The stall door rattled again, and my blood turned to ice. Aaron's c**k was still buried deep in my p***y, his body tense against mine, both of us slick with sweat and c*m. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp, my heart slamming like a bass drum.
Who the f**k was that?
The voice was feminine, smooth with a hint of an accent...wait, I knew it. Earlier that evening, when I'd checked in, there'd been a woman at the desk too, handing out towels. Kesha, I think her name was. Curvy, with long dark hair and a body that screamed...'I lift heavy things for fun.'
She'd smiled at me, all professional, but now? This was bad. Or was it?
Aaron's eyes met mine in the foggy mirror, wide with panic but flickering with something darker...excitement? He didn't pull out, just held me tighter,
