Or maybe she knew, but that noise just let her know what I was feeling. “Take off your shirt,” she whispered. What? I let my eyes ask the question... knowing my Mom could overhear if I spoke too loudly. Stella grinned and made a motion with her free hand as if to say “get on with it”. I sat up, removing my shirt and felt her stroke my back until she got to my bra strap and managed to unclasp it effortlessly. I went back to my original position and looked back up at her as she rose to lean on her. I paused, caught off guard, my urine moments away from leaving me. I didn't remember even seeing cars outside, let alone expecting any one to be in the female bathroom with me. She sounded around my age, 30."What? Are you talking to me?" I responded."Yes dear, I said hold it in." Excuse me? Hold what in?" Your pee. I'm telling you to hold your piss sweety."I was shocked. Who the hell did this woman think she was? Who is she to tell me when or when not to piss?"What's it to you lady if I piss or. I was pounding in and out and she was rocking back and forth and I think I might have seen those goosebump titties bounce around a bit, but I couldn't be sure because my own release was zooming in like a paparazzi sniffing up Paris's poon and I was trying to hold out for her. I mean, shit, she was my guest.I heard her moaning and groaning and babbling and making "fuck me" noises in all kinds of pitches. So I decided it was time to double down and bring on the two minute drill because I was in. Zeus's hips matched and mirrored mine, his hands spread on my breasts, fingers on my nipples, following in the same rhythm to encourage my enjoyment. I started losing control in a way I had never done before, riding him with all my might, not a single thought spared for his pleasure. My body tensed, all attention focused on three dense hot points of my anatomy. Legs and back arching, whole body stiffening, I came with a shakily shouted groan. Uterus still twitching, he pulled me down for a.