A Girls Affair #7
Title: “Scandal in the Ladies Room”
The dimly lit bathroom stall door clicks shut, the lock engaging with a satisfying snick. Lila leans against the cool metal, trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper of her pencil skirt. Her heart pounds wildly, a staccato rhythm echoing in her ears as she wriggles out of the tight garment, letting it pool around her heels.
Across the nightclub,-amidst the pulsing beats and writhing bodies-Lila’s girlfriend Cassandra presides over their VIP booth like a queen, sipping her cosmopolitan with a sinful curl to her glossy lips. Unbeknownst to the brunette beauty, her red-headed lover just ditched her, drawn into a clandestine tryst.
Shrouded in shadows, a petite blonde materializes, her alabaster skin glowing in the low light. Sinful violet eyes sparkle with mischief as she reaches out to caress Lila’s curves.
“Did you miss me, naughty girl?” Lily purrs, deft fingers tracing the edge of Lila’s lace panties. Lila bites back a gasp, a bolt of illicit desire shooting through her body. The ravenous blonde leans in, peppering heated kisses along Lila’s neck as she slides Lila’s flimsy panties down to her knees.
“Touch me,” Lila breathes, desperate to be filled, claimed, set ablaze. Lily grins, running a fingertip through Lila’s soaked folds. She brings the glistening digit to Lila’s mouth, painting her red lips with her essence.
“So wet already,” Lily murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Such a naughty girl, sneaking off to be fingered in the toilet.”
Lila whimpers needily, the words sparking a dark thrill. Lily pushes two fingers into Lila’s hot, slick channel, pumping in a delicious rhythm. Lila grinds shamelessly against Lily’s hand, chasing her pleasure.
Lily’s other hand reaches up to fondle Lila’s perfect breasts, rolling a stiff peak between her fingers. Filthy words fall from her lips, a litany of Lila’s faults and how badly she wants to punish her little slut.
The dirty talk combined with Lily’s expert touch had Lila teetering on the edge of ecstasy. She felt the thump of her clit against Lily’s palm as her legs began to quake and quiver.
“Come for me,” Lily commands, pressing her thumb onto Lila’s sensitive nub. “Come on my fingers like the dirty girl you are.”
Lila unravels, tossing her head back with a sharp cry as her orgasm crashes over her, wave after wave of bliss radiating from her core. Lily holds her tight, fingers buried to the hilt in Lila’s clenching heat, working her through the aftershocks.
Sated and shaking, Lila slumps against the stall, lost in a pleasurable daze. Lily grins, bringing her glistening fingers to her lips and licking them clean with relish.
“Until next time, pet,” Lily whispers, pressing one last kiss onto Lila’s slack mouth. Then she vanishes, leaving Lila alone with her scandalous desires.
Across the club, Cassandra sits unaware, sipping her cocktail. The pounding music masks the wet, obscene sounds of Lila’s desperation. No one is the wiser that Lila just betrayed her girlfriend in the most intimate way. The doors swing open, Lila emerging with a secretive smile, her skirt hiked up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. She takes her seat, crossing her legs coyly. She meets Cassandra’s eyes with a smirk, feeling the throb between her legs with every beat.
With the faint musky scent of Lily clinging to her skin, Lila feels a renewed sense of power. She toyed with the temptation, and the thrill of taking that next step thrilled her. The thought of Cassandra’s obliviousness spurred her on. She wondered if she could hide this shameful seduction or if her girlfriend could taste forbidden fruit on her lips. Either way, Lila would be back for more forbidden fruit. The risk was exhilarating, and she was addicted.
