Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 148: Switch Legs 2

The stall door clicked shut behind them.

Liam’s back pressed against the cool tile wall, his eyes moving across the small space.

White tile floor, slightly worn near the edges. White walls on three sides, a metal partition separating this stall from the next.

The toilet sat to his right, lid down, the porcelain clean but old.

The air smelled like cleaning solution. Sharp.Chemical. Underneath it was something floral, probably air freshener from one of those automatic dispensers mounted somewhere outside the stalls.

Jane stood in front of him, her back to the stall door, her hands still folded behind her. She was smiling. That same slow, deliberate smile she’d had since they left the mat.

Liam looked at her for a moment, then glanced at the door. At the small gap between the bottom of the door and the tile floor.

At the lock, a simple metal latch that looked like it had been turned and re-turned a thousand times.

"We’re in the women’s restroom," he said.

"Yeah," Jane said simply.

He waited.

She tilted her head, smile widening. "Men’s room is always a zoo. Someone coming in, someone leaving, someone at the urinals." She shrugged. "Nobody really comes in here at this hour."

Liam glanced at the gap under the door, then back at her. "Alright."

Jane’s smile shifted.

Her eyes dropped from his face to his waist, lingering there for a moment before moving back up. "Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now." Her voice dropped, teasing. "You were so confident back there. So eager. What happened to all that?"

Liam didn’t say anything.

He just reached down, grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

His dick swung free, already half-hard from everything that had happened on the mat, from the way Jane had been looking at him, from the way the woman in pink had pressed her chest against his back.

Jane’s eyes dropped immediately, locking onto it.

Liam looked at her, his expression flat, his voice calm. "Are you going to keep talking and asking me silly questions, or are you going to use your mouth for something better?"

Her smile didn’t fade. It just changed. Slower. More deliberate. Her eyes stayed on his dick for another moment, then moved back up to his face.

"Alright," she said quietly.

She dropped to her knees.

The tile was hard and cold beneath her, but she didn’t seem to care.

Her hands came up, wrapping around his thighs, her fingers pressing lightly into his skin.

Her nails were short, clean, painted a light pink that matched the flush starting to spread across her cheeks.

She leaned forward.

Her mouth opened, and she took him in.

Warm. Wet. Soft.

The sensation hit Liam all at once, sharp and overwhelming. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his dick as she moved forward, taking him deeper, her lips wrapping tight around him.

His hand came up immediately, bracing against the tile wall beside him. The surface was cool under his palm, smooth and unyielding.

’Fuck.’

Jane didn’t go slow. Didn’t tease. She just went in, her head moving forward until he hit the back of her throat, the pressure tight and perfect, then pulling back just enough before doing it again.

The sound was wet and deliberate, filling the small space, mixing with the hum of the fluorescent light and the faint drip of a faucet somewhere outside the stall.

Liam’s jaw tightened, his breathing already starting to shift. His free hand moved to her hair, his fingers threading through the blonde strands of her ponytail. He didn’t pull. Just rested it there, feeling the way her head moved forward and back, forward and back.

She looked up at him.

Her eyes met his, sharp and focused, and she didn’t stop. If anything, she went deeper.

*Mmmmmm*

Her throat tightened around him, her tongue moving along his length, circling the head when she pulled back, then flattening again when she went forward.

Her hands gripped his thighs tighter, her nails pressing into his skin just slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind him they were there.

Liam exhaled slowly through his nose, his chest rising and falling with each stroke. His hand tightened slightly in her hair, not pulling, just holding, feeling the rhythm she was setting.

’This feels incredible.’

Her ponytail swung slightly with each movement, her hair strands catching the light.

Her back was arched, her ass raised slightly behind her, the leggings she was wearing stretched tight across her hips and thighs.

She pulled back, just for a second, her tongue dragging along the underside of his dick before her mouth released him completely.

A thin line of saliva connected her lips to him, breaking when she leaned back slightly.

She looked up at him, her breathing slightly heavier now, her lips wet and swollen. "You good?"

Liam’s hand stayed in her hair. "Yeah."

She smiled, then leaned forward again.

This time she went faster.

Her mouth took him in completely, her throat working around him, the wet sounds louder now, more deliberate.

Her hands slid up from his thighs to his hips, her fingers gripping him there, pulling him slightly forward with each stroke, guiding the rhythm.

Liam’s breathing was getting heavier, his chest rising and falling faster.

His hand tightened in her hair, his hips shifting forward involuntarily, and she took it, took all of it, her throat opening up to let him deeper.

’God. She’s really good at this.’

And then the door to the restroom opened.

Liam’s eyes snapped toward the sound.

Footsteps. Multiple. Loud on the tile.

Voices.

"I’m just saying, if he’s going to wear a tank top like that, he better have the arms to back it up." The voice was female, sharp and confident, carrying easily across the space.

Jane didn’t stop.

Liam’s eyes widened slightly, his hand tightening in her hair, but she just kept going. Kept moving.

