1 comments/ 35615 views/ 3 favorites The Bathroom Ch. 01 By: saffire eyez Pulling my panties over my thighs, and next my black slacks, I reach behind me, flush, and step out of the bathroom stall. I watch my hips swing in the mirror as I walk up to the sinks. Turning on the faucet and waiting for the water to warm up to my liking, I hear a flush behind me. I hear her rustling with her clothes, then a little grunt as if she's having trouble. Finally the click of the lock sounds and out she steps from her stall. My curious eyes move to the mirror to find her. As she walks towards me, she runs a hand through her jet black shoulder length hair, still adjusting the skirt of her dress with the other hand. She has the most beautiful features I've ever seen. She has a very exotic look to her, she looks to be Iranian. She is very tall, taller than me, and I stand 5'11" right now in my low heels. Her eyes are sparkling pools of the most beautiful green I've seen in my life. They aren't dark, but light, as if reflected off of a glacier. Her eyelashes are long and thick, her eyebrows a perfect curve to the shape of her eyes. Her lips are full like mine, and glisten from a shiny red lipstick. Her hair is bone straight, shines like diamonds, and I find myself wanting to touch the silkiness. Her cheekbones are high, her shoulders small yet defined, her overall frame long, lean, and fit. She's absolutely gorgeous. Catching me gawking at her, she flashes me a smile, revealing two rows of brightly whitened teeth. I smile back and turn my eyes quickly to my hands in the sink. Why is my heart pounding? Why do I feel flushed? Why do I all of the sudden feel aroused... and by nothing but the sight of a woman? This has never happened to me before. I frown, lost in my own confusion at the feelings coursing through me. At the sink next to me as she rubs soap over and through her long fingers, she speaks in an angelic voice and asks, "Are you alright?" Catapulted back into the moment, I look up to her and find concern spread on her face. Why is she asking me this? "Yes, I'm fine... why do you ask?" Her eyes drop to my hands, which are red from the water that I have not noticed this entire time was very hot. "The color of your hands looks painful; you've just had them sitting there under that water..." Feeling a fool and finally feeling the burning, I yank my hands from underneath the faucet. Embarrassment creeps up my chest and into my cheeks and I'm paralyzed for a moment as to what to do. She senses this in me and says, "Come here..." She reaches out and takes both of my hands in hers; pulling them over to the sink she was standing in front of. Even through the painful burning, I can feel that her large hands are soft with an underlying strength. Holding my hands in one of hers, she reaches up with the other and adjusts the faucet to a very cold temperature. I instinctively pull away, but she urges my hands back under the water encouraging me that it's only lukewarm; it feels cold because my hands are so hot. I'm very touched by this stranger's hospitality to me, and I look up into her eyes and sheepishly thank her. She smiles warmly at me and the scent of her perfume tickles my nose as her hair falls over her shoulders. Suddenly I'm imagining what her lips would feel like against mine, what her neck would taste like to my tongue, what her reaction to me would be if I took her body in my mouth. I see her before me, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her head leaned back just waiting and yearning for my touch. My eyes get large as I feel that familiar wetness between my thighs, and I'm shocked that I'm feeling this way. She sees this and laughs, saying, "Wow, I've never seen someone's eyes get that big before! Is the water ok, are your hands feeling better?" I laugh with her; my mother always had the same reaction when I widened my eyes. "I was just thinking something that's all, my hands are feeling a bit better now, you don't have to stay in here with me... thank you so much for your help," I respond. "Well, I want to make sure you're ok," she says in a low voice. "My name's Cora by the way," she offers. "Nice to meet you," I say as I tell her my name. She smiles and there's a hint of uncertainty and awkwardness on her face. The moment between us has changed. I don't know how and I don't know when, but suddenly I'm very aware of her as an attractive woman. She still lingers unnecessarily close to me, and I find my body reacting to her closeness. I wonder if she feels the same. Images flash through my mind uncontrollably and I bring my eyes up to meet hers. She sees. She understands. She feels the same. She walks away and behind me, and my head whips around to follow her, wondering if she was too uncomfortable to stay. She saunters slowly and graciously to the door of the restroom, her calf muscles tightening beneath her stockings. I then hear a soft click as she's locked the door. I'm nervous now. I've still got my hands underneath the cool water because I'm frozen in this situation, not sure how to act or what to do. She walks back towards me, a playful glint in her eye and with a new bold tone in her voice she says to me, "I followed you in here. I've had my eye on you since you got here tonight. I've watched you