0 comments/ 99937 views/ 2 favorites The Bathroom By: UCE I get to work, note the confusion and mess and noise and dusty men everywhere in the lobby, and think to myself Oh, damn! They're finally moving another tenant into the building. Well, it was nice having the building to ourselves while it lasted! Three out of four empty floors, and the last taken up by the little software company I contract for. So quiet. So many good parking spaces! Well, the quiet is certainly gone now. And the parking spaces will follow it into history. As I'm waiting for the elevator to come, I glance over at the workmen who are busily doing something far beyond my comprehension with pieces of wood and huge tarps and paint. Well, I may not understand it, but at least it moves, I think, as I wait for the slowest elevator in the world to arrive to take me up to my floor. Some of the guys working in the lobby are glancing my way, checking me out, trying to figure out what I look like under my business suit, I guess. Well, they're allowed to look, just as I am. I hear my elevator ding and stand in front of the doors, but off to the side so people can get out. Oh brother, more workmen! Beep, beep! Let `em through first-—they're bigger than me after all. Oh wow, look at the really tall dark-skinned guy in the back. Lovely glowing black skin, rippling with muscles, and, on top, oh my, that adorable baby face that so many young black men seem to have these days. I stare at Mr. Gorgeous in open admiration--can't help myself, he's just my type—but unlike the other dusty gentlemen, he does not look my way once! As he exits the elevator, he keeps his eyes straight ahead and brushes by so close to me it makes me think he doesn't even see me there! I blush and look down in confusion: I may not be the prettiest woman in the world, but I'm not that bad looking. I'm especially not used to going unnoticed in this way. Oh well, he's probably got some gorgeous girlfriend waiting for him at home that would make someone like me fade into the woodwork. A guy like that could have any woman he wanted—light or dark. Well I'm sort of in-between, hee hee, so I have both sides covered. Shut up, undie-brains, he's NOT interested in you! Period! Still, I can't get him off my mind. I find it hard to concentrate on my work and catch myself staring off into space thinking of Mr. Gorgeous's beautiful dark eyes and riveting bone structure. Mmmmmm. Wonder how long the workmen are going to be here? I look for this guy when I leave work, but do not see him, or any of the other workmen, for that matter. I consider briefly going walking down some of the empty halls, just to check out what they're doing, you know, observe their progress and maybe ask a few questions about the future residents of this floor, then laugh at myself for that transparent self-lie. The next morning I decide not to dress as conservatively. While I still wear a suit jacket (my cardinal rule: never go to the client's site without one) it's a short casual tweed that hangs open over a form fitting cream ribbed sweater and a tight brown plaid skirt, about two inches shorter than I'd normally wear to work. Under the skirt I've got some dark brown tights that look great with the skirt. Some nice brown leather pumps give me an extra three inches of height and give my long legs that wonderful shape to that only heels do. I look positively collegiate! As usual, my butt sticks out too much in back, but there's nothing to be done about it. Apparently the workmen like college girls, because when I enter the lobby I get glance after glance after glance and three or four nodding hellos. I look around for MY workman and see him over at the end of the lobby, near a corner. Mr. Gorgeous is facing my way, but again appears to not even see me. He can't possibly miss me, but still, his eyes stare through me emptily, as if no one was standing in my spot. What the hell is his problem, I ask myself as I sigh in frustration. Boy, that must be some hot mama who's warming his bed each night. I know what this outfit does to most men, and it doesn't make them ignore me. I get into my elevator and give him one more longing look before the doors clothes. If I'm not mistaken, there's a faint sneer on those beautiful features. All right, Mr. Stuck Up, be that way. This is war! No it's not, I conclude half an hour later when I AGAIN can't keep my mind on my work. I manage to make it till ten o'clock, then, on the pretext of going on a break, head downstairs, purportedly to go outside to "clear my head and get some sun." Just who am I trying to fool? There he is, still on the first floor, hammering on something and with his shirt off, sexier than ever. And I have to walk by him to get to the benches on the patio! I keep my eyes down (easy to do—it's unnerving having all those guys staring at me) and don't look at Mr. Gorgeous until I'm almost upon him. Then I glance up quickly and flash him my widest, friendliest grin. The other guys near him start laughing and calling out to him (his name is Brian, what a cute name!) when they see this but he only gives me a small curt nod, just the barest acknowledgement of my existence. Man, this guy is a tough case! Outside the usual peace of the patio is broken by more workmen doing stuff. There's some kind of dust in the air and an annoying electrical saw is whining. I make it through my fifteen minutes, however, as I'm too embarrassed to just sit there for a couple and then go back in. That would be too obvious I think. I've taken my jacket off in the sun, and decide not to put it back on until I'm back in the elevator. I walk briskly but with very small steps by Mr. Gorgeous, swinging my hips just slightly. I look at him again, and wonder of wonders HE's smiling at me! What a beautiful smile he has! My elation doesn't last very long however. Him, clearly condescending: "Do you know that you've got cement dust all over the back of your skirt?" Me, blushing deeply: "Uh, no! I uh didn't! Thank you for telling me!" Him, victorious: "No problem!" In the midst of my humiliation, I have one of those rare mental flashes that I think of as inspired. It occurs to me to brush the cement dust off my bottom right there next to him, with my back to him. So I do, very businesslike and efficient, that is, if you can be businesslike and efficient brushing your hands over every inch of your too-large ass in front of a group of staring men. Me, innocently: "Could you tell me if I got it all?" Him, amused: "No you missed a couple of spots on the left side." Me, after brushing again: "Now?" Him, chuckling: "No, you'd better go look at yourself in a mirror." I turn around and flash him another huge smile, "OK, I'll do that!" and go off to my elevator. Once again, the guys start chuckling and talking to him as soon as I start to step away. "So…who won that round?" I giddily ask myself, thinking about one of the silliest questions I'd ever seen posted on the World Wide Web. "If there was a body parts war, who would win? The penises or the vaginas?" It seemed a straight draw to me. The next few days pass with little change. The handsome workman and I have reached the stage of smiling buddies. I always smile at him first and he now grins back. It makes my day to see his face light up that way. And oh jeez, he has a DIMPLE! I've also noticed that after one of those smiles the seat of my office chair is always damp when I go to lunch. Unda, you are disgusting! On one such day, at lunch, I head down to the lobby with a few of the women programmers. We're all going to go to lunch at a nearby Mexican restaurant that one of the women really loves. As we go down in the elevator, we start to giggle and talk about the workmen. I tell them which one I think is cute and most of them agree he's a doll, but they also think he's mean because he never seems to notice them. In the hallway, we're giggling again, typical female gang behavior, and, as we walk by Mr. Gorgeous on our way out to the cars, I look at him, stick my tongue out at him really fast, and then flash a smile. He chuckles when he sees that. Today is a chuckles day! All RIGHT! I'm walking on air. I have no idea of what I ate for lunch that day. No idea at all. My stomach's a bundle of nerves all afternoon long, however, and finally, around two hours before I usually go home, I decide to call it a day. I'm not getting anything done in this state. I'm glad I contract and can set my own hours, more or less. I say goodbye to the people around me, then head out into the hall. As I'm waiting for the ever-slow elevator, I have a second inspiration. Two great ideas in one week is pretty unusual for me. I wonder what's going on. Dumb question, Unda. Necessity is the mother of invention, etc. I turn away from the elevator and head around the corner for the stairwell. I have noticed that Mr. Gorgeous is often not in the lobby in the afternoons, and my great idea is to find out where he might be. I go down one flight of stairs to the third floor. I listen at the fire door for men's voices, don't hear anything, and decide to go in. I'm feeling not unlike a fool now, wandering these empty corridors. But I wander them thoroughly, checking out every room. Nothing. No one. So, of course, the girl who never gives up goes down to the