Title: The Others
Author: Diana
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Entirely fictional story.
Note: Number 2. from Saga's list of prompts and it's your turn Tracey! *pop*
"Oh God....I hope the others didn't see us come in here!"
"Don't worry about it.", Orlando replied pressing Tracey against the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink. "Everybody is so drunk they won't even notice we're missing!"
"Still. I'm not sure this is a good idea, maybe we should wait until we get home.", Tracey said trying to reason with Orlando as his hands quickly worked their way under her short dress and pulled her panties down.
"I can't wait....THIS can't wait!", he stressed grabbing her hand and placing it over his hard on.
Tracey bit her bottom lip as her eyes kept darting to the locked door expecting one of the guests from the party to knock at any second.
"Come on Tracey....don't you want me?", Orlando murmured close to her ear before planting tiny kisses along her neck.
"Yes. Yes I do!", she gushed just before he claimed her mouth and as their kiss deepened she worked on freeing him from his jeans. As she grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, Orlando urgently slipped into her slick core, his hips frantically thrusting while his mouth continued it's assault on hers.
When he felt his body reaching it's peak, Orlando threw his head back, Tracey's climatic cries pushing him over the edge with a violent orgasm, his legs suddenly feeling like rubber. He blindly reached behind her trying to find something solid to hold on to and with an audible pop....accidentally pulled the faucet's handle out, instantly drenching them both.
Tracey didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she stood there dripping wet watching Orlando, who with his pants around his ankles, reached underneath the sink and turned off the main water valve.
"Maybe we should have waited until we got home.", Orlando spoke as he struggled to pull his soaked boxers and jeans up.
"Ya think?", Tracey replied flipping her wet hair away from her face. Spotting her panties on the floor, she bent down, picked them up and wrung them before stuffing them into her small handbag which was also soaking wet.
"Well, shall we head off then? I don't think the party is going to get any livelier than this.", Orlando joked.
Tracey scanned the small disaster area then looked at Orlando. He was completely wet from head to toe and she thought he never looked hotter.
With a flirtatious grin, she nodded, anxious to get him home alone but when he opened the door her eyes opened wide in surprise when she saw all the guests standing in front of the bathroom door. She grabbed his hand and buried her face in his shoulder as the crowd began to clap and whistle as they made their way towards the front door.