Gail's body was humming with excitement. Holly's hand had been toying with her under the table as they waited for their dinner guests to arrive. The actions had not been overtly inappropriate for the public venue, but the intentions behind them had been.

Gail had excused herself to the ladies room to collect herself. There was still time before her parents were to arrive. Gail had convinced Holly that they should get to the restaurant early and get a couple of drinks under their collective belt to try and put soft fuzzy edges on the impending cold, sharp, sucky experience.

Gail checked her watch as she walked into the stall. Elaine was always prompt so there was a firm 10 minutes of freedom. That left time for another shot. At least that was what Gail was thinking when she was firmly pushed into the stall. She turned her head to see Holly turning the lock.

"Don't look at me." Holly quietly said using her sexy authoritative voice.

Holly grabbed Gail's hips and pulled hard. Gail's ass settled into the cradle of Holly's hips, and Holly immediately began to rock, slowly but forcefully grinding her pussy into Gail's backside before backing away and then pulling on Gail's hips to bring them back together. The action built in speed and became audible, a dull pounding, narrowly escaping being a sharp slapping by a few thin layers of fabric. Gail arched her back to give Holly more of her ass to connect with. Her breathing was already slightly ragged as she was imagining what this would be if they were naked. Holly's hot arousal would have already traveled its path, seeking out the lowest points of Gail's body and lubing her front to back, finally mingling with Gail's wetness at the opening of her pussy. Gail would be slippery and ready for the slamming Holly would surely deliver with whatever she would decide to slide into any one of Gail's tight spots.

Gail dropped her head back to Holly's shoulder and pulled Holly's hand's from her hips, over her tightening stomach to her breasts. Holly could feel Gail's nipples straining against the fabric of her bra and shirt taunting her to lose focus.

"Time check," Holly commanded, lips pressed against the shell of Gail's ear.

"Seven minutes."

Nope. No time to digress. Holly, turned Gail 90 degrees and pushed her up to the wall of the stall, maintaing their front to back position. Without a word she quickly kicked the insteps of both Gail's boots, effectively spreading her legs.

"Stay still, and do as I say."

Gail nodded. "Okay," she whispered raggedly.

"Not 'Okay'. The correct response is 'Yes, Officer Stewart'."

"Yes Officer Stewart." Gail barely got the words out as Holly made quick work of Gail's button and zipper, and forcefully slid her hand down into the restrictive and soaking garments. Holly's fingers did not tease. Her hand exerted considerable pressure as it slid around Gail's contours until three fingers were fervently pushed inside Gail's dripping pussy. The force of entrance all but lifted Gail off the ground and forced a moan from her throat that may or may not have been heard outside the door of the rest room.

"Put your hands up and grab the top of the stall wall. Do not make another sound or I will stop," Holly said low, and deep. The words were threatening but in a way that made Gail's entire existence, not just her lady parts, want to come.

Holly was panting in Gail's ear, continuing to fuck her with command. Every movement was emphasized and purposeful. From the in-n-out movement of the fingers, to the rubbing of the heal of Holly's hand over Gail's clit, Holly was lighting Gail on fire. The thrusts continued to lift Gail who started using the wall to pull herself up slightly and drop down onto Holly's upward searching fingers. If she wasn't on the edge of coming, she would have congratulated herself on the use of gravity to exponentially increase the intensity of the serious fucking she was receiving right now. But, no time for back pats because with next thrust Holly curls her fingers. Hard. She does this with the same primal aggression as the thrusts, grabbing Gail's hip and using it to pull back, increasing the force of her forward bending fingers. Gail felt it coming, she clutched onto the stall wall, white-knuckled. Holly felt it too. She felt Gail's walls start clutching at her fingers. Felt the way Gail's perfectly timed rhythm turned into erratic movements. Then, the movements stopped all together, as did Gail's breath. This was the fulcrum on the edge, where the movement went from forwards to falling. Gail was falling, holding onto the stall for dear life.

"Hol . . . I'm"

"Officer," Holly corrected.

"Offi-"

Jus then the bathroom door opened just as the first spasm of Gail's body started, as her muscles contracted pulling her down around Holly's hand. Holly quickly pulled Gail back into her, reaching the hand not currently locked inside Gail to cover her mouth. Unfortunately, the grasp, Gail had on the stall wall was strong, and the removal of that hand by Holly's withdrawal had made the stall wall actual shudder and rattle in protest. The rocking stall wall coupled with Gail's muffled cries repeating rhythmically and trailing off into whimpers may have ruined the "secret" of the secret public rendezvous.

Holly held Gail tight as she rode out the orgasm. When Gail's whimpers stopped, Holly slowly and quietly removed her hand from Gail's mouth and extracted her other hand, first from Gail, and then from Gail's pants. Both women tried to get their breathing under control, but found that the laughter that Holly couldn't hold in, and that Gail couldn't avoid once Holly started laughing, made normal breathing impossible.

As their laughter trailed off, they listened for the sound of a stall door so they could exit the bathroom without facing their audience. Eventually, they heard the sound they were waiting for. They immediately exited the stall, only to come face to face with a woman staring at them with an expression that was likely a mixture of exasperation, horror, and disapproval.

Gail quickly turned around to face Holly. "Well, Officer Stewart, as your doctor, I understand your concern. Anal fissures can be very painful. But I assure you, they almost always heal on their own. If you are still worried on Monday, please come see me at my office and I will perform a full examination, but once again, I assure you there is nothing to worry about. Do try to avoid any anal penetration for a couple of weeks, though, otherwise you may risk propagating the tear."

"Understood. Thank you Dr. Peck. I value your professional opinion."

They courteously nod to the woman, standing mouth agape, as they exit the bathroom.

"Time check," Holly asks glancing around the restaurant.

"One minute and counting."

"Shot?"

"Without a doubt," Gail says as she commandeers Holly's arm and pulls her towards the bar.