SECOND floor and starts nosing around. I don't have to nose far. Oh Jesus, there he is, painting a hallway wall. And he's ALL ALONE! He looks up, not smiling, as my heels tap out my presence. Me, suddenly abashed: "Hi there. Um, do you know where the ladies room is on this floor?" (lame, Unda, lame) Him, slow measured look: "Down the hall." Me," Thanks!" And I do it again! I stick out my tongue at him really, really quick and then grin in an unmistakably mischievous way. And suddenly, in an instant, I find myself halfway down the hall being propelled by a huge hand on the back of my neck. What the hell? A restroom door is flung open at the end of the hall, and I'm pushed, skidding to my knees, into it. Oh god, it's filthy in here! The last tenants didn't pay for cleaning before they moved out. Smells of old urine, cigarettes, and MEN. Strong male scent. Stains all over the floor and the urinals. SHIT! I finally notice I'm in the Men's Room. I start to kneel up but as soon as I do, Mr. Gorgeous's lower half comes into view. His naked belly is directly in front of my face, in fact, and his hand gently pushing the back of my head closer to it. He's got a beautiful belly, just a little bit of hair to accent the smooth muscled skin, and there in all its glory is his hard long cock. I have never found myself in this exact position before. I mean, I've been in this position but not gotten there in this exact way. I mean, oh hell, who can think with THAT beautiful thing staring at me? He's pushing my head, still gently, closer and closer to his dick and suddenly I panic. What do I think I'm doing in here? This is crazy! I don't even know this guy and here I am three inches from his belly, staring cross-eyed at it while his cock is about to bump me in the chin. I think of biting Mr. Gorgeous's stomach, then remember those muscular arms and think better of it. Instead I use my hands to push off it and roll backwards, to where I think the bathroom door is located. I bump into a wall and look up and back toward him. He's just standing there with this hurt confused expression in his big brown eyes. As if he's saying to me, "how could you do this? I thought we had an understanding." Although I'm almost at the door, I stay where I am, mesmerized by his glance. I am such a sucker for big brown eyes. Argh! I mumble an apology, "I'm sorry, I just got nervous for a second," and head back to him on my knees as fast as I can, aware that the knees of my tights are getting wet from unidentified fluids. There's an overpowering male scent in the air, increasing my nervousness, but I bury my head in his belly and start kissing it all over, little soft flicky kisses, little licks with my tongue. His hand is back against my head, this time with the fingers buried in my hair, flexing open and closed. I stop kissing for a second and look up at him. His eyes are closed, and his face looks beautiful, beatific. For some reasons this makes me start to giggle. His hand closes in my hair and gives my head a little shake. Why do I instinctively know what that means? I start nuzzling around the base of Mr. Gorgeous's cock, I love the sexy smell of his crotch and the feel of the hairs there. Mmmmm! "I'm real horny babe, and I have to get back to work soon." He speaks! But I don't like what he's saying, particularly. What does he think, that he's just going to shove it in my mouth, quickly offload and leave me kneeling on this dirty floor with a mouth full of jism and a pounding ache between my legs? Just so he can get back to his stupid job? I'm the type of woman that likes to be of service--up to a point. In the end, there's got to be something in it for me—or, unlike certain easy sluts I know, I just don't play. I stop my nuzzling, look up into his eyes (which are now half open, lazily watching me) and say rather sharply, "Well, maybe if you're in such a god-damned hurry, you ought to zip your fly and get back to work RIGHT NOW!" I've barely got the last words out of my mouth before I feel a savage slap on one side of my face. I would have fallen to the floor if his hand hadn't been holding me up by the hair. Before I can figure out what's going on, he's got me by the neck and is dragging me on my ass across the floor. Oh Christ, what have I got myself into? BANG! I gasp in shock as the back of my head hits something very hard, it must be the wall at the far end of the bathroom, over by the last stall. My vision is blurred and so must be my head as I'm sitting here (where is here?) back against the wall, trying to fight my terror and figure out what is happening to me. I can barely breath, as Mr. Gorg- this guy's hand is tight around my throat, pinning my head in place against the wall. I can't believe this is happening to me. It's all too sudden, too painful. "Did I ever tell you, honey, that I like to beat up girls just for the sheer hell of it?" I hear the words but they don't make a lot of sense to me at the moment. But some part of me understands, because I hear whimpering in response. Is that really me? As dizzy and disoriented as I am, I don't see his large right hand moving toward me: Wham! Wham! Wham! He slaps one side of my face than the other, while his huge left hand holds my head still, by the neck. He stops slapping and scrutinizes me carefully. I'm not sure what he's looking for. My head is nodding drunkenly and I try to beg, "Please stop now! I'll do anything you say. Just sto-" "You'll do anything I say regardless, bitch!" He has a point, I think in confusion. The anger in his tone really frightens me, but at the same time, it turns me on. Anything could happen now, dazzled, alone on this floor in this restroom with this strong aggressive man. Absolutely anything. I don't know what else to say in response, but I try to speak anyway. I open my mouth to say something, and suddenly he's shoving his large dick deep inside it. I start to choke as he moves it furiously in and out of my slack mouth. Did I just hear him say something about fucking a pumpkin? Wouldn't you know, I can't keep quiet. I try to say something smart back in return, but "don't burn yourself on my candle" comes out "mwof ber gypsofff of of comefo." "You know baby, you talk too much," I hear Mr. Gorgeous mutter, almost kindly just before a really jarring shock on the right side of my head knocks me to the floor. I can't move, and can barely think, I'm seeing those stars that people always talk about when they're knocked out, and also huge black splotches in front of my eyes. I barely notice when Mr. Gorgeous maneuvers himself so that his cock is once again ramming itself down my throat while I lie on the dirty, stained floor, unable to do a thing about it. "Suck now, baby" he says gently and I try, with slow, dazzled sucks. I can't seem to move my eyes, they just stare straight ahead at the marvelous musculature of one side of his abdomen as he shoves his cock faster and deeper in my mouth. Both his hands are holding my head, maneuvering it into exactly the right position as my pumpkin hole mouth slowly and distractedly tries to suck him. He's whispering things in my ear, horribly nasty hot things, like, "get your big fucking lips around my dick bitch and get me off!" I try as hard as I can to obey him. As dazzled as I am, I sense when he's about to spew and try to clamp down a little harder with my lips (you see, I really am a nice girl after all, I just sometimes have to act mean to get what I want!). He growls-he actually growls when he comes, and I feel the hot sperm shooting deep in my throat and start to choke on it. That turns him on even more, and he presses my head deep into his crotch despite my frantic attempts to breathe. After what seems like forever, he's done, and I pull away from his crotch in order to take in big, gasping breaths. And then I start to cough hard. Half of the sperm dribbles out my mouth and seeing this, Brian yells at me, "Swallow my cum, bitch!" I swallow what's left and then just lay my head back down between his legs, still gasping and whimpering a little through my sore mouth, and feeling totally used by this big man. I think irrelevantly to myself, "I'm just a pumpkin cream pie." He lays for a minute or two with me, sharing his warmth, which I'm very grateful for then suddenly he pushes me off him. I roll onto my back, and watch him stand up and zip his pants. From my vantage point on the floor, he looks like a giant, his huge legs spread, arms on his hips. What a humiliating sight I must be, my short skirt rolled up to my waist with my thong showing clearly through the semi-transparent tights, knees still wet, my mouth slack, lipstick completely gone, eye makeup smeared from crying, my cheeks beet red from the savage slaps. I wonder if all the cum is off my face. "Aren't you a filthy mess, you little whore," he says scornfully. I gaze at his face and see that he is smirking! At me! As if he feels infinitely superior to me! I feel an intense electrical thrill go through my cunt in response to his expression and words, and my hand moves automatically to the right spot between my legs. Mr. Gorgeous laughs long and hard when I do this, and then shakes his head in mock regret, saying "you bitches are all the same." Never one to let someone have the last word, even when doing so might be