked into the bathroom.
Otherwise, they would have stopped the second they’d realized they
weren’t alone. “Didn’t you?”
    Adelita drew a shaky breath. “The blonde had
three fingers inside her girlfriend.”
    It wasn’t a direct answer to my question, but
it was enough. “And?”
    “The redhead started begging for more. The
softest whisper at first, so I couldn’t understand the words. But
then the blonde told her she wasn’t going to slide another finger
inside her unless she got louder.”
    “She did, didn’t she?” Adelita dipped her
face, hiding her shame. “Did you take off your panties off when the
blonde told the redhead about filling her with four fingers?” When
I pushed my finger back to the second knuckle, feeling Adelita’s
warm tissues surround me, I smiled smugly. Even if she denied it,
the wetness coating my finger told a much different story. “Did you
touch yourself? Decide you wanted to get off with them?”
    “I…wanted to.”
    “Why didn’t you?”
    Adelita finally lifted her face again so I
could look into her eyes. “I wanted to give them some privacy.”
    “And did you?”
    “No.”
    “You stopped to wash your hands didn’t you?”
She bit her lip, tugging on the corner as she shrugged. I stared,
unwilling to allow her to continue to evade me. When her shoulders
sagged, and she nodded, I nearly grinned. “You and your damn
hygiene.”
    Despite the scolding tone of my words, she
giggled softly. I took advantage of the opportunity, pushing my
finger further into her, she tightly gripped the bar.
    “I bet you didn’t just wash your hands. You
took your time. Made a process of it and dragged out every little
movement. Maybe even scraped under each of your nails even though
they were already squeaky clean. And while you did all this, you
watched them in the mirror.”
    Embarrassment flushing her face, the corners
of her mouth curved in a cute little smile that made me want to
kiss her. But hearing about what had turned her on this much was so
much more tempting. Even secondhand, it was gloriously
exhilarating.
    “The redhead had her leg draped over the
blonde’s shoulder. I…could see everything.” The breathless quality
of her voice charged the air around us, revving my system higher as
I listened. “The blonde kept working her fingers in and out. In and
out. In. Out. And her partner just took it, encouraging her even.
They kept talking, describing everything, each time the blonde slid
her fingers inside. Deeper. Taking it. And then…she took it
all.”
    My inner walls clenched, fluttering as the
phantom memory of the first time I’d fisted a woman flashed through
my mind. I suddenly wished I’d been there in the bathroom with
Adelita, watching the two women partake in such an intimate and
intense act. More importantly, I would have liked to have been
there while Adelita had watched. Her interest was tangible, but to
have been in the room experiencing it with her first-hand would
have been a game changer.
    “So what happened next?” I asked as I kept my
fingers unmoving inside her.
    “The redhead came.”
    “You’re going to be disappointed if you think
I’m going to settle for that kind of ending to your story.” I
stared at her, waiting. When a faint pout turned down the corners
of her mouth, I had to smile. “You don’t really think I’m going to
let you off that easy do you?”
    “Why? It’s the