Just as she exits the Woman's restroom, a hand reaches out from the Men's. She is yanked inside and spun around. Autumn slams hard against the wall between two urinals. It is the Latino from earlier. He holds her against the wall by pushing on one shoulder and keeping one of his legs between hers.
"Hey, jerk! Let me go!" she says in her toughest voice. He chuckles. She tries to push him away, but he catches one of her wrists and forces it back to her side. He presses his body against hers. She can see that he has a thin scar across his cheek, and has had a tattoo removed from his neck. Suddenly, she comprehends her situation.
"I'll scream." she says through gritted teeth. He reaches into his back pocket, and brings a switchblade up. She stairs at the light glinting off of the blade inches from her face.
"If you scream; chica," he says, slowly moving it in the air, "you won't scream for long."
She turned her head to the side, and whimpered as his hand slid up her side. "By the way, I like the new shirt," he says with a grin. His hand plays over her cleavage, kneeding the exposed swell of breastflesh like dough. Autumn squirms, but stays still.
He leans in to kiss her. She turns her head in disgust. "Now baby, I loooove you. Don't make me do anything to hurt you, okay?" he says as he grabs her jaw and forces his tongue into her mouth. She feels him grind against her, pelvis to pelvis.
The Latino reaches into her shirt, and digs under her breast. He lifts first the left, then the right out. He backs away and whistles. Autumn can see herself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. The tight shirt creates a corset effect, pushing her heavy breasts up and forward. He steps back forward and takes one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth until it stiffens to his touch. Autumn has always had sensative nipples, and an involuntary murmur escapes her.
He leans over her and takes a hard nipple in his mouth and loudly sucks it. Slurp and suck, right the left the right again. She leans her head back and furrows her brow.
Autumn freezes when she feels his hand slide up her thigh. Her skirt bunches up on his strong forearm and his hand slides over her smooth, silky flesh. "Let me go, please!" she begs. The Latino looks her in the eye, her wide, innocent, hazel eyes; and she hears his zipper open. |