a very wise idea, I murmur, still only partially conscious, "Oh yeah? What about Andrea Dworkin?" Apparently those last two words triggered something quite interesting in him because suddenly, after a vicious kick to my thonged behind, I felt myself in motion again, dragged by the chain I wore around my neck into a bathroom stall, where I was placed face down over a toilet bowl. That ever-present hand was in my hair again, jerking my head back hard, so that I screamed as much from the crick in my neck as from the tearing in my hair. The other hand was jerking my tights down, oh shit, oh no! "I didn't mean that, I really didn't" I try to yell, just before a wad of dubiously clean paper towels (lying on the toilet in lieu of tissue paper) is shoved into my mouth. My scream, as he enters my rear dry, is muffled by the paper towels but still, I think curiously, before the searing pain in my ass takes over my consciousness, it manages to echo very nicely in the dirty, high-walled restroom. The Bathroom I invited you over for dinner and thought we could just watch some movies. I had just got home from work and to my surprise you were waiting on me, said you were in the area and just figured you would stay in the area then to go back home. I was very happy with that but didn't have anything ready and was still dressed up from work. So we got inside and you couldn't stop telling me how good I looked. But I said I had to get out of these clothes. You said I looked amazing in my little school girl outfit, I should just rest a bit longer and we would chat some more. Trying to decide what we were going to eat. You said I shouldn't cook since I've been working all day and that we would just order in. I'm not going to complain that's one of the best ideas I had heard all day. When I got up to get the phone book, you grabbed me saying something about I can't hold it anymore and you kissed me hard. I pushed you over to the chair. Sitting on your lap with my legs wrapped around the chair, I could feel your hard cock throbbing through your pants. My skirt flowing with the passion, I said we needed to slow down a bit that we had all night. Knowing I wanted it now, but I wanted to hold out just a bit longer. You sounded ok with that, so I said I would go change. I went to the kitchen to get some drinks. When I came back you had gone to the bathroom. So I decided to grab my clothes and change. When I got back to my closet and grabbed some clothes, had I changed my mind. The tension had grown and I wanted you. I knocked on the bathroom door; you said I'll be out in a minute. You flushed the toilet and I heard the water on the sink come on, I turned the knob and to my surprise the door was unlocked. Before it opened, I slammed the door open and came at you. I needed you, and it didn't matter what you thought at this point. I jumped at you, as you grabbed me and sat me on the counter kissing me. You lifted up my skirt and tore my panties off. As I unzipped your pants and brought your bulging cock out. I stroked it a few times looking at you just now noticing the water was still on and the bathroom mirror behind me started to get foggy. I ran my hand under the water; it was hot and burning, as I stroked your cock with my wet hand. You ran your hands under the water and began exploring my whole body with them. Once you hand got to my little mound it was hot, wet & ready for you. You go down on your knees and spread my legs wide, I moved to the end of the counter. I could see us in the mirror behind you that showed me in the mirror from behind me. I watched you eat my pussy. Your hands reaching up at my breasts. I was grabbing at your hair. Pushing you deep inside me. I could feel myself ready to go, so I pulled you up and kissed you. Still stroking your hard cock, while I tasted my wetness you moved into me. Opening me up me moaned your name. I leaned back against the mirror and watched you fuck me. My eyes on you I rocked my body with yours. You said you were close; I slid my fingers down and circled my clit while you fucked me. I watched you. You couldn't get enough of me, pounding inside me. I couldn't hold it any longer. I cummed. The warmth came all at once. You said you were ready, so I slipped my hand down and pulled you out of me. I stroked you hard and fast I got down to my knees still stroking you and you cummed all over my face. It was amazing. Now it was time for us to take a shower. The Bathroom I take your hand and guide you through the darkened room towards the hallway. Walking away from your room, you start to hear the sound of running water from beyond the closed door to the bathroom. I stop at the door, and turn to you. Taking your upturned face into my hands, I guide your mouth to mine. I kiss you deeply, letting my tongue explore your mouth and lips. As the kiss ends, I pull away and smile at you knowingly. Turning back to the door, I turn the knob and push it open. Steam that had been trapped in the room rolls out past us. We both feel the moist heat clinging to our naked bodies. Taking your hand again, and with a backwards glance, I lead you into the bathroom. I have prepared the room for our arrival. Looking through the steam, you see candles burning. The moisture in the air causes the flames to dance, their light fractured and fractured yet again by the mist. The entire room has a very pleasant, romantic glow to it. The light is so diffused; it seems to be coming from everywhere. You smell incense in the air, and the scent adds a pleasing undertone to the feel of the room. Large, soft towels have been laid next to the shower, along with scented oils. I stop in the middle of the room and turn to you again. Smiling, I pull you close to me. I wrap my arms around your back, and bring my lips to your ear. "I'm going to make love to you now" I say in a breathy whisper. You moan softly, your arms tightening around my neck. I take your earlobe into my mouth and lick it with my tongue. You groan, and I can begin to feel your nipples poking into my chest. I lick my way down to your neck, stopping here and there to give you little love bites. My tongue moves across to your shoulder, and the tip slides down your collarbone to the top swell of your right breast. I feel your hands move into my hair, and looking up, see your eyes as you watch me. Your lips are parted, and your breathing is beginning to quicken. I trace my tongue down your breast, grazing the nipple as I go past. It travels all the way down to the underside before moving back up to take the nipple into my mouth. You gasp as you feel the heat of my mouth envelop you. I can feel the hardness of your nipple, how it bucks under my teeth and tongue. As I listen to your moans, I begin to grow. The blood rushes between my legs, causing me to stiffen and pulse with contained lust. I groan, my cock swelling, feeling the heat, feeling the passion seize my body. My hands roam up and down your back, going from your shoulders to your ass. I bring them around to your front, letting them feel your breasts, letting my fingers play delicately with your sensitive nipples. I lick your left nipple and then blow across it. It stiffens even further, and causes you to cry out. Your hands grip my hair, and you begin to push me downward, where you really want my tongue to be. I let your hands guide me, and trace my tongue down across your belly, pausing to dip into your navel. Continuing down, the tip plays through your pubic hair, pressing here and there, never pausing too long. I stop at this point, on my knees in front of you. I look up at you and see a gorgeous sight: the heat and moisture in the air has caused you to sweat, and the little rivulets chart their own courses across your skin. Your breasts shine in the candlelight, the nipples hard and tight. Your eyes gaze at me lustfully, letting me know without a word what you want. What you need. We share a knowing smile, and I begin again. From my knees I guide you over to the sink, a place you can lean on without fear of falling. You comply, letting the cool surface of the counter touch your ass. I use my hands to spread your legs, opening you to me. My fingers trace up your legs from your ankles, over your knees, across your thighs, to your hips. They linger there on your lower belly, waiting. They slide down to your sex, touching and probing. You're hot and wet against my fingers. Your scent wafts up to my nose, adding to my excitement. I part your lips with my thumbs, exposing your clit to the air. I move my face between your legs and blow across you. You moan loudly as you feel my breath. My tongue tastes you then, and you cry out, your fingers locking in my hair. I play with you, taking first your clit and then your lips between mine, licking and probing everywhere. You feel my fingers playing with you, and then feel one enter you slowly. I pump it in and out as I lick you, and your hips begin to pump against my face. You scream that you're going to cum, and I increase my pace. My finger moves faster, and my lips trap your clit. You feel a vibration from my lips that sends you over the edge. Your legs lock as the orgasm washes over you. You push yourself against me, grinding into my face. You scream in pleasure as your hips buck. I continue to hold you in my mouth and hum