The Locked Door

The bathroom smelled of lavender soap and something else—something warm and electric that made my skin prickle the second I pushed the door open. I’d only ducked in to fix my hair after the last class, but there she was, leaning against the sink, her yoga pants still damp with sweat, her dark hair a mess.

“Maya,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I meant.

She smiled, slow and knowing. “Nick. I was hoping you’d follow me.”

The restaurant below was dark, chairs stacked, lights dimmed. We were alone in the back hallway, the only sound the hum of the fridge and her breathing. She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the salt on her neck.

“I’ve been watching you all month,” she whispered. “The way you move. The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

I swallowed. “You’re my student.”

“And right now I’m just a woman who wants you to fuck me against that door.”

My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans. She saw it, reached down, and palmed me through the denim, her fingers tracing the shape. “God, you’re big.”

I backed her into the bathroom, locked the door behind us. The fluorescents buzzed. She pulled her top over her head, her tits bouncing free, nipples tight and dark. I cupped them, thumbs circling, and she moaned, arching into my hands.

“I want to taste you first,” she said, dropping to her knees.

She unzipped me, pulled my cock out, and licked the underside from base to tip. Her tongue was hot, wet, deliberate. She took me into her mouth, deep, her throat opening, and I grabbed her hair, guiding her rhythm. She gagged slightly, but didn’t stop, her eyes watering as she pushed further.

“Fuck, Maya,” I breathed. “That’s it.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking me with her fist. “Now fuck me. Hard.”

I bent her over the sink, yanked her pants and panties down to her knees. Her ass was round and firm, and I spread her cheeks, seeing her wet pussy glistening. I slid two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her hips bucking.

“You’re so wet.”

“For you. Only for you.”

I pulled my fingers out and pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. She pushed back, taking me in an inch at a time. The heat of her was incredible, tight and slick. I grabbed her hips and drove deep, burying myself to the hilt.

“Oh god,” she cried, her hands gripping the porcelain edge.

I fucked her fast and hard, the sound of our bodies slapping echoing off the tiles. Her moans turned into broken words, half pleas, half curses. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles.

“I’m close,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I pounded into her, changing the angle, and she screamed as she came, her walls clenching around me. I kept going, feeling the tremors ripple through her, and then I pulled out and spun her around.

I lifted her onto the sink, her legs wrapping around my waist, and pushed back inside her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her head falling back. I thrust slow and deep, watching her face, the way her lips parted, the flush on her cheeks.

“Look at me,” I said.

She did, her eyes dark and glassy. “Come inside me, Nick. I want to feel it.”

That was all it took. I buried myself deep and came with a groan, hot and pulsing, her pussy milking me dry. She held me tight, her legs trembling around me.

For a long moment, we just breathed. She reached up, touched my cheek, smiled.

“That was… unexpected,” I said, laughing softly.

“Best kind of surprise.” She kissed me, slow and tender. “Same time next week?”

I laughed again. “I’ll be there.”

CATEGORIES: [Toilet, Yoga, Teacher, Restaurant, Student]