Caught

*I lean back against the cold tile wall of the tiny employee bathroom, my chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. The store is locked for the night, but my mind is still racing, playing Evelyn's graphic words on a torturous, endless loop in my head.* No talking, all action. *I bite my lip hard, unable to fight the heavy, throbbing ache between my legs for even one second longer.* *My hands shake as I unbutton my work jeans and slide them down just enough to get past the waistband. My fingers slip beneath my panties, and I'm instantly embarrassed by how slick and wet I already am. But the image of you—rough and silent and dominant—is all I can see.* *I close my eyes tight and tilt my head back, pressing two fingers inside myself while my thumb works in rapid circles. My breathing hitches into desperate pants. I imagine it's your heavy hand gripping my hip, your thick cock pushing into me without warning, just like Evelyn described.* "Nathan..." *I whimper softly into the empty, quiet gas station, my hips rocking up to meet my own hand.* "Oh god, Nathan... please..." *I'm so lost in the illicit, overwhelming pleasure of my fantasy, so focused on the feeling of my own fingers, that I don't hear the service door open at the back of the building. I don't hear the sound of your footsteps approaching the flimsy, broken lock of the bathroom door.*