quickly, alternating the vibrations you feel. Your knees buckle as the orgasm subsides, and I hold you once again. "We're not done yet," I whisper to you. You groan in pleasure and smile at me. Taking your hand, I lead you into the shower. The hot water crashes down on us, stinging. I wet myself down first, letting you see the water running over my body, letting you see how hard I am for you. I guide you under the water next, using my hands to spread it around. Running my fingers through your hair, soaking it. I switch places with you again, and turn you away from me. Taking your arms, I place your hands flat against the wall, so you're holding yourself up. I pick up the bar of soap, and begin running it up and down your back and over your ass. Working up a thick lather, I put the bar down and begin to spread the soap around with my hands. I move down the top of your arms, and then back up the underside. Following the curve of your body, I cup your breasts in my soapy hands, rubbing in circles. You moan again, and I can feel your hips beginning to move on their own, back and forth. My fingers trace down from your breasts, across your belly. They arrive at your sex and begin to spread the lather through your pubic hair. I enter you then. You cry out and throw your head back in pleasure. My hands move up to your hips, gripping you there. I begin to pump in and out, using long hard strokes. I can hear our skin as it slaps together. You're incredibly hot around me, so hot it almost hurts. I groan as you squeeze me, and nuzzle against the back of your neck. You're breathing frantically now, almost ready to cum again. I pump into you even harder, stroking deep inside you. You feel me growing, and I groan loudly calling your name. I buck inside you wildly, and you feel me cum. That feeling of pulsing heat sends you over the edge, and you scream my name as you cum. We cling to each other as the passion ebbs. Little whispers are passed back and forth, along with kisses and tight hugs. I turn off the water, and help you out of the shower. Picking up a towel, I dry your body and then your hair. You do the same to me. I take your hand again and lead you out of the bathroom, blowing out the candles as we pass them. Once back in your room, we collapse together on the bed, and fall asleep in each other's arms. The Bathroom We met at Starbucks, because how can you get any more generic than that. I nervously sipped at my latte while you slurped a strawberries 'n' cream frappucino out of a giant green straw. We chatted about the weather and books and recently viewed movies... you know. Generic first date bullshit. I picked at the thread coming loose in the hem of my flowered skirt while you told me about your dog, wondering if this was going to be the extent of things. After so many hot and heavy emails, you kinda had me expecting fireworks. My mind had wandered to whether I wanted to watch Game of Thrones or True Blood later on when you uncrossed your leg, straightened to your full height, and leaned over the tiny table to look me intently in the eyes. "You're going to follow me to the men's room in a few minutes and suck my cock." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A few heartbeats passed between us as you stared me down, waiting for a response. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until it all came out in one big, breathy, "Yes." You finished the last dregs of whipped cream and frozen slush in your cup then pushed the chair away from the table with a screech, unfolding all six foot plus of your imposing frame as you stood. I watched you walk around the corner and disappear into the hallway where the bathrooms were. The minutes ticked by painfully slow. I counted three of them, anxiously assessing the other patrons and staff while I waited. It wasn't very busy inside, but the two baristas seemed fairly occupied despite a lack of steady customer flow. When minute three ended, I stood up and ran a shaking hand through my hair before walking as purposefully as I could in the direction you had gone. The door labeled "men" was the last of three. I tried the handle. Locked. Tentatively, I knocked. The door opened a crack and I could see one stern blue eye peek through. You pulled open the door just enough for me to squeeze through, and I did, entering the (oh, thank god) relatively clean restroom. I blinked under the fluorescent light and heard the click of the door being locked behind me. Before I could turn around, your hand was tangled in my hair and I felt myself being roughly forced to the ground. "On your knees." My bare legs connected with the public bathroom floor, and I cringed slightly at the thought of how gross it probably was. You stepped in front of me, my eyes now level with your jeans-clad groin and I watched your fingers slowly undo the brass button, slide down the zipper. I glanced up at you and felt a tiny lightning bolt of desire shoot from my brain down to my core. The look on your face was brimming with lust. "Eyes closed, mouth open." I obeyed, gripping the hem of my skirt in my hands for want of something to hold onto. I listened to the sounds around me as I waited for my reward. The noisy bathroom fan that I hoped would muffle any potential sounds from the people outside. Your clothes rustling as you freed your cock from its confines. My heart beating a steady yet frantic rhythm in my chest. I extended my tongue out just a little further, squirming with anticipation. Finally, softly, the velvety smoothness of your cock head fell heavily upon my tongue. I instinctively wrapped my lips around the tip of your cock and drew you in, stretching my mouth wider to accommodate your rather impressive girth. Goddamn, I thought. I ached to open my eyes and take in the vision of you, but I didn't dare until I was told I could. Your hand returned to tangle in my hair, and I moaned as you squeezed and pulled firmly. The other hand gripped the base of my throat and applied gentle pressure, causing me to gasp around my mouthful. I could feel my body start to respond to the stimulation - my nipples tightening and hardening against the fabric of my bra, that shiver of desire spreading out from my center, becoming a dull, warm throb. Slowly, you guided my head to take in more and more of your thick cock. My eyes watered when you hit the back of my throat and I steeled my stomach against the inevitable gag reflex. As if sensing I'd reached my limit, you tipped my chin back a little and pushed yourself just a bit further, your cock head sliding gently into my throat. I breathed in and out, steadily as I could, through my nose. "Open your eyes." I wasn't surprised to see a good few inches remaining to be swallowed. Pity I was never good at deep throating. I'd told you just as much during our email exchanges. Looking up into your face, I searched for some sign of pleasure but saw only stone. I moved my tongue just a bit and felt you twitch. My hands reached up instinctively and gripped the remaining length of your shaft, the other cradling your balls. "Suck it, pretty girl." I drew my head back, feeling you dislodge from my throat, and lapped at the underside of your cock as I pulled up on the shaft to wrap my lips firmly around your head again. Your second hand gripped a fistful of hair and you began guiding my head up and down around your cock. I moved both of my hands to grip your hips and opened my throat as much as possible, lifting up just slightly for a better angle that would allow your cock easier, smoother access. Your gentle guidance as I fucked your cock with my mouth soon turned to harder force, I felt the tip of your cock hit the back of my throat over and over, my mouth filling with saliva that dripped down onto the floor and coated your skin so it was slick and wet. Several times, you pushed hard and I felt your cock slip further down my throat, and I held myself there as steady as I could, wanting to make you proud. Tears streamed down my face, my makeup was definitely running. I looked up at you and saw the ghost of a smile as I gasped for breath after the fourth or fifth hard hold. "Good girl," you whispered, and I melted. My pussy was throbbing at this point, and I began to lust for you to command that I stand up and bend over or get on all fours... hell, even lie on my back on the dirty bathroom floor, and let you slide that beautiful cock all the way inside me. But I knew you wouldn't - this was about my face, not my cunt, and we both knew it. Still, the more I thought about it and wanted it, the more frenzied I became in my attention toward your cock. I was moaning lowly, breathing fast and hard. Your breathing had sped up a bit, too, and I looked up at one point to your eyes closed and one long arm reaching out to steady the rest of your body against the wall. Pulling back completely to pop your cock out of my mouth, I gripped it with one hand and kept pumping while my mouth found your balls, licking slowly and gently pulling one and then the other into my mouth while I massaged gently behind with my free hand. You moaned. I suppressed the desire to squee. "I'm close. Unbutton your shirt," you ordered. Returning my mouth to your cock, I obeyed, unbuttoning the three buttons on my white t-shirt. Your hands pulled the fabric open