"I… uh…" His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. Lindsey hopped off the sink and came toward him, reaching past him to shut the door, forcing him fully into the room. His eyes were still glazed, stunned, and he licked his lips as he looked down at her. "I don't even know you."

"I'm Lindsey." She cupped the bulge she knew would be in his jeans. "Who are you?"

"Fred…" His eyes widened even more the moment her hand began to rub at his stiff cock.

"Now we know each other." Lindsey dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. "Let's fuck."

"Oh my god," he groaned when she freed his cock and put it into her mouth. She sucked him completely hard, until he was bouncing back up the moment she let him go, and then turned around and bent over the sink.

"You want to pull down my shorts?" She looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Yeah," he said hoarsely, glancing toward the door with his cock in his hand.

"Shit, I could get fired for this."

Lindsey grinned, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "And my mother's out there waiting for me. Aren't we just so bad?"

His hands moved over the silky material, rubbing it between her legs. Lindsey bit her lip and arched against his probing fingers.

"Come on." She reached between her legs and pulled her shorts aside to show him her shaved pussy. "Just put it in and fuck me."

He cocked his head to peer between her legs, his hand moving up and down his shaft. Lindsey sighed, reaching her hand back and spreading her lips with two fingers.

"Here, Fred!" She whistled, as if she were calling a dog, sliding one of her fingers into her pussy. "Right here, boy."

The head of his cock touched her pussy, nudging her finger aside. Their eyes met in the mirror and he frowned, swallowing hard.

"I…" he started, and then cleared his throat.