Minding Amy

He held his hands up in surrender and watched as she disappeared into the ladies changing room. Her absence gave him time to mull over his concerns. It was his job to protect her, he reassured himself, when he found himself questioning his motives. But this wasn't about work, was it? This was about everyday life, the things that everybody had to face. He didn't blame her father for being concerned. She was a treasure and Sebastian was fast becoming preoccupied with her general well being and happiness. It was an odd thing, he mused to himself. It had to be because the lines between their work and personal life had blurred, because of their add-on no-strings relationship.

He shrugged the thoughts off, unwilling to consider it any further. Even so, he kept glancing toward the doorway of the women's changing room. When he heard the distant sound of her singing in the shower and pictured her in there, naked, he strolled in that direction. There was no one else around, and he couldn't stop himself following her.

* * * *

Amy grabbed her towel, hurried past the lockers and into the changing area, moving as quickly as possible in order to be on her way out with Sebastian. As she rounded the corner into the changing area she ground to a halt and clutched the towel against the chest. "Sebastian."

He was sitting on one of the wooden benches that lined the room, close to where she'd left her sports bag. Her dress was hanging on one of the nearby hooks, ready to pull on. For a moment she stood there, contemplating him. He made a rather incongruous sight sitting in the basic surroundings of the municipal changing room, suavely dressed as he was in a fitted black leather jacket over a classic white shirt and smart jeans.

He stared over at her with a hungry gaze.

That made her legs go weak under her and she had to put one hand on the tiled wall. She shivered slightly, more because of the way he was looking at her than the temperature difference between the shower rooms and this area. The evening was warm—it was the affect he had on her. "Don't you think you're taking this minder role a bit too far," she teased, "following me in here?"

He shrugged. "I got restless."

"Restless? So you countered that by hanging out in the women's changing rooms?" He had something on his mind, she could tell, and it was something sexy.

"Okay," he added, "I missed you. There, I said it."

She tried not to react, even though her nipples had peaked and the surface of the towel made her increasingly aware of her nakedness. Dense heat gathered between her thighs and she felt strangely unsteady on her feet. The look in his eyes was blatantly suggestive, and she closed the gap knowing what this would lead to—knowing he was going to tease and torture her somehow. It was a public space. Her class had gone, but someone else could come in, the caretaker or anybody. "You shouldn't be in here. What if someone else comes in?"

That didn’t faze him. He nodded at the towel she had held up against her chest. "In that case let me help, we can be on our way soon."

"I have the feeling your "help" might slow me down."

His mouth lifted at one corner. "You could be right."

When she drew to a halt in front of him, he pulled the towel from her hand, and set it down beside him on the bench. His gaze roved everywhere, making her crave physical contact. With one hand on her hip holding her steady he ran his other hand around the curve of her bottom, down her thigh to her calf. Then he slid his hand under her knee and lifted it, putting her foot on the bench by his hip.

Amy gasped and reached for the hook on the wall above his head, steadying herself with her hand wrapped around it.

He nodded. "That’s good. Hold that position while I admire the view."

With a gentle nudge of her knee, he opened her up.

Her skin prickled under his scrutiny and she wanted to squirm because of it. "You're a bad influence."

He looked up, locking eyes with her as her stroked his finger back and forth over the swollen bump of her clit. "I am?"

He shifted his finger, easing it inside her.

The hard intrusion was so welcome. Her hips bucked eagerly against it. She was fast losing control and she shook her head at him. "Yes, you do this to me, you make me crazy."

"Good."

He stroked the slippery walls of her sex until she had to toss her head back and gasp for breath. With his free hand he cupped her bottom, encouraging her to get closer still and show him more. She grasped the hook above his head with both hands, pivoting from it.

"Perfect," he murmured, then shifted his position—easing down so he was level with her pussy—and latched his mouth over her damp folds.

Amy squeezed her eyes shut.

He ran his tongue back and forth over her clit, making her moan each time. All the while he worked his finger in and out of her. She clenched on it, desperate for relief.

When he used the hand he had placed on her bottom to push her closer still, tonguing her pussy up and down voraciously, her eyes flashed open and she cried out for mercy. "Oh, Sebastian, please stop."

He lifted his head enough to answer her. "You don’t really want me to stop, you're almost there."

His hot breath on her tender, aroused folds made her whimper.