and made a painful, grasping attempt to pull my breasts out of the top of my bra, leaving fingerprints I had no doubt would later turn into bruises. With my assistance, soon my tits were spilling out over the top of my shirt. You gripped the back of my head once more, pulling my hair so hard I could feel my entire skull throb, and soon I was back to being alternatively fucked by your cock and held down until I had deep throated as much as humanly possible. Finally, you gave a loud combination between a grunt and a moan, lifted my head off and wrapped one hand around my throat, the other around the base of your cock. Holding my head back, your fingers pressing in so my vision went hazy and I moaned with what breath I had left, you aimed your cock at my heaving breasts just as it began to pulse and shoot cum in liquid streams that fell warm upon my porcelain skin. A rogue spurt hit just below my left eye, and I felt it travel down my cheek like a tear. Your grip on my throat loosened, and you flashed me a satisfied grin. "Excellent." My knees and neck were aching, but I didn't dare move. You stepped back and began putting your cock back into its cave, just as someone rapped on the door. I froze in terror, but you just called out, "Be a minute, pal." Stepping over to the sink, you ran the tap and splashed a bit of water on your face then dried it with a paper towel. I remained on my knees. You walked back to my spot and stood over me, and I looked up into your eyes, trembling with lust and my efforts to hold myself in position. Reaching down, you cupped my cheek, caressing the soft skin with one finger. Then, a sharp smack. I gasped and moaned, leaning into your hand. "You're such a good slut," you said, smiling softly at me. "I'm going to leave now. Wait a couple of minutes, flush the toilet then exit through the back." "Yes, Sir," I answered. "Oh, and one more thing," I craned my head to look at you at the door behind me. "Don't you dare clean a single drop of my cum off until you get home." Gulping, I envisioned the seven-block walk back to my apartment down a crowded street with cum on my cheek and breasts and makeup smeared everywhere from my sweat and tears. "Yes, Sir," I whispered, my face beginning to burn. "Good girl." The Bathroom It was late. The city streets were nearly empty in the darkness of the falling rain. He dashed into a random building to avoid the wetness. Good, a public bathroom nearby down the hall where he can clean himself up. The bathroom wasn't great, the fluorescent lights flickered on and off, and while the room wasn't dirty, it wasn't very clean either. He went into a stall, sat on the toilet, and checked his phone. He hoped his wife had called and left a note letting him know where she would be. Nothing. He knew she was out. His cock was hard thinking about it. Her in some slinky dress and high heels, out and about, seeing and being seen. Suddenly, he felt a draft. He jumped as it surprised him. Looking around he noticed a hole that he didn't see when he first entered. It was round. Dark. About as big around as a coffee cup. He stared intently wondering what it was. At first he thought he was being watched. Maybe he was. He had heard about glory holes before but this didn't seem to be the place that would have one. Intrigued, he tried to look through the hole, but it was positioned such that he couldn't quite get at the right angle and the stall was so tiny that he could barely bend or move. He thought of his wife. And her in her slinky dress. He texted her. The hole made him imagine his wife's red lips wrapped around some hard cock, slowly and seductively sliding up and down its entire length. In his text he told her where he was. He told her about the hole. She didn't answer. He decided to stick his finger in it. Nothing. He moved his finger around waiting. Still nothing. He texted his wife again. All kinds of thoughts were running through his head now. He wished he knew where she was. What she was doing. She still didn't answer. He looked back at the hole and the darkness inside. He stuck his finger back in. A warm, wet sensation immediately surrounded his finger. He recoiled from the touch, yanking his finger out of the hole. Now, he wasn't sure what to do. But that wasn't exactly true, he knew what he wanted to do, but wasn't sure if he should. He stuck his finger back in the hole. The same warm, wet sensation enveloped it. Gingerly, the sensation moved up and down the length of his finger. It felt so good he held it there. He thought of his wife again. Her lips. Her mouth. Her tongue. He pulled his finger out, lingering on the sensation as he did. He texted his wife again. He told her about his finger and how good it felt. He knew she wouldn't answer. He knew exactly what she was doing and there was nothing he could do about it. He thought for a moment. He only had one dick, and here was this was hole with who knows what or who on the other side. He couldn't escape the sensation he felt wrap around his finger. His cock throbbed. He wanted to feel the warmth and wetness there. The more he thought about it, the less he could resist. Finally, he pulled his pants down and slid his engorged cock into the hole, praying that it would come back to him in one piece, even as he thought that he might cum just from the thought of some stranger sucking him off. Slowly, the warm wet sucking sensation was surrounding his cock. He began to tremble from the excitement and danger of not knowing what was on the other side. He fought the urge to explode. He wanted so badly for the sensation to continue. He thought of his wife again. He imagined her pretty face and the look of hunger in her eyes, her down on her knees and a huge hard cock throbbing in front of her. He imagined the cock sliding into her mouth, her lips stretching, wrapping around the shaft and taking it all in. The sucking sensation around his cock was becoming more forceful now and the mouth that was swallowing his cock was moving faster and faster. He whimpered with the pleasure, crying out as he pushed himself against the wall, desperate to fuck the mouth on the other side. Soon it was too much and he couldn't wait any longer. He felt the sensation building deep in his groin, the feeling moving in waves throughout his body. His muscles tensed, his back arched, his body shook. Spurt after spurt, the cum flew out of him, deep into the mouth waiting eagerly on the other side. Once again, he thought of his wife and the look in her eyes, overwhelmed by a throbbing cock. Cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth. Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a text from his wife telling him all about it. The Bathroom As I walked into the bathroom, I immediately took note of its strange cleanliness, considering its location off of a highway. I sat down in one of the stalls and closed the door. As I finished my business, I turned around to flush the toilet, and noticed a hole in the wall, about 3 inches in diameter. Inspecting it more closely, I began to notice a variety of vulgar slurs along the edges of the hole, all alluding to oral sex. Then the noise of footsteps could be heard on the other side of the stall. A man had just entered the stall adjacent to mine. I couldn't help but peek through the hole, out of curiosity. I watched as a large, but athletic white male sat down on the toilet. Just as I began to look away, he noticed the hole between our stalls as, catching me looking at him. I figured the best course of action would be to leave. I picked up my pants, and just as I made my way to exiting the stall, I turned back to look through the hole one more time. I noticed that the man had now stood up, facing towards the hole. I couldn't refrain from succumbing to my curiosity, as I moved my head down towards the hole to get a better view. Peeking towards me through the hole, was not what I expected. A fully erect cock was halfway into the hole. I backed my head up in shock, as its full 7 to 8 inches emerged through the gap in the stalls. Now, I had always considered myself straight, but having that hard dick before my eyes made me feel a little differently. I even felt my own penis start to grow inside of my jeans. I gave in. I ran a single finger starting from the base of his cock, all the way to the tip. I heard a noise of appreciation from the other side. This encouraged me, so I wrapped my hand around its base, and began to slowly stroke it. More moans were produced in the other side. