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E-Read Erotica Reviews: Creatively hot, oozing with sexual tension and desire, this book is a masterfully written slice of pure, seething desire and lesbian lust. A let’s pretend trip between two women to Washington DC leads to one of them discovering her absolute limits of her passion and how far they can be stretched, only to have her inhibitions broken and a torrent of emotion unleashed. Not to be missed, and an incredible entry in this red-hot series.

Melanie pulled the door to the handicapped stall behind her and yanked off her wet panties, as ordered.

What the fuck am I doing? That crazy bitch Junie will be here in two minutes. Has she done this before? Is she a serial ladies room perv? Why did I agree to this?

She answered her own question: Two glasses of wine and soaking wet panties, the result of us planning our upcoming weekend of nonstop lesbian sex. I’m lucky she didn’t get on her knees and start lapping my cunt under the table.

Hiking up her skirt, Melanie plopped on the toilet seat and released. She flushed, and, just as she finished wiping, the women’s room door opened and fast footsteps echoed off the walls. The stall’s door flew open.

Junie attacked, pulling Melanie to her feet. She pushed her against the back wall, and kissed her deeply. While her tongue pushed into Melanie’s mouth, her hands pulled at her skirt, exposing her bare behind. Junie pushed a knee between her legs and spread her wide. Melanie, straddling the toilet, responded instantly, her pussy slick with need as Junie inserted first one, and then two fingers, into her and began thrusting.

“Fuck, Junie, goddam, what if someone…” Melanie protested between kisses.

“We’re the only women in the restaurant. If someone comes in, just shut the fuck up. Unbutton your goddam blouse.”

Melanie’s fingers flew at the buttons. With her free hand, Junie pulled her bra down and clamped her mouth on Melanie’s rock-hard nipple.

It was unreal. Just over two minutes before, Melanie had been sitting across the table from Junie in the elegant restaurant. And now this: She’s fucking me in the ladies room!

The bathroom door opened, and the women froze.

Junie clamped a hand over Melanie’s mouth. Then came the sound of water rushing in the sink.

Junie’s fingers had stopped in mid-thrust as they stood intertwined in the cramped stall, their hearts pounding. But she ground the heel of her palm slowly into Melanie’s clit as the unseen person washed her hands at the sink. With her other hand, Junie slowly grazed the pad of her thumb across Melanie’s smooth lower lip. The touch tingled lips above and below the other woman’s waist.

At the blast of the hand dryer, Junie resumed pumping her fingers deep into Melanie’s vagina.

The door opened and closed. They were alone again. Junie crushed her lips against Melanie’s.

Melanie exploded, her hips thrusting as she came into Junie’s hand. The fire of her orgasm sizzled its way through her body and melted a liquid path down her legs.

They both started at the sound of liquid splashing in water. Was someone in the adjacent stall? Was there a third person in the restroom?

“Junie! What the…”

“Goddam, Melanie! Look!” She had squirted all over Junie’s hand, her juices running down her wrist and forearm. Melanie watched as a rooster tail of liquid squirted out of her pussy and cascaded into the toilet bowl.

“Am I peeing?”

“I don’t think so.” Junie sniffed her hand, dripping with the liquid. “Doesn’t smell like pee. Have you ever squirted?”

“No, I don’t think so. I peed before you got here.”

Junie pulled Melanie into her and kissed her hard. “You are a dirty slut.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and so fast in my life.”

“That’s just a warm up for our honeymoon. Anyway, I’ve got a meeting in twenty minutes. Clean yourself up, Melanie. You’re a mess.”

“What about you? Can I make you come?”

“Let’s not push our luck. Michael will take care of me tonight. I’ll email you Amtrak tickets later in the week.”

And she was gone.

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