totally turning me on,” I tell him in a monotone voice.
Carter pulls
my face back toward him and our lips crash together. His tongue skates over my
bottom lip before plunging back into my mouth. The pain of the week-long
exiles while we work opposite shifts have become glaringly obvious as we
deepened the kiss, and I practically crawl onto his lap.
Carter’s hand
slides down the side of my body, brushing over one breast and curving over my
hip to clutch my ass and pull me closer to him. He moves his mouth away from
my lips and starts planting warm, wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and
collarbone until I feel like I'll melt into a puddle of goo on the floor of the
bus. He gently grazes the side of my neck with his teeth and slides his tongue
over the spot. I'm panting like a dog at this point and know I won’t make it
much longer. If he keeps this up, I'm going to throw him down on the seat and
bang him in front of everyone.
“Okay, fine.
You win. Bathroom. Now,” I mumble through my drunken, lust-induced haze.
We stand up
quickly and stumble our way to the tiny bathroom directly across from us. I
vaguely hear one of the girls shout, “NO, no, no! I have to pee!” before we
slam the door closed and fumble with the sliding lock. The bathroom is about
the size of an airplane bathroom so maneuverability is nil. Carter’s body is
pressed up against my back and he begins kissing and sucking on the back of my
neck as I try in vain to get the stupid lock to slide closed.
“I can’t get
the fucking door to lock!” I complain through moans of pleasure as he brings
his hands around my waist and slides them up my body until they cup both of my
breasts.
“Fuck it. I
think it locks automatically anyway. That slide thing is just for the little
sign on the outside that switches to 'occupied' or some shit. Everyone already
knows we’re in here,” Carter says as he starts massaging my breasts.
We turn as
one so I can rest my hands on the edge of the sink and Carter can lift my
skirt. A quick breaking of the bus makes me jerk forward and slam my shoulder
into the wall above the sink.
“Son of a
bitch!” I yell. “This is going to be dangerous.”
I giggle as
Carter slides his hands back down my sides and grazes over a particularly
ticklish spot.
“You’re not
supposed to be laughing. This is supposed to be awesome and hot,” he states as
his hands slide down my thighs and then immediately back up, pushing my skirt
up to my hips as he went.
“Oh believe
me, it’s totally hot,” I say with another giggle as the bus takes off and we
fall backwards. Carter falls on top of the toilet, and I landed on his lap
with an “oooomph”.
“Okay, this
might not have been one of our best ideas,” I say with a laugh as I try to get
up but the bus takes a curve and we both crash our shoulders into the wall on
the left right beneath the little bathroom window.
“Dammit! We
WILL have sex in this thing if it kills us,” Carter states as he pushes me off
of his lap and stands back up behind me.
“Carter, I
think this IS going to kill us. My dad is going to have to tell his friends
that his daughter died in a limo bus bathroom with her skirt up around her
hips. That is not okay!”
The bus
straightens and maintains a steady, non-deadly speed and a quick glance out of
the window shows us that we were on a long stretch of highway.
“Are you sure
no one can see us in here?” I ask in a panic as I feel Carter’s hands slide up
the back of my thighs and then pull my underwear down a few inches.
I hear his
zipper open and fabric rustling and before I can think of any other reasons why
this isn’t such a great idea, one of his hands slide around to the front,
between my legs, and his fingers slide through my wetness. I had been aching
with need for him since he first put his hand on my bare thigh in the car earlier.
Having him touch me like this, for the first time in
Carter pulls
my face back toward him and our lips crash together. His tongue skates over my
bottom lip before plunging back into my mouth. The pain of the week-long
exiles while we work opposite shifts have become glaringly obvious as we
deepened the kiss, and I practically crawl onto his lap.
Carter’s hand
slides down the side of my body, brushing over one breast and curving over my
hip to clutch my ass and pull me closer to him. He moves his mouth away from
my lips and starts planting warm, wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and
collarbone until I feel like I'll melt into a puddle of goo on the floor of the
bus. He gently grazes the side of my neck with his teeth and slides his tongue
over the spot. I'm panting like a dog at this point and know I won’t make it
much longer. If he keeps this up, I'm going to throw him down on the seat and
bang him in front of everyone.
“Okay, fine.
You win. Bathroom. Now,” I mumble through my drunken, lust-induced haze.
We stand up
quickly and stumble our way to the tiny bathroom directly across from us. I
vaguely hear one of the girls shout, “NO, no, no! I have to pee!” before we
slam the door closed and fumble with the sliding lock. The bathroom is about
the size of an airplane bathroom so maneuverability is nil. Carter’s body is
pressed up against my back and he begins kissing and sucking on the back of my
neck as I try in vain to get the stupid lock to slide closed.
“I can’t get
the fucking door to lock!” I complain through moans of pleasure as he brings
his hands around my waist and slides them up my body until they cup both of my
breasts.
“Fuck it. I
think it locks automatically anyway. That slide thing is just for the little
sign on the outside that switches to 'occupied' or some shit. Everyone already
knows we’re in here,” Carter says as he starts massaging my breasts.
We turn as
one so I can rest my hands on the edge of the sink and Carter can lift my
skirt. A quick breaking of the bus makes me jerk forward and slam my shoulder
into the wall above the sink.
“Son of a
bitch!” I yell. “This is going to be dangerous.”
I giggle as
Carter slides his hands back down my sides and grazes over a particularly
ticklish spot.
“You’re not
supposed to be laughing. This is supposed to be awesome and hot,” he states as
his hands slide down my thighs and then immediately back up, pushing my skirt
up to my hips as he went.
“Oh believe
me, it’s totally hot,” I say with another giggle as the bus takes off and we
fall backwards. Carter falls on top of the toilet, and I landed on his lap
with an “oooomph”.
“Okay, this
might not have been one of our best ideas,” I say with a laugh as I try to get
up but the bus takes a curve and we both crash our shoulders into the wall on
the left right beneath the little bathroom window.
“Dammit! We
WILL have sex in this thing if it kills us,” Carter states as he pushes me off
of his lap and stands back up behind me.
“Carter, I
think this IS going to kill us. My dad is going to have to tell his friends
that his daughter died in a limo bus bathroom with her skirt up around her
hips. That is not okay!”
The bus
straightens and maintains a steady, non-deadly speed and a quick glance out of
the window shows us that we were on a long stretch of highway.
“Are you sure
no one can see us in here?” I ask in a panic as I feel Carter’s hands slide up
the back of my thighs and then pull my underwear down a few inches.
I hear his
zipper open and fabric rustling and before I can think of any other reasons why
this isn’t such a great idea, one of his hands slide around to the front,
between my legs, and his fingers slide through my wetness. I had been aching
with need for him since he first put his hand on my bare thigh in the car earlier.
Having him touch me like this, for the first time in
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