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Before I knew it, I had my own cock in my hands, stroking it furiously. After a few minutes of stroking myself and the stranger behind the wall, I conjured a sexy idea in my head. I stood up, and aligned my similarly sized cock next to his. I wrapped my hand around both of our hard dicks, and began stroking them together. I couldn't remember the last time my dick was as hard as it was. Our precum got all over my hand, and I used it to get our cocks a little more wet. The feeling of his cock rubbing up against mine was one of the biggest turn on's I had ever experienced. I could tell from the moaning on the other side of the wall that the unknown man was enjoying himself as well. I felt a swelling build up in my cock, and I began to rub our hard cocks together even faster. I knew I was about to cum. My toes curled, and my hands clenched, and I released what seemed to be a liter of cum all over my hands, and both of our hard cocks. Despite my previous heterosexuality, I couldn't help but want to taste it. I licked every last bit of my semen off of my hands. It was warm, and gooey. I loved the feeling of it in my mouth. I looked down and noticed that the cock sticking through the wall was now totally covered in my cum. Without any hesitation, I lowered myself onto my knees, with his cum covered, rock hard member just an inch away from my face. I moved my mouth closer, transfixed by the combination of our ejaculate covering it. The feeling of my hot breath and proximity of my mouth elicited a deep and anxious moan from the stranger, as if this had been what he was waiting for. I put out the tip of my tongue, and ever so slightly ran it along the base of his dick, right to the tip. Another moan of approval. Then I ran the tip of my tongue along the bottom of his dick, in the same fashion. An occasional drip of cum would fall from his dick and on to my face. I loved it. I breathed on his cock for another few seconds, building the anticipation. Then, I put my mouth over the tip of his dick, and closed my mouth. I moved my tongue slowly in a circular formation, collecting all of the precum that was dripping off of it. Then I slowly moved my mouth towards his dick, fitting as much of it into my mouth as I could, while still maintaining a tight hole with my mouth. I grabbed his balls underneath as I repeated this motion. His fat dick began to slide in and out with ever increasing speeds. I put my hand on his cock and began jerking him off, as my tongue traveled down to his balls. I teased him with my tongue, and then returned to sliding my hot, wet mouth over his lubricated cock. I could tell by the frequency in his moaning, that he was pretty close to cumming. It encouraged me to shove it as far down my throat as I could get it. Surprisingly, I could shove it down most of the way, before I felt the need to gag. I repeated this motion, fucking his fat, hard cock with my throat, until I felt the pressure begin to build. I pulled it out, yet still aimed it toward my mouth. As soon as I heard him moan as loud as he did, I knew he just came. White, gooey jizz shot from the tip of his cock, all over the inside and outside of my mouth. I felt so sexy, my face covered in his cum. I gripped his cock a little harder, draining out the rest of the cum that I could into my mouth. As soon as I let go of his cock, it shot back through the hole. Within seconds, the man had pulled up his pants and exited the bathroom. But I didn't care. I sat there for another half hour, jerking off, leaving the stranger's cum all over my face. I was in heaven. I didn't know it before I entered the bathroom, but on the way out, I knew that I was a dirty cocksucker. And that cock would not be my last. The Bathroom I hadn't gone into the small dirty toilets for anything other than to take a leak. Honestly, if I could of waited till I got home I would never of set foot into that grim building, but needs must and there I was. There was a broken skin and one of the three cubicles was missing it's door and had no seat on the toilet. The smell was funky to say the least. As I freed my cock and started to piss I heard the cubicle door behind me unbolt. Then saw a mountain of a man stand beside me. Blonde short hair, slight stubble, wide shoulders and a well build swimmers body. I looked up at him and he made no attempt to hide the fact he was checking out my cock. I began to harden as he watched, then I felt his hand on my back, gently rubbing up and down. He rubbed lower and lower till he found the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms, teasing his fingers inside... I'd stopped pissing and was just letting this man. This total stranger feel me up. Grope me. My cock was like an iron rod by now. I'm not hung, 6 inches. But I felt like I was still growing as his hand found and explored the crack of my arse as he stepped behind me and slipped his other hand up my tshirt finding my nipples. I groaned and tilted my head back onto his chest as he pulled on my nipples and fingered my arsehole. The feeling of loss when he withdrew his hands from me, made me groan again, but more like a puppy having a toy taken away, than a lust filled bitch this time. He then pushed my head forward against the wall and pulled my arse out towards him. I braced myself with my hands either side of my face as he pulled my bottoms down to my knees as I heard him spit and his fingers return to my hungry hole. With my face mashed against the wall he lubed my hole with his spit. My breath ragged, I moaned as he readied me for what I knew was coming. In a flash he stood up grab my hips and I felt him pushing slowly into my wet willing rose bud. More moans escaped me as he kept pushing, opening me more and more. I tried to relax and accept his cock as best as I could. Biting my lower lip as he seemed to bottom out and held his cock inside me. Seconds felt like hours as all I could hear was his breathing and my heart beating. He started to pump my arse slowly, stretching my hole further, I could feel ever vain of his meaty cock as he used me like a piece of meat. Then without any warning he started to pump harder and faster in and out of me. I soon found out he hadn't bottomed out as he drove deeper with the first couple of hard thrust and I gasped as his balls slapped my own. Like a jack hammer he pounded me, growling and snarling as he headed towards his orgasm. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me back harder and harder to meet his thrusts, man handling me and making me feel like a total slut. My moans became louder as his big veiny fuck stick hit my prostate over and over again, sending lighting blots of pleasure through my body. I wanted to speak, to cry out to him to fuck me faster and harder, but I was speechless with the amount of pleasure I was in. My moans seemed to do the trick anyway as the louder I became the harder he fucked me. Then, as my vision started the darken at the edges, as quickly as he started, he thrust one final time, hard and deep. I felt his cock pulse strongly 4 times as he let out a low primal growl. He held himself inside me for a second as I felt softer pulses, then slowly withdrew his semi hard cock, releasing my hips as he went. I was breathing hard, my head and hands still against the wall, tracksuit bottoms around my knees, my hard cock dripping precum as my arse dripped a complete strangers thick cum. My arse burned and my hips felt crushed from his grip. Voices from outside snapped me out of the haze I was in, and I just managed to yank my bottoms over my arse and look like I was pissing as two guys entered. Their conversation stopping as they saw me. They took up positions next to me unzipping and starting to piss. I shook my semi hard cock, precum splashing into the urinal and tried not to run out of there. There was no sign of my tall blonde lover as I got to my car and sat wondering what had just happened slowly stroking my stiff member through my tracksuit bottoms teasing myself, feeling the cum still seeping out of my hole and pooling in my underwear, then my mind started to wondered why the two guys seemed to be taking so long inside, my cock got harder still. I got out of my car and started back towards the dirty bathroom... The Bathroom Break This is my first Literotica submission and I would love any and all feedback, negative, positive, hurtful, whatever you have to say I want to hear it. I would like to thank the beautiful young woman who inspired this story, without you this would not have been possible. Thanks are also due to the wonderful LadyFalcon who edited my story, who also made this possible. ***** It was raining outside. It's always raining around here. What light poured in through the two story high windows was no match to the misery the weather wrought outside. The protection of the glass did not shield from the dreary mood. It was a slow day, and few customers had come to the counter to make the over expensive purchase of a movie ticket. I saw little reason to be at work. Even the pitiful paycheck I knew was coming next week wasn't enough incentive to stifle the unprofessional yawn I knew was also coming. Lucky no managers were around. The lobby in front of me was nearly empty, save for the two teenagers with skateboards by the pay phone on the far side opposite me. They had obviously skipped school to come see a movie. Unfortunately, an usher had ruined the miscreant's day by catching them before they managed to enter the theater, and asked to see their tickets. Now it appeared they were deciding whether to face their parent's wrath for skipping school or walk home in the rain. I hadn't yet decided whether I was sorry for them or not. I drowsily made my way over to the office area of the box office, and sat in one of the very comfortable desk chairs provided usually only for managers and supervisors. It wasn't uncommon for a grunt to take up a seat once in a while. I was not too concerned over a reprimand, especially considering the amount of business so far that