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Ever had sex in the bathroom? I don't mean the bathroom at your house. I mean a public bathroom. In public. No? Well, I can tell you, from recent personally experience, that it's... different.

I personally think it depends on the size of the bathroom. A small bathroom is good for riding maybe, but not much else. A larger bathroom, on the other hand, is good for all kinds of actives and the like. I had the recent pleasure to have myself laid out, with my boyfriend of course, in his work bathroom.

Keeping on a personal note, I feel like a setting where we could possibly be caught just adds to the hype of the sex. It's kind of like a slight adrenaline rush, when your going at it, and the factor that you could be caught or seen any second is hanging over you like a streetlight. It's almost orgasmic.

But let me stop with the banter. Your reading these stories to read about sex, so lets go down to it. (pun intended)

I had absolutely to do one day, and decided it was a good a day as any to visit my boyfriend at work. He wasn't on break, and had recently told me that he and another manager hadn't been paid. I won't get into the details there, and I'll suffice to say he was upset when I got there. He saw me, slid over, and pulled me into a hug. His inviting and warm body wrapped around mine, and I put my arms around his middle. He was young than I was, just by a year, which I found to cute. He was taller than me though, and most of the time I forgot I was older. I was twenty, while he was almost nineteen.

We stepped away from our hug, and he let out with a breath,

"I'm so glad you came to see me. I was about to cry, like I really was."

"Oh," I frowned, but then smiled as I felt myself blush. I hated seeing him sad, especially if it concerned something like his job. He smiled at me though, so I smiled back.

Wandering off to help a woman at the counter, Jordan slipped away with a kiss on my check, and I let my cheeks turn a darker shade of red. I turned to look at the array of wallets and key chains hung on the walls, then quietly thanked myself for staying away from a department store retail job. I worked a restaurant job cooking, and had been more than content with it for the last year and a half. (cooking pizzas pays my bills. Not all heroes wear capes you know.)

I was still lost in the array of wallets, and had to let Jordan call my name twice before I turned around.

"What?" I turned, looking around. I met his eyes then glanced to the customer at the counter, a good looking, husky-set husky woman with short blonde hair.

With little hesitation and a sly smile, Jordan asked me, "how would you rank my head?"

"What?" I flet myself almost laugh, then I sufficed to grin. "You mean, like, your face?" I waved a paw over my own opossum face.

"No, my head game," he said with a smile to rival my own. His cheeks were picking up blush, the white corners anyway, and he bluntly came out with, "how good am I at sucking your dick?"

"Oh, uh wow," I blushed hard now and rubbed my neck, looking down at my feet. Sexual-type situations, with the exception of my friends and Jordan, had always made me a bit nervous. I had always been private about that stuff, where Jordan, while he was with me, was a no-holds-bared type of mate. "On like, a scale of 1 to 10?" I asked with a still sheepish smile. My cheeks were hot now, but I couldn't deny that a certain someones blow job game was more than 'on point' to turn a phrase.

"Yeah, on a 1 to 10," Jordan was still smiling.

"It's like, a 12 and a half," I said with a red-faced grin.

"Okay, well there you go..." he turned back to the customer now, and I looked away, wishing my red cheeks would jump from my face and run away.

* * *

Not five minutes later was when we were in the bathroom, and I was on my paws and knees getting pile-driven. His manager had let us do it to, that was the thing. It was like something you see out of a movie or a TV show. He asked if he could 'show me the back' and that was that. He took my paw in his and pulled me past the shelves of posters, the rows of bongs and glass ware, and through a door that led to their storage space.

It made my OCD flare up something awful. I really dislike if things are out of order or messy, unless I know _exactly _where I can find things. I ignored it though as Jordan led me to a door that he pushed open, and stepped inside of me with. It was a somewhat spacious, clean-smellng, clean looking... bathroom.

I turned to look at him, and he gave me _that _look. You know what I mean. That look you give you partner, be you straight, bisexual, or gay, or whatever. That look that you give them when you've got ten minutes alone, and all you think is, "we got time to fuck?"

It turned out, as Jordan pulled me to him for a kiss, we had time to fuck. I kissed him back, my paws wrapping around his middle as his own arms pulled my slim frame to his own. I had been a week or so since I'd seen him, and every time we hung out, it seemed to get better. Our life, our relationship. Our sex. Our everything.

