Aimee followed in quickly, closing the door behind them. Snickering as she sat down on Reon's lap in the stall there, she kissed on Reon's lips intently, her hands stroking Reon's hair and side, brushing against Reon's chest gently and then sliding lower along the side again. Pushing her own body close, her breasts firm form grinding against Reon's body a bit needily, her breath shaky in her throat. Eyes shut she held herself as close as she could, her hips wiggling a bit on Reon's lap. Aimee's hips pushed close, and there seemed to be a strong heat between her thighs as she brushed against Reon a few times, holding close. They were together, alone, in that women's bathroom, and in that moment for Aimee at least only Reon's lips were there, Aimee's own strawberry flavored, lightly rosy lips holding against Reon.<br/><br/>Heart beating fast, felt through her top, her bust. Her fingers kneading gently but insistently on both Reon's hair and side, rising up to brush to a breast's skin. Her hips wiggling up against Reon so close. She was having friskiness to herself too, certainly.