Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Prologue

Copyright 2013 M2B

(continuation of ‘Lolita Twenty-Twelve’, final chapter)

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I was waiting for you when you opened the door to the ladies room.

‘Whaa…what are you DOING? And what are you doing…’here’…?’

‘Shh! Quickly!’ I whispered. Taking your arm and causing you to stumble a little in your heels, I ushered you into a stall, entering first.

Closing the door behind you by pushing you back against it, you started, visibly flustered by my sudden appearance.

‘Someone will know…someone will NOTICE…!’ you said, obviously breathless – and not just a little excited, judging from the blush on you face and the outline of your nubs behind the semi-sheer black dress you were wearing.

‘You’ve just finished dinner…the reception is still in full-swing…I KNOW you came without escort, so…if we’re quick…’

Unzipping my pants, I pulled them down along with my shorts. Sitting on the toilet and placing my legs up against the back of the stall so they wouldn’t be seen, my cock was now standing erect before you. Hesitating for a moment, you then reached under your beautiful black dress.

Pulling your panties down, you had to brace youself against my legs in order to get them over your pumps.

‘Ooh, chucha!’ you exclaimed. Lifting one leg, you straddled yourself overtop of me. Ruffling your dress so that it cascaded around us, your cunt slid, hotly, around my cock. ‘Ungh!’ you groaned, nestling into me and putting your hands on my shoulders.

You smiled, then, meeting my adoring (and not just a little lustful) gaze, and our lips met. I sucked your tongue into my mouth, squeezing you tightly.

‘You…crazy…puta…’ you gasped, between our tongues.

The door to the washroom opened then, as the sounds of two ladies gabbing echoed around us. As we were in the last stall, hopefully the fact that you were facing the wrong way wouldn’t be noticed – but no matter. Apart from needing to be as silent as possible, you managed to ease up, and down, on me, rocking and bucking as quietly as we could.

Taking care not to damage them, I carefully slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Pulling the dress down further, my cock hardened all the more at the sight of your stiff nipples atop your plump breasts. Drawing you close, I licked your left nipple before sucking your entire breast into my mouth. You gasped – somewhat audibly – and you raised a hand to your mouth. As the ladies’ chattering stopped in that instant, we also stopped – holding our breath. It was hard not to giggle, but we somehow managed to suppress it.

As your hips ground and gyrated against me, the ladies who had interrupted us continued their banter in Spanish, one of them taking up residence in the stall beside us, clattering the door behind her, obviously intoxicated. They chattered away to the rushing sound of her piss as it flooded her bowl, apparently still obvlivoius to the heat and passion steaming from our cubicle.

Still hard – in fact, all the harder owing to the excitement over potentially being discovered – I could control myself no longer. Pulling your hips down, I thrust inside you as deeply as I could.

It was then, when you moaned much more audibly than the first time, that the conversation between the two ladies stopped completely.

Another pregnant pause; our collective breath stilled – actually, your cheek against mine, your hot breath in my ear, your nipples rubbing against my shirt…

‘…Hola?’

Another pause, followed by the sound of toilet paper dispensing and application to nethers. Something more was said in Spanish from the lady in the cubicle to the other lady which I didn’t understand, and then a toilet flush, whereupon I whispered into your ear ‘what did she say?’

‘She said she thinks there might be something going on in here…’ you replied; a gentle whisper in my ear.

Just then, a face appeared under the stall.

‘Por Dios! Daphne!’

It was at that moment that I came, flooding your insides with my cum and gripping you with all my might. You shuddered, too, my groin now covered in a mixture of my cum and your juices.

We stumbled and fumbled with our clothes as the two ladies exited the washroom, talking with worry and excitement in their voices.

‘I think we’d better get you out of here,’ you said, your panties back on, the dress only slightly worse for wear.

‘I love you, daph,’ I said, smoothing out my clothes, the dampness from our love-making now sticky inside my shorts.

‘I love you, too,’ you said, adjusting your straps as you pulled the dress back over your breasts.

‘Now, let’s go before someone else comes in!’

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