After a moment, Sarah stood up again, then quickly reached under her skirt to remove her lace panties, dropping them to the floor. They paused, looking at each other, then suddenly Darren moved forward, and Sarah placed one foot on the toilet seat, giving him easy access to her as his stiff penis pressed against her belly. Her scent was of sex, her warmth was of sex – it had come unexpected, but it was also the exact thing both of them needed right there and then. Darren kissed her passionately, one hand pressed to the back wall, the other around her waist. The tip of his penis was rubbing deliciously against the growing slickness of her vagina. He had to be inside her – he had to fuck her. Darren thrust against her and she let out a small yelp, then he thrust again, and his penis was buried to the hilt. Darren & Sarah's sex life had always been good – he was quite a horny guy most of the time, and she was mostly eager to please – but she was also a little shy, and the whole idea of having sex like this, not the least in public, had seemed out of question – until now.
Darren began to fuck her hard, his lips smearing her lipstick across her face and her perfume was fuelling his desire. He thrust against her fast and without reservation. She groaned and moved with him, until the cubical itself began to creak. Then Sarah moved and he went with her until she sank onto the toilet seat, and he put his hands to the wall, just above her head, and she parted her legs, grunting as he began to piston in and out - pumping his length into her over and over.
As she looked up at him she could see the sweat on his brow. The muscles bulged through his shirt, and he gritted his teeth every time it felt too good.
"Come on!" she then began to say, "Do it – you want it as much as me – fuck me. Fuck me!!"
It was another shock – Sarah very rarely swore – but her expletives just made him thrust harder, his balls slapping her flesh every time he impaled her, and he knew the moment of no return was nearly upon him.
"God. Sarah...." he gasped, and thrust in and out of her swollen pussy faster than he had ever done before. It was a surreal experience, almost like he wasn't fucking his fiancé at all, but someone else, someone from his past – the only time before that he had known sex like it.
Then suddenly, she pressed her hand to his chest, stopping his thrusts, and he stared at her. Her expression had changed. It was no loner a look of lust, but that of shock, despite her panting.
"No!" she gasped, then beat her fists against his body, "Get off me!!" she yelled.
Darren pulled out, staggering as his erection released three thick spurts of semen. Alas, any orgasm had passed him by without the usual kick.
"What?" he replied, confused.
Sarah felt violated. She did not understand how it had happened – she only recalled crying in the cubical, and not Darren at all. What was he doing invading her privacy?
"Get the fuck outta here you bastard. Get out!!" she shouted, closing her legs in embarrassment.
Darren said no more, turning to the door and opened it, quick to pull his trousers up and fasten them. He was a mess, but he had no time to clean up. He just wanted out – she had made him feel pathetic.
Shortly after, Sarah walked out of the cubical, her dignity only slightly restored. She had straightened her skirt and tidied her hair from her face, then reached a washbasin and ran the taps. She splashed her face to freshen herself, then examined her reflection as beads of water dripped from her chin.
"Now just hold on..." she told herself, "...you're alright." she added then, standing up straight, she frowned when she saw something behind her.
Focusing, she stepped aside to reveal the toilet cubicle's reflection, and to her sudden distress, she saw a black haired woman, slumped on the toilet, long stocking-clad legs spread wide, a flimsy thong hooked around one foot, and a splatter of semen dripping from her swollen crotch to land in a pool on the tiled floor.
"Of course you're alright." the woman then replied, looking exhausted, "We are one now. Nobody can come between us. We will do what needs to be done to keep it all secret. Our little secret, Sarah."
Sarah was horrified, "What are you? Are you a ghost?" she asked, then looked away from the reflected cubical to re-focus on her own face, and answered herself:
"I am a part of you now. A part that can never be separated. What has been done cannot be undone. Death is only the beginning."
Sarah gasped at her own words, then turned to look at the cubical again. It was empty.
