Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 236: Public Restroom

I looked at the group of women surrounding Jennifer, their eyes flicking between me and me with a mix of curiosity and hunger. The way they teased her, the way their gazes lingered on me—it was clear they weren’t just making small talk. They were sizing me up, imagining what it would be like to have me. And fuck, the thought sent a rush of adrenaline through me.

But then it hit me—this face, Mike’s face, was just a mask. What if I had shown up as myself? What if I had walked in here with my real face, the one that had women throwing themselves at me without a second thought?

These MILFs would’ve been all over me in an instant, their hands clawing at my suit, their lips whispering filthy promises in my ear. The thought alone made my cock twitch, the fantasy of it all playing out in my mind like a dirty movie.

But for that to happen, I’d need more than just a face. I’d need an identity—a real one. A name, a past, a story that could hold up under scrutiny. Something that would make these women believe I was more than just a pretty face. I’d need to be untouchable, irresistible, the kind of man who could walk into a room and have every woman in it aching for him.

I took another slow sip of my drink, my eyes scanning the crowd with a predator’s focus. These women weren’t just dressed to impress; they were starving for something—excitement, danger, a man who could make them feel alive again. And I could give them that.

But first, I’d need to become someone else entirely. A name, a past, a story so solid it could hold up under scrutiny. Someone untouchable. Irresistible. The kind of man who could walk into a room and have every woman in it aching for him.

My gaze landed on Kate, who was standing close to Tom, sipping her drink with that same slow, deliberate sensuality that had my cock twitching earlier.

Emily was wrapped around my arm, her laughter light and carefree as she chatted with Kate. The contrast between them was intoxicating—Emily, young and vibrant, and Kate, all curves and experience, her every movement screaming fuck me.

Tom suddenly let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "Man," he muttered, his voice rough with irritation, "let’s just enjoy these two days. Then we have to go back to work." He took a long swig of his drink, his expression darkening. "Damn, dealing with those filthy savages is the worst thing. Makes me want to wash my hands just thinking about it."

Before I could respond, Jennifer’s fingers curled around my wrist, her touch firm and insistent. "Mike," she said, her voice low but urgent, "I need to go to the washroom. Find out where it is."

I excused myself from Emily, telling her to stay put while I took her mother to the restroom. She nodded, still caught up in her conversation with Kate, her grip on my arm loosening reluctantly.

Outside the tent, I spotted a sign pointing toward the restrooms—a makeshift board with crudely painted arrows leading to a public washroom attached to the side of the tent. The place was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap soap and something far more primal. Jennifer followed close behind me, her heels clicking against the concrete floor.

She stopped just inside the entrance, her cheeks flushed with a slight blush. "Wait here," she said, her voice firm but tinged with something else—nervousness, maybe, or anticipation.

I smiled, watching as she disappeared into one of the cubicles. The second the door clicked shut, I moved. I walked in behind her, slipping into the cubicle before she could react, and locked the door from the inside.

Jennifer spun around, her eyes wide with shock and anger. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her voice sharp but low, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

I feigned innocence, my voice smooth and calm. "Mother-in-law," I said, my tone dripping with false concern, "this is a women’s restroom. If I get caught standing out there, I’ll be treated like a pervert."

Jennifer’s eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a furious whisper. "Then, why did you come in? You should go out of the restroom and wait outside for me."

I kept my expression innocent, my voice light and reasonable. "I didn’t want to disobey my mother-in-law’s orders," I said, my lips curling into a smirk. "You brought me here. You told me to stand here. How could I refuse?"

Jennifer’s cheeks flushed deeper, her voice trembling with frustration. "What am I supposed to do now? Get out before anyone notices!"

As if on cue, the sound of voices echoed from outside the cubicle—two women chatting as they entered the restroom. Jennifer’s eyes widened in panic, her breath hitching as she realized we were trapped.

I stepped closer to her, my voice a low, teasing whisper in her ear. "Mother-in-law," I murmured, "I can’t go out like this."

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her voice desperate. "Turn around," she whispered urgently. "I can’t hold it—I have to pee."

I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I whispered, my voice dark and hungry. "Mother-in-law," I murmured, "I want to see you peeing." My hand slid around her waist, pulling her back against me, my cock already hardening at the thought of her, vulnerable and exposed, right here in this forbidden space.

"Let me watch you. Let me hear it." My fingers traced the waistband of her dress, my touch teasing, possessive. "I want to see that pretty pussy of yours while you let go for me."

Jennifer’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as the voices of the two women outside the cubicle grew louder, their laughter and chatter echoing off the tiled walls.

She pressed her back against the cold metal door, her body tense, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as if she could somehow will herself to disappear.

"Mike, this is not the time," she hissed, her voice a desperate whisper, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "I can’t—I won’t—do this in front of you. Not like this."