The cool bathroom wall invites my nipples to harden under my shirt. Your hands find their way under my crop top, groping my tits while you suck my neck.

Your hips press into my ass. Your arousal is easy to feel through my thin leggings. My body responds: back arching, thighs parting, pussy swelling.

"Fuck," you exhale at the pressure of my ass now grinding against your cock, up and down, side to side, circles. Your hands slide down my body. One massaging my belly while the other slips past my waistband.

You tease me first, fingers tracing my labia, breaking my focus and halting my grinding.

Now its my turn to curse, your gentle touch igniting my skin. One hand still bracing myself against the wall, the other reaches behind me, desperately searching for your cock.

You release my stomach for a moment, just long enough to pull your erection out of your pants and place it in my waiting hand.

I can feel the fabric of my leggings growing damp. I stroke your cock, you rub my clit. We moan and sigh and curse together as we jerk each other off, an amazing precursing for what's to cum.