Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) by Cairo

who’s stalking me! “Kara, what are you…”
    Without a word she grabs me, cups my face between her warm hands and kisses me, cutting me off and pushing me back into one of the opened stalls. She kicks the door shut. Her mouth is on mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Oh, God! Her lips are soft and so damn juicy. Her hand slides down my back, finding their way to my ass. She palms it, holding me tightly against her grinding pelvis. I moan and gyrate my hips into hers. My pussy already throbbing and slick from all of my previous lewd thoughts.
    “I wanna eat your pussy,” she says, reaching under my dress, grasping the waistband of my moist panties. I feel like I am teetering on the edge of deception being here with her—her fingers working my clit over—while leaving Jarrod sitting out there with his hard dick practically ready to burst through his pants.
    “Wait…wait,” I say breathlessly, trying to pry her hands from off of me. “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”
    “I’m here having dinner with a friend,” she says, grinning. “I saw you when you walked by our table. And now I’m ready for my dessert.”
    I blink. “And what’s that?”
    “You.” She pushes me up against the stall door and snakes her tongue inside my mouth. A shiver of arousal snakes up my spine as her body presses into mine. She pushes my panties aside to feel my wetness.
    “Oh, God, no,” I protest, concern in my voice. “What if someone walks in?”
    “Then we’ll give them a show. Do you want me inside of you, Ava?” Her lips press against my ear. She trails her hand along my quivering thighs.
    Oh, God!
    “Uh, um…”
    “Say it. Tell me you want me.”
    I am so very conflicted. Her hand is now pressed to my clit over my panties, and she’s kissing my neck. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back to give her access.
    God, her hands and lips feel good!
    “I…want…mmm…wait…I…we…can’t do this.”
    “Yes, we can. And we will. Say you want me.”
    “Not here.”
    “Yes. Here. Right now.” Another soft moan escapes me as she loops her fingers into my Vickies and fingers my secret. My clit responds to her touch. “Let me taste this wet pussy, Ava.”
    “Oh, God…Oh, God…”
    “God can’t help you. Only this hot tongue can.”
    She plunges her fingers into my slickness. I shut my eyes and throw my head back, lifting a leg, planting my foot up on the toilet paper holder.
    Girl, get a grip of yourself!
    We’re in the women’s bathroom, for Christ’s sake! What if someone walks in and catches us?
    “I just want a taste of this wet, juicy fruit.” My thighs shake as she strokes me, working her fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. “You like that? You like the way I play in your pussy?”
    I moan. “Oh, God, yesssss.”
    “Let me lick your pussy. Then you can go back out there with lover boy, who is very handsome by the way.”
    In my head, I hear myself pleading for her to stop. I hear myself telling her no over and over, trying to pull her hand from between my wobbly legs. This is what I imagine myself doing. But it isn’t real. What’s real is that I am in a bathroom stall with another woman, enjoying the way her lips feel on mine. Loving the way her fingers feel on my clit, in my pussy. This shouldn’t be happening. But it is. And it feels…so fucking good!
    I am not a lesbian!
    “Oh, yesss…ooooooh, yessssss…”
    “C’mon, Ava. Let me get a taste of this pussy. The sooner you give me some, the sooner you can get back to your table. I know you don’t wanna keep lover boy waiting. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy so I can let you get back to him.”
    Her fingers ease out of my slickness. She puts them to my lips. I open my mouth. Allow her to slide her fingers in, tasting me on them. She slips her fingers from out of my mouth, then puts them in hers. Sensually, she sucks and licks them, turning me on more.
    I have allowed all of my good senses to get