“Mm! Fuck! Yes!” she calls out.
The stalls shake in response to my quickening pace.
I hear the bathroom door open again, but there’s no stopping us now. We’re reaching the point of no return. Natalie and I keep ourselves quiet by pressing our mouths together and breathing hot and heavy through our noses. Nevertheless, soft, little “mm… mm” sounds escape from us. Hers get higher and higher in pitch as she gets close. Mine get progressively deeper. I’m hoping they’re not too loud, but by then I’m too close to an orgasm to really care.
With one final thrust, we finish together. As our respective orgasms pulse through us, our muscles relax and our kiss becomes deeper, slower, more tender.
We’re both sweaty as I bury my face in the crook of her neck. Our breath comes in quickly, releases in long, slow exhalations.
“Order in the court…” she whispers playfully.
“Any objections?” I ask, gently kissing her neck.
“None, your honor.”
“Then,” I say, slowly sliding out of her, “court adjourned.”
“I don’t know about my client,” she says as I set her on her feet, “but counsel certainly got off…”
We both giggle and that’s definitely loud enough to blow our cover. So despite Natalie’s non-verbal protestations, I step out of the stall and button up.
A moment later, I’m washing my hands at the sink when a woman emerges from one of the stalls and freezes as she sees me.
“Hello,” I say casually as I shake water from my hands.
Another stall opens. Another woman steps out and freezes. “Hi,” I say, just as cooly as you please.
Thankfully, neither one of them screams for security. I towel my hands off.
Natalie emerges from the stall where we just made love. She finishes buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt. The women now eye her. Even if they didn’t hear us reaching climax, it doesn’t take a law scholar to know what’s just happened.
One of them looks scandalized. The other one appraises both Natalie and myself for just a moment before trying to hide a coy smile. I swear there’s a hint of admiration in her eyes.
It’s entirely possible they’ll sell this story to the tabloids before the day is out.
For once, I really don’t care.
My hands now dry, I find Natalie’s panties in my suit pocket and hand them to her. We both fight not to giggle again as she stoops to pull them up.
I make for the door. Just before I exit, I give a glance back to the other women and offer them a polite word of departure.
“Ladies.”