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I walked into the bathroom, closing the door and exhaling as the sound of running water greeted me. I had been working all day and was desperate for a quiet moment alone. As I stood facing the sink, I heard someone walk in behind me. I turned around to see him staring back at me. He was tall, built, and exuded a strong sense of confidence. His eyes were dark and intense, and I knew for sure he was interested.

I tried to break the silence, “excuse me, I didn’t realize the bathroom was occupied.”

He chuckled, “no need to apologize, I was just finishing up. You’re free to use it now.” His voice was deep and smooth, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart fluttering. He turned back to the sink, running his hands under the water to wash them, casually glancing at my reflection in the mirror.

I was uncomfortable, feeling his gaze on me. I tried to avoid making eye contact, but I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him.

Suddenly, the water stopped, and he turned the faucet off. Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t move as he approached me. His hand reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my hair gently back as he leaned in, his lips finding mine with a passion that I had never experienced.

I tried to withstand at first, but I couldn’t withstand the magnetic pull of his touch. I kissed back, feeling my body heat up and surrender to his embrace. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from running through his hair, feeling the electric current between us I had never experienced before.

He pressed his body against mine, the heat from his skin spreading through my body as our lips continued to dance. The bathroom became a steamy haven, and we were lost in each other’s embrace.

He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, and I could feel his arousal as it pressed against me. I wanted him, every inch of him, and I couldn’t withstand anymore.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with hunger as he whispered in my ear, “I need you now.”

I didn’t hesitate, his hands on my hips as he lifted me onto the sink, spreading my legs wide open. He rubbed himself against me, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. My panties were soaked with desire, and my nipples were hard, aching for his touch.

He reached down and lifted my skirt, revealing my wet panties. He ran his hand over me, eliciting a moan from my lips. He pressed his fingers against my clit, and I couldn’t stop myself from panting with pleasure.

“Please, I need you inside me,” I begged.

He nodded, and without hesitation, his fingers were replaced by his hard, throbbing cock. I was so wet, and he slid inside me with ease, filling me up completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him to me as our bodies became one.

He began to thrust inside me, slow but deep, and I found myself lost in a sea of pleasure. His hands reached up and cupped my breasts, and I moaned with delight as he pinched my nipples between his fingers.

The heat in the room was intense, and the sound of our breathing became heavy. I felt every inch of him inside me, the feeling of him driving me wild. I had never felt this alive, this liberated, this naughty.

In what felt like seconds and hours at once, we both came to a climax. Our bodies shuddered with the intensity of the orgasm, our moans echoing in the steam-filled space. We collapsed against one another, breathing heavily, our limbs entangled.

I couldn’t move, still trying to process the experience. When I finally regained my senses, I turned my head to look at him. He was still staring at me, his eyes filled with desire and lust.

We both knew what we had just experienced was forbidden, but we were too lost in the heat of the moment to care. We both knew we would have to return to our separate lives but, for that brief time in the steamy bathroom, we could be brought together by the electric pull of our desires.
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