day. Leaning forward, I squinted at the computer screen. Fifteen tickets sold. Of the sixteen auditoriums, only three had people in them. I sighed to myself, rubbing my eyes and leaning back in the chair. The day was already half way over, I told myself. I could last another few hours. The metal door to the box office gave its signature clang as someone came in from the lobby. I shot to my feet immediately with an unexpected burst of energy. It was not that I would have been in trouble for sitting down, but I probably could and should have been cleaning something instead. Not that it mattered though, around the hallway corner came Karmen, one of the more casual supervisors. She gave me a smile and I smiled back, returning to my seat. She silently took the seat next to me and started typing at one of the three workstations, apparently putting in an order for more Junior Mints or something to that extent. Most... no, I take it back. All of the men at the theater were attracted to Karmen. Not the gay ones perhaps, but even they would admit that she was very attractive. I say attractive because I don't want to confuse it with beautiful, gorgeous or sexy. This was my own opinion and was not the majority, but I do need to make the distinction of my own attraction. This may be confusing for some, so let me start by describing her for you. At least, what she looked like on this day. She was of mixed Pacific Islander and Caucasian descent, and had died her hair sharp brown with platinum streaks. She was shorter than most girls, standing around five feet one - maybe two inches, and could not have weighed more than a hundred pounds. Karmen was very pretty, and she wore a lot of make-up to accent this. Too much, I thought sometimes. She did not have much in the way of breasts or hips. This, for me, was her downfall. She was just beyond that 'too skinny' point for me. She looked as if she could have been younger than me, and yet I knew she had at least a year on me. Karmen still looked like a little girl to me. She did not have the womanly curves I covet so much. Sure, she was tan, pretty, wore make-up to accentuate her features. She also knew how to dress in that alluring way outside of work... and I probably would have gone to bed with her if given the chance, but she just did not hold that sway over me that other women did. She caught me staring at her. I must not have had that lecherous look that most men do when they look at her because she gave me a slightly puzzled smile. I returned her smile and we held each other's gaze for a moment. I indulged myself during that moment; I thought about what having sex with her would be like. I knew right away that she would be a great lay. I imagined sliding into her and feeling her warm, soft body writhe under me in pleasure. I knew she would do more than just lay there like some of the women I hear about. She would want to please me just as much as I wanted to please her. "You want to go on break?" I was torn from my fantasy by cold words. Karmen had not meant for them to be cold, in fact just the opposite. She seemed to have missed the heat in my gaze and only picked up on the friendliness. Her words had been a thank you, I could tell. Thank you for not undressing me with your eyes all the time like everyone else. "Sure, I'm kinda hungry." Ashamed, I shrugged and pushed the chair back, standing up. Trying to hide the effect of my arousing thoughts as I turned red; I ducked my head as I signed out on the break log and left the box office quickly. My shame was made all the worse by the clang of the metal box office door. It aggravated the embarrassment that I was just like everyone else passing through that door. Just like everyone else passing his or her gaze over Karmen. As I made my way up to the employee break room on the second level, I hoped Karmen hadn't seen how red I had turned. As I walked across the lobby, I was not even able to glance over towards the box office, in fear that our eyes would meet again and she would know the truth. If she had seen how red I was, I hope she had mistaken it for something else. Shyness, perhaps, at the gaze we had shared only moments before. Hopefully one she had only considered friendly. I am even more ashamed to admit that my redness wasn't the only embarrassing element of my appearance as I crossed the lobby. Reaching the second floor I realized I had a semi-hard-on. I had been so caught up in my shame I hadn't even noticed. How long have I had it? Is it a new thing, just this moment, or has it been withering since my leave from the box office? Had it in fact been much harder as I crossed the lobby? In my erection's current state it was already painfully obvious through the light slacks demanded by strict uniform policies, and it was only halfway erect! I almost panicked. Somehow I managed to calm down by the time I reached the break room. My breath had come back to me (where I lost it I do not recall) and my face felt less like the surface of the sun. My hand extended toward the doorknob of the break room, I realized that despite everything else about me having calmed down, my erection was still somewhat there. Retracting my hand, I turned one hundred eighty degrees and headed straight for the employee bathroom. If there was anyone in the break room, no one needed to know of my erection. Besides, I had to use the rest room anyway. Opening the door to the employee restroom I froze mid stride. There was Karmen's opposite. She had dirty blonde hair, almost light brown hair. Soft facial features. She hardly wore make up but was holding some kind of eyeliner brush in her hand as if about to apply some. Full, pouty lips that were a light pink even without lip-gloss. White, pearly teeth. But her figure... oh her figure was to die for. She was wearing a tight white tank top over a white bra. She was facing the mirror of the bathroom and I had a full side profile look at her. Her breasts were easily a C cup, and from her tight jeans I was able to make out her hips and butt which seemed to balance that perfect hourglass figure. From her smooth arms and relatively flat tummy I could tell she was athletic, but not to the point that she had lost any of her femininity. Her name was Sarah. I hadn't given her much thought because I hadn't seen her out of the stale uniform that we all had to wear. But in her street clothes she was a goddess. She seemed just as startled as I and we both stood there looking at each other mid-action. Her eyes dropped for only an instant, and I wasn't sure at the time if she could tell about my erection. Now I know. She recovered in no time it seemed, and waved me in. "Come on in, and lock the door." She turned back to applying her eyeliner and I hesitated only a moment. If my mind had been a frozen void of shock a moment before, it was a hot swirling mass of chaos as I closed the door and locked it behind me. My heart pounded and I started to breath out of my mouth. I was unsure what to do. Do I walk over to the toilet and urinate as planned? Should I stand with my back to her or give her a side profile so she could see me through the mirror? Do I walk over to the sink and mirror and start a conversation? What do I say? What do you think of the tiling pattern? I walked over next to the sink counter and leaned against the wall that the mirror was on. She continued to apply her make up. "What's up?" "Shh don't talk so loud," she whispered, "don't want anyone to hear us in here together." She had a point. If two employees were found occupying the employee bathroom at the same time... well they wouldn't be employees for much longer, now would they. I felt a bit of a dofus. "Sorry," I said much softer, "Why are you putting make-up on? You know you don't need it." She smiled and blushed slightly – or was that the blush she had put on already? She put the brush down and picked up another one that looked exactly the same. My heart was acting like my chest cavity was hell and the only way out was to smash my ribs open. "You're too sweet," she glanced at me and gave me a bit of a wink, "I have a date tonight; this guy from high school. No big deal, just thought I'd look nice." My heart sank a little. Of course she has a date. What chance could a guy like me have with her? I stomped my self-esteem issues into the ground. "Whatever. I think you look better with out all that colored whale fat." She broke out laughing and I broke out with a huge smile on my face. For some reason making a pretty girl laugh always makes me smile. She gave my shoulder a playful shove. When Sarah wasn't able to get my shoulder to move as much as she planned, she let her hand linger on me. The contact drove my hard-on wild. I could feel it straining against my pants. Her hand began to pull away but as it did it traveled lightly done my chest a few inches. By the look on her face I could tell she had liked what she felt under my uniform. Staying in shape has been one of my priorities for the past few years and I'm modestly athletic. She looked me up and down again, her eyes stopping only briefly at my groin. Sarah had a look of hesitation on her face before asking, "I need your opinion on what shirt I should wear." She lifted her tank top, revealing her almost naked chest and stomach. My erection throbbed in my