Her head bobbing forward and back, her mouth tight around him, her tongue working deliberately.

’She’s not stopping.’

A second voice, softer but still clear. "You’re terrible. He was fine."

"Fine isn’t good enough. I need someone who looks like they could pick me up and throw me around without breaking a sweat."

Laughter. Then the sound of a faucet turning on, water running.

Liam’s jaw clenched. His whole body was tense now, his breathing controlled, his eyes locked on the gap under the stall door where he could see shadows moving.

Jane pulled back slightly, her tongue circling the head of his dick, then went forward again. Deeper this time. Her throat tightened around him, the sensation sharp and overwhelming, and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sound.

"There was that guy by the bench press though," the first woman continued. "Did you see him? The one with the tattoo on his shoulder?"

"Steve? Yeah, I saw him."

"God, I’d let him do whatever he wanted. No hesitation."

The second woman laughed, the sound bouncing off the tile walls. "You say that about every guy here."

"Not every guy. Just the ones worth saying it about." A pause. Water shutting off. "Honestly, half the reason I come here is just to look. The workout is secondary."

"That’s because you don’t actually work out. You just walk on the treadmill for ten minutes and leave."

"Hey, I’m working on it. Besides, I already look good. I just need a guy to walk me out of here and make it worth my time."

More laughter.

Jane’s mouth moved faster now. Her lips tight around him, her tongue pressing harder, her hands gripping his hips and pulling him forward with each stroke.

Liam’s hips shifted involuntarily, his breathing uneven.

"Ahh... fuck."

It came out before he could stop it. Quiet, but clear enough.

The voices stopped.

"Wait." The first woman’s voice, sharp now. "Did you hear that?"

Silence.

Then: "Hear what?"

"That sound. It sounded like..." A pause. "Like a guy."

"A guy? In here?"

"Yeah. I swear I just heard a guy’s voice."

Liam’s heart was pounding now, his whole body rigid, his hand fisting in Jane’s hair. He tried to pull her back, tried to get her to stop, but she didn’t. She just looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and kept going.

Faster.

Deeper.

Her throat working around him, the wet sounds louder, more deliberate, like she was daring him to make another sound.

’She’s doing this on purpose.’

"You’re being paranoid," the second woman said.

"No, I’m serious. I heard something." Footsteps now. Getting closer. "Maybe we’ve got a gym creep in here."

"A gym creep?"

"Yeah. Some guy sneaking into the women’s restroom to get off or something."

"Oh my god. Seriously?"

"Give me your phone. I’m going to record this and post it if someone’s actually in here."

"Here."

The footsteps were right outside the stall now. Liam could see the shadows under the door, two pairs of feet, one in white sneakers, the other in black.

’First day at this gym and I’m going to get caught in the women’s restroom getting head. Perfect.’

His breathing was shallow, controlled, his whole body tense. He could use cloak. The skill was right there if he needed it. But Jane wasn’t stopping, and if he was being honest with himself, the rush of it.

Her hands gripped his hips tighter, her nails digging into his skin now, her mouth moving faster, her throat taking him deeper with each stroke.

The pressure was building. Fast. Too fast.

Three sharp knocks on the stall door.

"Hello? Someone in there?"

Liam didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Just stood there, frozen, his hand still in Jane’s hair, his other hand braced against the wall.

Jane’s eyes stayed locked on his face. Her mouth kept working. Her lips tight. Her tongue pressing hard against him. Her throat opening up to take him completely.

’Shit... I’m about to cum.’

The knocking came again. Louder this time. More insistent.

"We know someone’s in there. If you don’t answer, we’re calling security."

Liam bit down on the inside of his cheek, hard, the pain cutting through the pressure building low in his stomach just enough to keep him from making another sound.

But it was too late.

The pressure broke.

He came.

Hard and sudden, his whole body going rigid, his hand fisting tighter in Jane’s hair as he buried himself as deep as her throat would take.

Jane didn’t pull back. Didn’t hesitate.

She swallowed.

Once. Twice. Her throat working around him, taking everything, her hands still gripping his hips, her eyes still locked on his face.

*Mmph*

The sound came from her throat, muffled and quiet, as she took the last of it, her tongue moving along his length one final time before her mouth released him completely.

She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along him, a thin line of saliva connecting them for just a moment before it broke.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up, her movements calm and deliberate.

She turned toward the stall door.

"Can you leave?" she said, her voice loud and clear, cutting through the silence. "You’re disturbing me."

Silence from the other side.

Then, quieter now: "Oh. Shit. Sorry."

The footsteps moved away quickly, the two women muttering to each other as they left, their voices fading, the restroom door swinging open and then shut again.

The space was quiet.

Just the hum of the fluorescent light. The faint drip of the faucet outside the stall.

Jane turned back to Liam, her smile back in place, her head tilted slightly to the side. "Was I any help?"

Liam leaned back against the wall, his chest still rising and falling unevenly, his heart still pounding. He looked at her for a long moment, then nodded once.

"Plenty."