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The salt air clings to your skin as you stand outside the beachside bathroom, the rough concrete warm under your bare feet. The afternoon sun is brutal, hammering down across the sand, but you barely notice it. Your eyes are fixed on the door she disappeared through ten minutes ago. Fifteen, maybe. You've lost count.
Maruzensky had been laughing, twirling on the sand in that a bikini that barely held her together, when one of the top straps slipped. She'd caught it with her elbow, face going pink, and mumbled something about changing into her spare. The way she'd scurried off, clutching the loose strap to her chest, would've been cute if you weren't already half-hard from watching her all morning.
Now the minutes keep piling up and something cold settles in your gut. You check your phone. Nothing. No messages, no calls. The bathroom is quiet from out here, too quiet.
You scan the beach once, confirm no one's watching, and push through the door. The bathroom is tiled and cool, smelling faintly of bleach and salt. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. Three stalls line the wall, all with their doors hanging open except the last one.
"Maruzensky?" Your voice bounces off the tiles. "You okay in here?"
A beat of silence. Then a small, muffled sound, half gasp, half laugh. "A-Ah! Um, I'm fine! Just... the strap broke in a weird way and I'm having trouble with this second one and..." She trails off, voice going smaller. "You... you came to check on me?"
You step closer to the stall door. "You were gone a while. I got worried."
"Worried?" Her voice goes soft and strange, like she's tasting the word for the first time. Another pause. Then the lock clicks.
The door swings open and Maruzensky is standing there in a red bikini, the top still askew, one strap hanging loose against her shoulder. Her hair is slightly damp at the ends, her teal eyes wide and glassy. She looks at you like you've just handed her something precious. A strange little smile curling her lips.
Before you can say anything, her hand shoots out, grabs your wrist, and yanks you inside the stall. The door slams shut behind you. The lock clicks again.
The stall is small, barely enough room for the two of you. Her chest presses against yours with every breath. She's looking up at you with those bright teal eyes, and there's something hungry flickering behind them now.
"Maruzen, what..."
Her fingers find the waistband of your swim trunks an then her mouth crashes into yours.
It's not a soft kiss. It's desperate and searching, her tongue sliding against your lower lip until you open for her. She tastes like salt and the sweet drink she was sipping on the sand. One of her hands slides up your chest while the other works at the drawstring of your trunks, tugging, pulling.
You break the kiss long enough to gasp. "Maruzen..."
"I want this." Her voice is breathless but certain. Her fingers find your cock through the fabric, stroke once, and you're already hard. "I want you. Right now."
Your hands find her hips, thumbs hooking into the sides of her bikini bottoms. The fabric is damp, from the ocean, from her. You pull them down and she steps out of them without hesitation, kicking them to the corner of the stall. She reaches back and unclasps the top, letting it fall. Her tits bounce free, nipples already hard and dark against her pale skin.
"Maruzen..."
"Like what you see?" She's grinning bold and bright, but there's a tremor in her voice. She reaches for your trunks again and this time she gets them open, pushing them down your hips. Your cock springs free, thick and aching, and her eyes drop to it immediately.
"Bigger than I imagined," she murmurs, almost to herself. Then her hand wraps around the shaft and you hiss through your teeth. She's warm and soft and her grip is perfect, tight enough to make your knees weak.
"Turn around," you manage.
She obeys, bracing her hands against the stall wall. Her ass is round and perfect, the curve of her back begging for it. You step up behind her, one hand finding her hip, the other guiding your cock to where she's already slick and waiting.
"Ready?"
"Been ready for along time," she breathes.
You push in.
The sound she makes goes straight to your gut. She's tight, very tight, clenching around you as you sink deeper. Her back arches, pressing her ass harder against your hips.
Your hips find a rhythm fast, driving into her with a wet slap that echoes off the tiles. Her head drops forward, hair swaying, and she bites her own wrist to muffle the sounds she's making. But it doesn't work, every thrust punches a whimper out of her, sharp and desperate.
"Feels so good," she moans against her arm. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't..."
You wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back against you harder. The angle changes and she cries out, louder this time, her whole body shuddering.
"Right there," she gasps. "Right there, don't stop..."
Your thumb finds her clit, slippery and swollen, and you circle it in time with your thrusts. She's soaked, your cock slides in and out of her with obscene wet sounds, her slick running down her thighs.
"I'm close," she whimpers. "I'm so close, please, please make me..."
"Cum on my cock," you growl in her ear, and she sobs.
That's what does it. Her walls clamp down around you, her whole body seizing as she comes, a long broken moan pressed into her arm. You keep fucking her through it, chasing your own edge, feeling her milk you with every aftershock.
And then the bathroom door creaks open.
You freeze. Maruzensky's eyes go wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. You're still buried inside her, still throbbing, and neither of you moves a muscle.
Voices. Laughing. A group of women, by the sound of it, chattering about sunscreen and the waves. Sandals slapping against tile. The stall next to you shakes as someone enters it.
Maruzensky's whole body is trembling. She's looking back at you over her shoulder, eyes huge and desperate, a single tear of panic tracking down her cheek.
You press a finger to your lips.
Slowly, agonizingly, you start to move again. Inch by inch. The sensation is maddening, the tight wet heat of her, the risk of being caught, the knowledge that any sound could give you away. Her mouth is clamped shut, her breath coming in ragged, silent gasps.
The women are talking about dinner plans. One of them laughs, loud and carefree. The toilet flushes next door.
You keep thrusting. Slow. Deep. Maruzensky's eyes roll back in her head and she has to bite her own hand to keep quiet. Her pussy is squeezing you like a fist, so tight from the tension and fear and arousal that you can barely move.
The stall door next to you opens. Sandals slap away toward the sinks. Water runs. More chatter.
"Did you see that guy with the surfboard?"
"Which one? The tall one?"
"No, the one with the..."
Maruzensky's hips start pushing back against you, slow and desperate. She can't help herself. Neither can you. Your hand finds her mouth, covering it, and you pick up the pace just slightly.
The voices fade. The bathroom door swings shut.
Silence.
For one long second, neither of you moves. Then Maruzensky pulls your hand away from her mouth and turns her head.
"Don't you stop now," she hisses.
You grab her hips and fuck her like you mean it, hard and fast, the wet slap of skin filling the empty bathroom. She's moaning openly now, no more holding back, her voice bouncing off the tiles.
"Yes, yes, yes, please, don't stop, don't ever stop..."
You're both dripping sweat, the stall air thick with the smell of sex. Her knees are buckling but you hold her up, one arm around her waist, the other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
"I'm gonna cum", you warn her.
"Inside me," she gasps. "Cum inside me, I want to feel it, I want..."
You bury yourself to the hilt and let go. Hot and thick, pumping into her, and she comes again with a scream she doesn't bother to muffle, her body convulsing around you as you empty yourself into her.
You stay like that for a long moment, panting, pressed together, slick with sweat and cum. Her head falls back against your shoulder and she laughs, a breathless, giddy sound.
"We almost got caught," she whispers.
She turns in your arms, still laughing, and kisses you soft and slow. When she pulls back, her teal eyes are bright and warm.
"Worth it?"
You look at her, flushed, fucked-out, beautiful, and pull her close.
"Every second."