She was looking damn hot in that dress. The shirt exposed her upper boobs and she knowingly didn’t wear spaghetti which exposed her bra too. The ski...t she wore was actually short and her hot thighs could seduce any man. We exchanged greetings and I started to bid goodbye with all the good times we had. She started crying and pleaded me not to leave. She took me to the stairs where no one could notice us and hugged me. I was bit surprised and didn’t know what to do. At one point it was her. With those words I reached behind me and found the soft dick half hard and started stroking it with my hand while he held my breasts, moved them, put his fingers in my lips then down lower, finding my big lips and sliding up and down them, inside them with his middle finger then two fingers until he found the spot inside and up and my butt started to wiggle on its own. I was humming, mumbling, saying nothing but saying it faster, breathing faster again, knowing we could take our time with this. “Good girl,” he growled at me, but he kept his body still, allowing me to get accustomed to the incredible feeling of being stretched all the way. It felt like he was filling up my body all the way. It was both sensual and incredibly naughty. I felt loved and owned. I felt… bliss. He started to move only slightly, but it was enough to make the flame in my loins surge again. “Fuck me!” I spurred him on, and he complied willingly. It was incredible. I was flying. His cock soon pistoned into my. So it was a bit unusual to see someone else in the men's room.Being fully aware of men's room etiquette, I concentrated on my hand washing, when I was interrupted by a tentative, "excuse me." I looked over at a clearly embarrassed kid - maybe 17 or 18, and noticed his hands. They were covered in crisp, new-looking bandages.Blushing furiously he said, "I'm really sorry to ask, but I've really gotta take a piss, and I'm not supposed to get my hands anywhere near water until I can get some plastic.