A quick break

Angelika slipped into the empty bathroom wearing that tight black dress. The party chatter had dulled her to boredom until the ache between her thighs grew louder than the voices outside. She locked the door behind her, leaned against the sink, and let her fingers trail down. The dress rode up easily. Nothing underneath. Her hand found slick heat and she pressed two fingers inside, breath catching as she worked them deeper, thumb circling her clit. She spread her legs wider, hips tilting to meet every stroke. A warm stream followed, splashing onto the tile, and her moan echoed off the walls. She stayed bent there, still rubbing, still wet, daring the next person who might try the knob.