laugh, drink, eat, and have a great time with your date. I was captured by your long beautiful hair, your amazingly bright eyes, the sweet sound of your laugh, the coyness you exude as you flirt. All the time I wondered to myself 'I wonder if she'd let me have her....'" This confession elicits chills over my entire body. She excites me. I want her to ravish me, slant her mouth against mine, rip my blouse from my chest, and smother my breasts with her red lips. "Will you... let me have you?" she finishes. "I don't... know... I've never... uh..." I stammer, my tongue feeling thick and unable to produce anything that makes sense. Knowing she has the upper hand, the power in this situation, she comes up to me and takes my hands from under the faucet. She brings each finger to her mouth, sucking the water from my fingers. She swirls her tongue so softly around my fingers, then harder over my palm and wrist. I'm hypnotized by her boldness, and the sensation she is creating within me is delicious. With her eyes locked on mine, she brings one of my hands to her bare chest, moving my fingers just underneath the fabric of her low cut dress. Her breasts are plump and soft as she lets my fingers trace the swell of them. She lets go of my hand and reaches behind herself. I hear the soft zip just before the straps fall from her shoulders. She steps out of her shoes, then wiggles her way out of her dress... she lays it neatly on the arm of the chair next to us. She stands before me in satin navy blue. Her bra, her thong, her garter belt... even the thigh highs that are clipped to her garter are navy blue. My eyes take in the soft curve of her belly, the tautness of her thighs, the roundness of her hips, and the fullness of her bottom. "You are so beautiful," I say to her with amazement. "And you are truly gorgeous," she says as she steps up to me and runs a hand through my hair. Her fingers rest on my cheek and her thumb moves out to trace my bottom lip. I can feel the heat radiating from her as she's so close to me, and my breathing has become ragged. Instinctively, my eyes close and my tongue reaches out to touch her finger. She allows a small amount of play with her finger, but before I know it she has replaced it with her mouth. She takes my full bottom lip between her hers first, slowly pushing her lips against mine, learning how to taste me. My hands find her waist, her ribs, the small of her back, exploring her soft body. She pushes her tongue into my mouth and I know now that I can not go back, I can not stop this from happening. This is a sensation I've never known before, I'm intoxicated by her femininity. I'm lost in her scent, her touch, her eagerness... To Be Continued... The Bathroom Ch. 02 Reaching between us, she begins to unbutton my blouse. Brushing it back from my shoulders and away from my body, she lays it on top of her dress. With her soft mouth still on mine, she brushes her hands down my arms which send tingles through my entire being. Breaking away from her, I move my lips down her slender throat, across her collarbone, and to the swell of one breast. My arms wrap around her waist, caressing slowly up and down her back. To be daring, I unhook the clasp on her bra and let it fall away from her breasts. They are pert and full, and she is noticeably excited. I look up into her eyes to try to decipher what is on her mind. She looks at me with heavy lids, her lips slightly parted, the red lipstick smudged off. I can only imagine that my lips look the same. "Touch me here," she whispers as she holds one of her breasts in her hand. I comply, taking one of her dark large nipples into my mouth. She moans, and grasps one hand to my shoulder. Swirling my tongue around this treat, my hand falls to her behind and I grab her close to me, our pelvis' matched up together. To feel a full breast against my face was such a new sensation for me, the excitement has my heart pumping a thousand beats per minute. Hearing her moan, and fully understanding that it was due to my affections only pushed me further. I took my mouth from one breast and trailed kisses across her chest to the other, taking her hand in mine and guiding her to the waist of my pants. She understands, and begins to unbutton and unzip me. As they fall to my feet, I detach myself from her long enough to step out of my pants and drape them over the chair with our other clothes. As I turn back to her, I see in her face that the tables have turned. I stand in front of her, all the sudden feeling beyond vulnerable in just my red lacy bra and panties. Her eyes are following my body, making me self conscious. I try to smile, but I feel the bashfulness in my face. She gestures toward the chair and commands to me, "Sit." I do as I'm told. She grabs her purse from the counter and sets it beside the chair. Kneeling in front of me, she lifts one of my legs and begins to kiss and touch me so very softly. I can't help but lay my head back and sigh. "Just relax," she says. "Cora is going to take good care of you, mama." The promise of pleasure to come drips from her voice and I begin to get nervous. What if I don't react right, am I supposed to talk to her, how different is this from hetero-sexual relations? I didn't know. But when her lips landed just on the inside of