Chapter 76: Ch76: Restroom Shenanigans

Nyle’s palm squeezed her breast over the fabric of her top, fingers closing possessively around the soft flesh before pinching her nipple in a tight, deliberate twist.

Naomi’s hand clamped onto the back of Nyle’s like a barnacle, desperate to pry him away — only to freeze as a sudden heat bloomed low in her belly.

’What the hell is happening to me?’ she thought, eyes locked on their reflection in the mirror. ’Why am I allowing someone to touch my breast like this? But it feels so good...’

"Ahh..." A soft, involuntary moan slipped past her lips as he pressed harder against her nipple, rolling it between his fingers with firm, practiced pressure.

The washroom was unusually quiet, the steady hum of the ventilation system the only sound breaking the silence. No one else was around, leaving the entire place eerily empty.

Naomi bit her lower lip, eyes fixed on the man’s face in the mirror as his hands continued to squeeze her breasts.

’Why do I feel like I know this man?’ she thought, just before turning her gaze toward him.

*Smooch~*

"Mmph~"

Her eyes flew wide as his tongue pushed past her lips, twisting and circling hers in a deep, wet, hungry kiss that left no room to breathe.

Their tongues slid and overlapped, until the wet sounds of the kiss filled the quiet washroom.

Minutes later, their mouths finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting them — only then did he yank her top up without warning.

In the same rough motion he dragged her red bra down, freeing her soft, east west breasts to the cool air.

*Boing! Boing!*

The sudden chill made her nipples tighten.

*Squeeze~ Squeeze~ Squeeze~*

*Smooch~*

’Oh no... what if someone sees us. Not good. I have to warn him,’ she thought, eyes darting sideways toward the closed door.

However, until the next kiss finally ended, not a single word managed to leave her mouth.

Naomi’s arms braced hard against the edge of the sink, her thighs pressing and rubbing tightly together as her eyes half-lidded under the thick haze of pleasure.

Just then, Nyle’s ears twitched, eyes narrowed as the muffled sound of approaching voices drifted in from beyond the washroom door — not one or two, but a whole group.

Without hesitation he scooped Naomi up into his arms, her body pressed against his chest, and carried her into a toilet.

*Click*

The lock slid into place with a soft metallic snick.

Naomi’s heartbeat quickened, her breasts pressed against his chest — so close that every warm breath he exhaled brushed her forehead and the nasal bridge of her nose.

Outside, the once-empty washroom erupted with noise — overlapping voices, bursts of laughter, loud conversations, the sharp squeak of faucets, and the rush of running water.

’Thank god,’ she thought, fingers crossed.

Yet even as relief flickered through her, Nyle’s hand was already moving.

He turned her so her back pressed firmly against his chest, then slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans, pushed past the elastic of her panties, and found the slick heat between her legs.

Two firm fingers, index and ring, pressed directly against her clit and began rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, mixed with a steady up-and-down stroke.

"Hehe... you’re already soaking wet, ma’am," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Naomi’s free hand flew up and clamped hard over her mouth, as a needy moan tried to escape.

’Something’s poking my ass. Fuck... don’t tell me it’s his—,’ she thought, her mind already racing to picture the size and shape of it.

Seeing her struggle to hold back the sound, Nyle pulled her hand away from her mouth and covered it firmly with his own left hand instead.

Now even if she wanted to cry out, she couldn’t.

But the restriction only seemed to free something else inside her. Without warning, her hand slid down, slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, and wrapped tightly around his cock.

’Holy... no fucking way,’ she thought in stunned disbelief.

The moment her fingers made contact with his shaft, it began to change. It thickened and lengthened rapidly, veins rising along its surface as it molded itself into a straight length with a larger head.

*Buzz... Buzz...*

Her phone vibrated inside her small handbag, but she ignored it completely, as though she didn’t care at all.

Nyle’s lips curved into a quiet knowing smile.

’Don’t worry, sir. After I break her mind, I’ll hand her over to you,’ he thought, his fingers moving faster inside her cunt.

*Slick~ Schlick~ Schlick~*

"Mmmn!! Mmhn! Mmnhn!"

Naomi’s muffled moans vibrated against Nyle’s left palm as he finger-fucked her with relentless precision.

...

"Oh no... he’s going to make me lose control."

The pleasure sharpened until Naomi could barely breathe. Her thighs quivered helplessly, every muscle drawn tight as heat surged through her.

Before she could surrender to it, Nyle withdrew his hand and brought his glistening fingertip to her lips.

Dazed with desire, she accepted it, holding his gaze as she slowly tasted herself.

*Lick... suck...*

While she remained suspended in that feverish haze, he eased her jeans down to her ankles and settled her carefully against the toilet seat.

Then he lowered himself before her, his hands lingering on her trembling thighs, eyes lifted to meet hers, dark with intent, before a faint, knowing smile touched his lips.

Naomi stared down at him, stunned yet unmistakably excited. She drew his finger clean with one last slow pull, then released it, her breath catching as he moved closer.

"Mmhn... mmm... ah, fuck..." she moaned softly, threading her fingers through his hair.

Nyle’s touch became slow and deliberate, each measured movement sending another shiver through her.

Naomi’s grip tightened as she arched toward him, her composure unraveling one breath at a time.

’Fuck... I can’t believe I gave in to temptation... It’s all because of Roland...!’

"P-please, you’re going too deep... mmnh~ be gentle with my pussy, young man," she gasped, her voice breaking into a breathless, needy whimper.