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As the nightclub throbbed with loud music and pulsating lights, Emily was feeling stifled. She needed to get away from the crowd for a while. She pushed her way through the crowd and found herself in a dimly-lit corridor, lined with doors. She spotted a sign pointing to a restroom and decided to take a break there.

The stark white tiles, the row of clean white sinks, shiny mirrors, and a long line of bright fluorescent lights beamed brightly in the modern restroom. It was stunningly clean and smelled fresh with a gorgeous lavender scent.

Emily entered a stall and felt a wave of relief surge through her.

After she was done, she washed her hands, and just as she was drying them, she noticed someone standing in front of her.

It was a tall man, ruggedly handsome with sharp chiseled features, wearing a crisp white shirt, fitted black trousers, shiny black dress shoes, and a wet towel across his shoulders.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat, and a tingle ran down her spine as she noticed the way his eyes roamed her body. She stood there frozen, his gaze on her making her feel hot and bothered.

He stepped closer to her, and she could feel the heat emanating off his body. His musky scent, and his deep voice, whispered in her ears, “You must be enjoying the party.”

Emily was startled by his sudden closeness, and she could feel her pulse quicken.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

He leaned in closer and whispered in her ears, “I could use a break too.”

Emily’s mind went numb with anticipation. The intense sexual attraction between them seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him, wanted to take him to a quiet corner and kiss him breathless.

He walked past her toward one of the empty stalls and she followed him.

He turned around and locked the door behind them. The light was almost out of the room, but there was enough light coming from the street that she could see he was fumbling around with his pants zipper.

She watched as he pulled out a half-hard cock and gave it a few quick strokes. His tongue protruded slightly from the side of his mouth, and his breathing became ragged.

Emily felt drawn to him like a moth to the flame. She stepped closer to him, and his hand was suddenly on her waist, pulling her towards him. He pulled her in closer to him and kissed her deeply.

His mouth was hot and wet on hers, and she felt so alive in his arms. They kissed with such an intense passion that soon neither knew who was leading the dance of pleasure. The kisses felt like a wild dance, an insatiable hunger driving them as their tongues collided and their lips molded.

She could feel his cock pressing against her pubic bone, and the sudden need in his movements pushed her further towards him. He pulled away from her mouth and moved down to her neck, kissing, and biting lightly. It felt so good, her body burned with passion.

Their hands seemed to be everywhere, gently caressing, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy with each soft touch. Emily’s body quivered under his touch as he kissed her neck and ears, nibbling, and nipping at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath ragged as she clung to him.

Suddenly, he backed away from her and turned her around, pushing her against the wall. There was no place to stand that offered any refuge, she was trapped between his hot body and the cold tiles of the wall. He ran his hands down her back, and as he reached her ass, his fingers moved down between her legs. His wet fingers found her lips, allowing his fingers to slip inside her moist hole, causing her to thrust her hips.

She moaned, feeling his fingers pushing deeply inside her, and the feeling of intense desire hit again. Her back arched, and she pushed her tight wet pussy against his fingers, feeling them slide in and out, pulling her closer to the edge. It all felt so good, so right. She was a bundle of sexual need, and he was quickly becoming her drug of choice.

His fingers found her clitoris, gently rubbing against her, sending waves of pleasure. Emily was helpless to the sensations, and her body was just reacting. She could feel her thighs trembling as his fingers slipped inside her again, and she came. It felt so good, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm.

He turned her around, and their bodies melded together for a second. He then unlocked the door and handed her a towel, smiling, and exiting the restroom.

Emily looked into the mirror, and although she was back where she started, she looked different, felt different. Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a new light. She knew what they had done was wrong, that it could never be repeated, but for her, it was out of the typical, fleeting ecstasy that would remain etched in her mind forever.

As she walked back into the party, she realized that sometimes the most memorable moments are the ones hidden behind closed doors.
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