"Mmm," he moaned quietly, and as I stepped away and pulled down the zipper of my jacket, he quickly slipped open his belt, then pulled down his fly.

I was on my knees before he could blink, and put my paws on his firm things as I took his length in my mouth. The warm throbs that came next accompanied his soft moans, and a paw ran through my short hair. That really got me going, when he ran a paw over my head. When he stood over me, making me press his warm, dripping cock into my mouth. That was always good.

Sucking and swallowing his pre cum I kept my paws on his thighs, but also kept the time in the back of my mind. I sucked and licked him, feeling the throbs come as he grew a bit in my mouth. I pressed saliva onto his cock, then pulled it from my lips, swallowing.

"Get up," he said. I was happy to oblige, and as I turned around to pull my own pants, my lover mimicked me.

I leaned over, putting my paws on the wall, and Jordan put his cock against my rump. I had always been tight back there, but Jordan was good at getting past that. I felt the initial press of his hard cock against my hole, and I let out a quiet breath, relaxing. That was all it took, and the next second he slid inside me, and I let out a quiet moan.

He pushed in, not deep like he could, then came back out. One paw went to my hip and I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning any louder. My hips were my weakness. He'd put a paw on either hip and get deep in me, and I would be fit to burst. There was just something about the way it felt. This time though, his other paw went to my shoulder, and he fucked me good and hard.

"Yeah," I let the word slid out, and I breathed. I left my jacket on, not wanting it to get dirty, and Jordan laid into me, pressing his thick cock into my narrow hole. He slid in and out with ease though, and the pleasure of the rubbing made me shudder with glee. It had been to long since I'd been bent over like this.

"Ah, yeah," I heard him breath, and I looked back at him. He met my eyes and I bit my lip again.

"Oh, yeah come on baby," I kept my paws on the wall and looked at him, watching his body rock into mine.

He kept on me for a good three minutes, then let out a breath and pulled back. I backed into him, pressing my bare bottom against him, and he took my shoulder.

"Lean over," he said. I leaned over a sink as asked, and felt him pressed into me again.

He picked up his normal rhythm now, one paw on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he laid into me. He slid in and out with practiced ease, and I moaned quietly, one paw wrapped around my own dripping cock. My other paw was over the sink, gripping the edge while I breathed. It was getting warm, and pre-cum dribbled down my fingers. This was where the 'caught at any moment' part of this came into play. I realized we were in public, and that other people aside from Jordan used this bathroom. And while it had just been his manager in the store with him, I let the possibility of being caught fuel that heated and hot moment in the bathroom.

He worked me over the sink for another minute, then pulled me back, and pushed down on my shoulder. I went to my knees out of, dare I say, obedience. A slave should do well to mind his master, I'll tell any of you other bottoms out there. If you do, everyone wins. Jordan pushed me down then over, and I looked back at him, putting a paw to my behind. I spread a cheek as he came to slid in again, thinking he was getting close.

He got inside me and I looked ahead again, one arm braced on the wall and the other on my bottom. Jordan picked up his rhythm again, and rocked with one paw on my shoulder and the other on my bottom.

"Oh yeah," he grunted as he pressed into me, speeding up.

"Yeah?" I looked back at him, feeling that quiet, bottom voice of mine come out. "That good baby?"

"Oh yeah," he breath, looking at me. He always bit his bottom lip when he fucked, and god was it hot. I couldn't help but bit my own teeth as he pressed into me. "Oh yeah," he breathed again.

"Yeah?" I asked him now, thinking _I _could feel him getting close.

"Oh yeah I'm bout to cum," I moaned the words, and gave me one more hard push.

"Oh yeah come on," I bit my bottom lip, my hair falling over my forehead. Jordan slowed, and then let out a shuddering breath.

This was the first time I actually felt his cum fill up my bottom, and I moaned when it did. There wasn't ever a time the sex wasn't good.

"Yeah," Jordan moaned as he came, and I felt him let his load loose in my bottom. It was good that feeling. Nice and warm.

I stayed that way a moment as he pulled out of me, and I touched my own cock again, feeling pre-cum. "Fuck yeah," I breathed out, then let myself relax. I felt the cum drip from my bottom and I straightened up.

After that pants went up and breaths were caught. Jordan and I stepped out of the back, and he lead our conversation with,

"So, that's what the backs like."

"Bah," I rolled with it, smiling quietly to myself, "It's a bit messy for my taste."