Walking into the high glass doors of the Cincinnati Contemporary Arts Center we walked into the tall open atrium. Dee’s hand held in mine we purchased our tickets to the museum then asked about where the restroom is.
“There are no restrooms on this floor.” the woman setting next to the big black security guard.
I squeezed Dee’s hand and asked “Are they downstairs?”
When the woman said “Yes on every floor but this one.” we took the smaller elevator downstairs to the vacant floor.
No artwork down here and our whispers and giggles echoed in the silent uncluttered space. Around the elevator column were the men’s and women’s rooms and I stopped to give Dee a hard kiss. My hands snaked around her waist to grab her ass through her loose fit jeans. She let out a little squeak of surprise as I pushed her into the bathroom. “There might be camera’s!” she whispered before I kissed her hard and shoved her against the wall. She is always worried about cameras. My hand shoved into her pants and panties to find the clit. She gasped and ground back against my insistent finger while my other hand wrapped around her throat. Her face began turning red against my fingers wrapping thightly around her neck. Dee struggled for every measure of air, her hands gripping my arm is desperation. She began cumming jerking against my fingers and humping my hand as her eyes went from wide to half open and her grip relaxed along with mine.