fuckin the new girl in the public bathroom

"Ethan, can you hand me the wrench?" Fiona called out, her voice echoing slightly in the tiled bathroom. She was crouched under the sink, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Her jeans hugged her hips snugly, and her fitted t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin as she stretched to reach the pipe.

Ethan, the building's maintenance supervisor, stood a few feet away, his tool belt slung low on his waist. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a scruffy beard that made him look older than his thirty-two years. Fiona, the new hire, had been assigned to shadow him for the day, and he couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly she handled herself, even in the cramped, awkward space of the public restroom. Her cheeks were flushed from the effort, and her lips were pursed in concentration as she tightened the bolt.

"Here," Ethan said, handing her the wrench. Their fingers brushed briefly, and Fiona glanced up, her hazel eyes meeting his for a moment too long. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the bathroom door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Fiona froze, her eyes widening slightly. "Uh, Ethan," she whispered, "I think someone’s coming in."

Ethan’s eyes darted to the door, and without thinking, he grabbed Fiona by the waist and pulled her back under the sink, cramming in beside her. The space was tight, their bodies pressed together as the footsteps grew louder. Fiona gasped, but Ethan clamped a hand over her mouth, his other hand already fumbling with his belt buckle.

“Stay quiet,” he whispered roughly, his voice low and urgent. His cock was already straining against his jeans, brushing against her thigh as he shifted. Fiona’s eyes widened, her breath quickening as she felt his hardness. “What the fuck, Ethan—” she started, but he cut her off with a hard stare, his fingers tightening on her waist.

The bathroom door swung open, and a pair of heels clicked against the tile. Ethan leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “You gonna be a good girl and stay still?” he murmured, his hand sliding down to palm the bulge in his pants. Fiona shoved at his chest, her cheeks flaming, but there was no room to move.

Fiona shoved Ethan harder this time, her voice a harsh whisper. “Get the fuck off me, you pervert,” she hissed, her cheeks burning. But despite her words, her hand instinctively went to his jeans, fingers brushing against the thick bulge straining against the denim. Her breath hitched.

Ethan smirked, his voice a low growl. “You sure about that?” he murmured, his hand moving from her waist to cup her ass, pulling her closer. She could feel his cock twitch under her palm, and God, she hated how wet she was getting.

The heels clicked closer, and Fiona’s hand moved without her permission, fumbling with his zipper. “Fuck you,” she whispered, pulling him free and stroking his length roughly. Ethan groaned, his hips jerking as her fist tightened around him. “That’s my girl,” he breathed, his lips brushing her ear.

Ethan quickly zipped himself back up, his cock still throbbing against Fiona’s thigh as the heels stopped just a few feet away. Fiona’s chest heaved, her breath shallow as she tried to pry his hand off her waist. “Let me go, you sick fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The sound of a skirt shifting and a belt unbuckling filled the quiet bathroom, followed by the unmistakable splash of piss hitting the ceramic bowl. Ethan’s hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the waistband of Fiona’s jeans as his lips found her ear again. “You hear that?” he murmured, his voice rough. “Bet you’re wetter than she is.”

Fiona’s nails dug into his arm, but her hips rolled involuntarily against his, betraying her. “Fuck you,” she breathed, her cheeks burning as the sounds from the stall echoed in the small space. Ethan grinned, his fingers slipping under her waistband. “You first.”

The sound of the toilet flushing and the stall door creaking open was like a shotgun to Ethan’s restraint. The moment the heels clicked toward the exit, he yanked Fiona out from under the sink and spun her around, roughly pushing her against the porcelain edge. “You’ve been begging for it all day,” he growled, unzipping his jeans with one hand while his other pressed her hips down.

Fiona gasped, her hands gripping the sink as Ethan shoved himself inside her, hard and unrelenting. “Fuck—you’re such an asshole—” she choked out, but her body arched back into him, her thighs trembling as he slammed into her. “Quiet,” he hissed, his lips brushing her ear as the door swung open again, and another set of footsteps entered.

Ethan froze, his cock buried halfway inside her, and Fiona bit her lip to stifle a moan. The newcomer paused, the sound of water running from the sink filling the room. “You feel that?” Ethan whispered, his hips grinding into her, making her clench around him. “Bet you want them to hear you, don’t you?”

Fiona’s fingernails dug into the sink as Ethan’s cock filled her, her body betraying her by pushing back against him. The sound of water splashing in the sink was drowned out by her muffled gasps, his hand clamping tighter over her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hips snapped into her, each thrust making her tiptoe on the tile floor.

The woman at the sink hummed softly to herself, blissfully unaware as Fiona’s thighs trembled. “Bet she hears you,” Ethan growled, his lips grazing her ear. Fiona shook her head, but the choked moan that slipped past his hand said otherwise. “You love it, don’t you?” He thrust harder, making her clench around him.

“Shut up,” Fiona managed to whisper, her voice shaky but defiant. The woman finished drying her hands, the sound of her heels clicking toward the door. Ethan grinned, his hand moving from her mouth to her throat. “You’re mine now,” he growled, slamming into her as the door swung shut behind them.

Ethan’s hot breath burned against Fiona’s ear as he yanked her back, gripping her hips tight. “Look at yourself,” he growled, forcing her face toward the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, and her tits strained against her shirt with every thrust.

“See that?” he taunted, driving into her with a brutal rhythm. “That’s what a good little slut looks like.” Fiona’s eyes watered, but she couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop the moan bubbling up as her nipples rubbed against the sink.

“Shut up,” she whimpered, but her hand flew to her breast, squeezing as his cock stretched her tighter. Ethan smirked, slamming into her so hard the mirror rattled. “Yeah, keep trying to lie to yourself, Fiona. You know you love this fucking dick.”

Ethan’s hand tightened in Fiona’s hair, yanking her down onto her knees with a rough shove. “Open that fucking mouth,” he growled, his cock inches from her lips as he glanced at the mirror, watching the door. Fiona glared up at him, her lips curling in defiance, but the throbbing length in front of her made her hesitate.

“You don’t get to act like a fucking saint now,” he muttered, thrusting into her mouth without warning. Fiona gagged, her hands instinctively flying up to his thighs as he forced himself deeper. “That’s it,” he hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair as his hips jerked forward. “Take it, you little slut.”

Her tongue swirled around him as her choked gasps filled the room, Ethan’s eyes darting to the mirror every few seconds. “Better pray no one walks in,” he smirked, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with wet, obscene sounds. “Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you, Fiona? Seeing someone watch you choke on my fucking dick.”

The sound of heels clicking on the tile floor sent Ethan into overdrive. He yanked Fiona back under the sink, her knees scraping against the cold tile as he shoved her down. "Stay," he hissed, his voice sharp and commanding.

Fiona’s thighs trembled as she crouched, the wet spot between her legs impossible to ignore. Her racing breath fogged the metal pipes as the newcomer’s skirt swished, the unmistakable sound of a zipper lowering filling the room. "Fuck," she whispered, her nails digging into her palms.

Ethan’s smirk was vicious as his hand snaked under her shirt, pinching her nipple just as the piss hit the bowl. "Told you you’d love this," he muttered, his fingers trailing lower. "You’re fucking shaking, Fiona. Don’t even try to lie."