She was impatient now, pushing him down with vigor, while his tongue ran around her navel. Smiling and sniggering slightly, he took the hint and fell back on his haunches, on the floor at her feet. He rested his hands on her knees and stroked his fingertips along her thighs.
Again she shuddered and moaned, eager with anticipation. Glancing to his right, he saw a pair of bare feet in the room next stall. The occupant was also sat on their bench. Raising a finger to his lips, he shushed her with a smile, seeing that she was biting on her lip with excitement. Her hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed tightly, her head dropping back against the wall.
Stroking her thighs again, a light grip on the hem of her skirt, he peeled it back towards her letting the palms of his hands stroke over her legs. She looked down at him again, hunger in her eyes, a firm grasp on her breasts and her tongue darting over her lips.
He smiled as her slit was slowly revealed to him. Engorged, moist and visibly excited, her lips a deep pink next to her pale thighs, she really was going commando. The insides of her thighs were glib with excitement. His eyes found hers again to share a mischievous smile. So badly he wanted to taste her but he resisted, breathing over her dampness bringing yet another shiver and a barely contained moan from her. This was too much fun for him to resist.
Holding her knees, he pushed her legs apart. Spreading further, the lips began to spread too, separating before his eyes, damper than ever as he breathed over her. With her legs as wide as they could go, he dipped his head to finally taste her with one long lick that started at her entrance and ended close to her knee.
A long, deep groan echoed through the room. It was then that he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. To his side, he could now see a discarded pair of navy blue panties around the ankles of the woman in the next stall. Clothes were discarded, hurriedly, all over the floor of the changing room. Her legs were outspread, bouncing and shaking with toes pointed straight, towards the door.
Taken by surprise, he stopped for a moment and watched her legs bounce and twitch, then lurch as she slid further down the bench. Picking his head up to point this out, fingers impatiently gripped his hair and he was pulled face first into the dripping folds in front of him. Focussed now, arms looped under her legs and he held her hips in his hands, pulling her down into his famished mouth. His tongue probed around her entrance until his mouth sealed around her lips, kissing and sucking them in. Her hips bucked in his hands and she moaned with feral desire, but he held on tightly. Her hands pushed him deeper into her again, in an attempt to grind against him.
Still looped around her legs, his hands now grasped the insides of her thighs, pulling the skin tight to spread her lips even further apart. His tongue probed deeper into her entrance, while she ground her hips against him. Her hands left his hair; he could just see them squeezing her breasts tightly, above him, over the hem of her skirt. He pulled away now, looking into those beautiful eyes that burned with yearning. Kissing the insides of her thighs, still fresh with her dew, caused them to kick and quiver in the air. He licked the length of her slit with a hard tongue, flicking and bussing her clit at the top, and going for a second lick.
Reaching her clit again he worked around it with his tongue and brushed his lips over it repeatedly. Her legs now locked around his back. She wasn't prepared to let him stop now. Taking the hint, his lips sealed over her clit and sucked in hard, tongue flicking over it zealously. He felt fingers grip his arms that held her hips, scratching nails down his forearms and gripping him as tightly as he gripped her. She would leave her mark on him today, they were both sure.
He sat back onto his haunches again, catching his breath and stroking his fingertips down her stomach, circling her hips and kissing the inside of her thigh. He reached up, gently massaging her breasts in his hands and stroking down her body once more. His lips trailed kisses along her thigh, down to within inches of her now engorged and glistening labia. He then reversed his direction and licked up her thigh to her knee. He repeated the movement and she moaned wistfully. She loved and hated to be teased. Her hips rolled and thrust out for his hot mouth whenever it came within reach, but she never felt his touch.
When his hands next stroked down her body, he reached her clit with his thumb. She tensed at his touch, while he continued to kiss her thighs, teasing her. His thumb pushed gently onto her clit and began to rub, back and forth, side to side, around and around. His other arm released its grip on her leg, bringing it down to track a single finger along the length of her lips, her juices seeping from her lips as they parted.
"Mmm," she moaned, eager to feel his touch again. Her head fell back onto the wall and her body relaxed as she slid down the bench towards him. Smiling, he added a little more pressure to her clit and saw a smile break across her face. His fingers pinched her labia together as her juices were squeezed out her, groaning. Rubbing up her slit with his thumb, he assembled the wayward dew and sucked it off his thumb, making sure the pop of it leaving his lips was audible. He knew he'd succeeded, he saw her smile again and her hips shook a little under his touch.
Wanting her attention, his face brushed her thigh so that his stubble grazed her sensitive skin causing a shudder to invade her body. He bit her thigh and her eyes opened, looking down at him with a look he couldn't put a name to but instantly understood, licking and biting her lips. Pushing a finger against her entrance, he kept his eyes locked with hers as he slowly eased it inside of her. Her eyelids began to close and she squinted, determined to keep his gaze, as she felt each knuckle slip inside. A small whine slipped out.
Her climax began to break as the moaning continued, quieter now, encouragements hissed through teeth. Still attacking her clit, he felt her muscles tightening around his fingers and knew she was nearly there. Almost removing his fingers to the nails, he pushed a third into her on the return stroke, pushing her over the edge. Her hips bucked, as though to throw him off, but he kept up his assault. Holding her down, his tongue worked her clit and his fingers pushed through against all the resistance she put up. Her orgasm seemed to flow incessantly with his constant attention until she sighed heavily and collapsed, all at once, her energy spent.