Oh God, the small minds of the commoners were so exhausting, and Janine was the worst of them. She wasnt too stupid like some, but she was very eager. Not that Sherlock wasn’t either, its just, well, he didnt know how much longer he could resist such animalistic sensations that she arose in him. So, consequently, Sherlock had escaped into the public toilets. The woman really had no shame, groping him in a public mall that she had indeed dragged him into doing such mundane activities. He sighed, hoping he could fake sickness to get out of it, that is until he hear the door open. It was a woman, judging by the clack of her heels, and the perfume she wore was just what Janine did. Inwardly he hoped that she didnt have the nerve to chase him into the male toilets, but the questioning voice that sounded through the deserted area dashed such petty hopes. ‘Sherl?’ Silently, Sherlock plastered on his fake smile and unlocked the door, beginning to walk out to greet her until her soft body collided with his in the doorway, pushing him backwards. She locked the toilet door behind her and stood smiling suggestively. ‘Now that i have you alone…’ Before Sherlock could move out of the way, Janine placed a hungry kiss upon his plump lips, he could taste the strawberry lip balm that she had applied seconds earlier. His mind was telling him to stop, to create some rouse to get out of the situation, but his body held its own agenda, and it had indeed been so long. Janine unbuttoned his jacket and slipped his hands beneath his purple shirt, rubbing his chest softly. He moaned into the wet kiss and tentatively opened his mouth wider. Groaning, Sherlock’s tongue plowed into Janine’s mouth, searching, yearning for some release, he suddenly felt the tenting of his trousers. Janine also felt his length rising through his pants and her hands slipped lower, down his abdomen, until she slipped her hand below his belt and grasped his cock. She broke of the kiss and watched Sherlock’s face melt just slightly. ‘Oh, Sherl, you are indeed a big boy, aren’t ya?!’ She giggled, and continued her ministrations, her soft hand effortlessly gliding over the tip, smearing his precome, and back down to the base of his length, until Sherlock began bucking against her slick fist. It was then that she yanked her hand away. ‘Now, Now Mister. I’m sure that here and now is not the time or place.’ She whispered seductively, bringing her hand, slick with precome, to her lips. She licked each digit one by one, savoring Sherlock’s taste, and alternatively the look of pure unadulterated need on his face. ‘But i do believe there is a supply closet just past the theatre…’ She turned, swaying her hips softly, and made her way out of the boys bathroom. Suddenly, he didnt care for all the statistics, or murders in the world, he needed release. And so Sherlock followed her path, need pooling in his stomach.
