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her pussy, his tongue
probing at her clitoris almost instantly, forcing her to inhale sharply.
    His hands grabbed
her arse to steady her, but she wanted more. Somehow she manoeuvred one leg up
a little and rested her foot on the basin to her left. With her right hand
placed against the roof of the cubicle she was at a crazy angle, but the
pleasure only intensified. “Mmm,” she heard him mumble approvingly as her askew
stance allowed his tongue to explore further, circling her clit, slipping lower,
probing inside her, licking her, savouring her juices.
    His hands pushed
her buttocks, forcing her to buck into him harder as he expertly
tongue-massaged her vulva. She reached down with one hand and pulled at his
dark hair, letting herself go as he continued to nudge her towards orgasm. “Oh
fuck,” she murmured as he took one hand from her arse and slowly slid a slick
finger inside her cunt, teasing her as his mouth continued to concentrate on
her clit. She rocked in this strange position, eyes shut tightly as he
pleasured her until she murmured, frantically, “I want you inside me. Now!”
    It sounded like an
order and Adam took it as such. He moved his lips to her stomach, and any
possible hang-up she had about that area was so far from her mind that she
simply clutched his head to her body for a moment, feeling carnal joy pulse
through her veins. He picked her up once more. He wasn’t built like a
Chippendale or a bodybuilder; he was more slender, but he seemed to have
effortless strength and grace, even in this cramped environment. They swung
round so that she once again had her back to the door. He sat on the toilet
seat and she looked down at his thick cock. From nowhere he produced a condom
and snapped it on, then he reached forward and grabbed her bum and pulled her
towards him. She straddled his thighs and, holding her skirt up on her stomach,
she slowly moved downwards until she could feel the tip of his penis against
her clit. She clutched his dick for a moment and then guided it to her opening
before bending her legs and sliding all the way down the shaft.
    She swallowed hard
as he seemed to grow even larger inside her. She wrapped her arms round his
neck and, for the first time, suddenly noticed that there was a window in the
bathroom. “God, business class is amazing!” she whispered, as he gripped her
buttocks once more and encouraged her to ride him, moving right to the tip of
his cock and then all the way down to the base with each gliding movement.
    Faster they went,
him thrusting powerfully now, his body actually above the seat, her feet off
the floor as he lifted her just an inch or so in the air, entirely supported by
his arms and his cock. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it
hungrily, enveloping it in his mouth, and she knew she was close. Harder he plunged
inside her and harder she rode, forcing herself down on him and pushing up on
his shoulders each time she rose in the air. She heard him moaning louder and
she bit at his neck to try to stop herself from screaming. And then, from deep
within, she felt the orgasm washing over her. She clung harder to his neck and
he dug his hands ever deeper into her arse, his thrusts somehow finding new
depths. She began to feel his whole being shudder as he started to come and she
let go completely, kissing him deeply, allowing the contorted, beautiful,
helpless moan of her orgasm to pass almost silently into his mouth.
    Their bodies
relaxed. He dropped to the seat, her head drooped over his shoulder, and they
rested for a moment, breathing heavily. She felt pinpricks of sweat on his
smooth back. He kissed her neck.
    A moment later,
they were giggling a little as they passed each other their discarded clothes
and dressed themselves once more. Noting the rather lovely finish of the
bathroom fittings at last, Helena looked in the mirror and was absolutely
positive that it would be obvious to everyone that she had just had sex. Her
hair was tousled,