pants as I openly stared at her perky cleavage. Sarah's skin was soft and white, as if she had only seen the sun on those rare summer trips to Hawaii with her parents. Her breasts met together in the center of her chest and created that seductive line made possible by push-up bras. Probably aware of my gaze, she leaned over into her gym bag, and searched through it. Leaning over as she was brought her face no more than half a foot from my crotch. Tempted as I was, I did not unzip my pants right then and there. Looking over her back as she was bent over, I noticed that her pink thong had ridden up and her pants had ridden down, giving me a delicious view of the top of her butt. Looking back I pride myself on my self-control. She straightened very slowly, watching me as I watched her. In her hands were two shirts. One white and lacey looking that buttoned up the middle, the other a tight blue v-neck teenybopper shirt. She put the blue shirt on first, and damn did it look good on her. It hugged her in all the right places. The v-neck that showed off her cleavage seemed to have a built-in white undershirt that preserved some modesty. But the top line of her cleavage was still visible. "What do you think," she asked, her voice softer, huskier than before, and "do I look good?" I pretended to inspect it, bringing my hand up to my chin as if in deep thought. Really it just gave me an excuse to inspect her. I knew that she knew what I was doing. After she had turned for me a couple times and I had gotten a good look at her front and back, I said, "Very sexy. I'm slightly jealous." She laughed. "Oh don't be, he's not getting the pre-show!" She pulled the top off, placing it on the counter and grabbing the second shirt. This one required more time to put on; she had to button it up the middle. She buttoned it all the way up to her neck. Her look suggesting that she need not ask how she looked again. She expected an answer without offering the question. Again with my hand on my chin I thought about it. It was a frilly shirt, with lots of lacework and puffiness in the sleeves and around the buttons. It really did look like something out of the 1800's aristocracy. An undershirt a nobleman might have worn, perhaps. I shook my head, and as I opened my mouth I made a last minute decision. "Unbutton the top buttons a little," I said, without a hint of the nervousness I felt. She looked surprised but did as I asked, her hands reaching up and unbuttoning the top two buttons, leaving her neck slight exposed. I pretended to think again, and again I asked her to unbutton her shirt some more. She complied, and was left with the top four buttons unbuttoned, and the top of her chest exposed. Now I really worked hard at thinking about it. Again I shook my head and told her to continue to unbutton the shirt. At last she slowly unbuttoned the last two so her cleavage was revealed. I smiled slightly and I know that she saw it. This whole time I had been catching her with her eyes downward, toward my now painful erection. Finally I shook my head one last time. "No I like the blue one better." She cocked her head to the side with a sly look on her face. "Oh yeah? Just because it shows off my tits better?" It was my turn to cock my head with a sly look. I tried to exude as much confidence as I could as I said, "Well, you do have lovely tits." This seemed to strike her as odd. I feared I had come off as creepy, because a confused, almost shy look came over her face and all she did was nod and begin to unbutton her shirt again. I felt like something had been building up inside the both of us and with that one comment I had just popped it like a needle to a balloon. Feeling slightly dejected, yet still trying to appear confident and slick, I motioned towards the toilet. "If you don't mind..." She glanced behind her and shrugged slightly, as if it was totally commonplace for coworkers to share the bathroom together, watch each other change together and be present as the other uses the facility. I was more than a little confused to be honest. I stood up from leaning against the wall and began to make my way towards the other side of the bathroom. Just as I was about to pass her, Sarah somehow knocked one of her bottles of make-up off the counter, directly in my path. I didn't have enough time to stop as her whole upper body shot downward to catch the brown bottle. She caught it just before it hit the floor. And just as she caught it, my hard-on bumped right against her cheek for but a moment. She looked me in the eye and rose up slowly. Just as she stood up straight, her hand holding the bottle brushed my erection through my pants. It appeared to have been an accident, but by now I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed some kind of relief, and I really had to pee. I walked over to the toilet and quickly made the decision to give her as much of a view as possible. Standing casually to the side of the toilet, I loudly and slowly unzipped my pants for her benefit. I couldn't tell if she was watching me through the mirror but I did know that if she wanted to, she could see everything I was doing. I reached into my pants and carefully released my throbbing erection. It immediately stood at full attention, pointing to the upper part of the wall I was facing. Sarah made some kind of noise at this point. A cough or gasp or clearing of her throat I wasn't sure, all I knew was that she sounded surprised and she sounded like she was encouraging me. She had stopped getting ready for her date and seemed to be using the counter to hold herself up, her arms straight and supporting her weight with her hands gripping the end of the counter. She at some point removed the lacey shirt and only had her bra on now, but she didn't appear to be making any efforts to put the blue shirt on. I casually took hold of my dick and pointed it downward towards the toilet. It did not want to obey, it wanted to point upwards, but I managed to get it aimed correctly. When I had first entered the bathroom the thought of stage fright had crossed my mind, considering such a beautiful specimen of the fairer sex was standing so close to me. But I didn't seem to have any trouble letting the stream come. I concentrated on the toilet, now in a bit of a haze, knowing that Sarah was watching me urinate. Slightly embarrassed all of sudden, I realized how loud I was and how strong the stream hitting the water in the toilet was. However, it eased quickly and literally calmed to a tinkle. As I was about to shake I looked over at Sarah and froze. She had turned around and was staring directly at my rock hard dick. It was like the moment I entered the bathroom all over again. We both stood motionless. I had lifted my dick slightly to shake the last drops out, and it seemed awkward to be holding it like I was as she stared at me. But I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I don't think I even took a breath. We could have been standing there for a thousand years for all I knew. Time seemed to pass endlessly. Next thing I knew she was coming at me. It happened so fast I couldn't have pulled away even if I had wanted to. I was frightened, and for the first second or so I think I really did want to run away. But fear held me there. Ironic how the fear of what she was about to do only made it all the more possible for it to happen. Her hand shot out towards the toilet paper dispenser, and my mind registered confusion. Rational thinking was completely out of the question at this point. The fog cleared briefly and I understood her intention. With a wad of toilet paper in hand she knelt before me and began to clean the tip of my dick off. The contact was ecstasy. Even though it may seem disgusting now, I was paying no attention to the purpose of her actions. All I was concerned about was that her hand was on my dick. Through the toilet paper, yes, but I let out a groan of pleasure... of released tension... of pure animal lust that I did not know a man could make. Of course I had heard a woman's moans before, but never my own. This only seemed to arouse me even more. Sarah tossed the used wad into the toilet and sat back on her heels for a moment. I was about to ask her why she had stopped touching me. Her touch felt so good. Why torture me so? But then I thought she was admiring me. This caused me to blush uncontrollably. I fidgeted, almost wanting to put my dick away, back into my pants. I had never had a woman look at me like she was. Sure I'd been with women intimately before, but never had they paid so much attention to me like this. I felt like a little boy all over again. She noticed my embarrassment immediately and softly, ever so gently wrapped her right hand around my throbbing manhood; as if knowing my instinctual intentions and wanting to prevent me from going anywhere. I leaned my head back and opened my mouth to moan. But for reasons unknown no sound escaped my lips other than a sharp exhale of breath. When I returned my gaze downward she had lifted her eyes and was now staring at me. Her eyes held a kind of lustful power I had never seen before and have rarely seen since. They held a promise, of what I did not know, a guarantee of some delightfully sinful pleasure out of this world. And I was powerless to stop it.