It was almost impossible not to look at her, taking in every detail when she moved, how perfectly the clothes she wore fit her, what the accentuated. It was a powerful feeling of desire that she created inside of him. Wanting her was unlike anything else. It sent his body into over drive and it was all that he could do not to grab her right then and there. It was overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.
Not only knowing that it was going to happen, but where, and the risk of it all...the effects were lost on him. He didn't know that he'd ever really been this turned on before. It literally wasn't an exagerration to say that he could have ripped her clothes off in that moment. His mouth was dry, his heart was pounding, and every instinct and desire he had was screaming for her.
It was almost as if he were assaulting her mouth, how intense and almost fierce the kiss was. Biting her bottom lip, drawing her tongue into his mouth, pushing her upper body against the stall a little more. He wanted it all and he couldn't contain himself. Even while she was stripping her own clothes off, he had started to unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them fall down.
He moaned into her mouth and moved his hands up, cupping her breasts through the material of her tanktop, wanting nothing more than skin on skin contact, but not having the patience at the moment.