my knee, all worried thoughts went out the window. She had a hand on either of my thighs, rubbing up my hips to my waist and down again as she placed her soft lips all over my lower body. In my past experience, it has been very rare that a man has paid this much attention to parts of my body that weren't obvious erogenous zones. Halfway between my knee and my hip, was a spot discovered by this woman's mouth that sent rushes of electricity through my belly. Moaning loudly in response to her, she lifts her head and asks me, "Feel good?" Letting out a deep breath I say, "You are hardly doing anything but you make me feel so amazing..." I feel her mouth turn to a smile against my skin, and she inches further up my thigh. Forcing my legs even farther apart, she moves herself in between them, and the warmth from her body is wonderful against me. She places a kiss on my abdomen just at my panty line, while slowly tracing the fabric with her fingers on each side of my hip. My body is wracked with deep heavy breaths, and feeling her press herself against me sends shocks through me. As she runs her soft hands across my belly, she follows them with her mouth. As she traces my bellybutton with her tongue, she takes the top lip of it between her teeth and playfully bit. Her hands moved above her head to my breasts and began to massage through my bra. Automatically, my hands follow hers and clamp down on my breasts as well, trapping her hands beneath mine. She continues to lick and taste my entire torso, giving me chills and raising goose bumps on my skin. She has pressed herself firmly up against me now, her soft breasts grazing my hips as she bends to reach behind me and unfasten my bra. Pulling it from my body, she first massages each breast while looking into my eyes, and then leans forward to take a pink nipple into her mouth. I almost had an orgasm right there. My nipples are so ultra sensitive, and the added sensation of having a woman fondling them was almost too much to bear. I squeal with delight, my hand finds the back of her head, and I look down at her mouth to watch her suckle me. Her hair falls in her face, and I gently brush it back and tuck it behind her ear. I watch as her tongue snakes out and flicks my nipple, one, two, three times. She then covers my entire breast with her mouth, pushing hard against me. Ecstasy, here I come. She pulls back and away from me, the air is cold around my nipples where her warm lips just were. She's moved her hands to my hips and is beginning to pull my panties away from me. I comply, lifting my behind to give her access to pull them down my legs. Removing them from my feet, I am now completely naked, sitting before her in the chair, at her mercy. "Are you nervous?" she asks me. I nod my head in response, unable to speak. "Don't worry sweetie. I'll be gentle," she continues with a playful smirk, one eyebrow lifted on her beautiful face. She kneels in front of me, sitting on her feet, telling me to move closer to the edge of the chair. When I do, she strokes my thighs, just admiring my honey pot. I wait in tortured anticipation of what she'll do, of what it will feel like. She takes her fingers and traces the patch of hair that frames me, down across my quivering lips. I marvel at how just this small touch makes me yearn in a way I never have before. She moves forward and kisses the topmost part of each inner thigh, and then she audibly sniffs at my center. "You smell delicious," she says to me. "Can I have some?" "Yes... please... touch me, taste me, please me... take me..." I reply weakly and shakily. She smiles and brings one hand up to spread my lips apart. With her palm resting on my mound, she spreads her fingers in an upside down "V" and massages my labia with her fingers as she opens me up. With her other hand, she slowly traces my inner folds until she takes one finger and slides it inside of me. Squirming in my chair, I begin to moan uncontrollably. I have released self control and given it all to this beautiful Goddess. She explores me with one finger, then two. My hips begin rocking in rhythm with her gentle stroking, slowly and softly I buck up towards her as she thrusts inside of me. I can feel how wet I am, and my juices are trickling down into the crevasse of my ass. Before I know what's happened, her mouth is on my clit. Shrieking, and bucking, and sucking air through my teeth, my mouth drops open wide and my eyebrows knit together. I open my eyes and look down at her, she is buried in between my legs from the bridge of her nose down to her chin and so simply, she just winks at me. I let my head fall back against the chair, my hands squeezing and pinching my nipples. She removes her fingers from inside of me and replaces them with her tongue. I have not been tongue fucked but by one man before this, and it was absolute heaven. Cora slid her soft warm tongue gently inside of me, wiggling it back and forth, pushing it in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and with more force. Unbelievable fire begins to uncoil itself in my belly, and I know I'm on my way to a mind blowing release. But she isn't done with me yet. Before I realize that one of her hands is not touching me, she brings up something she's taken from her purse beside the chair. I don't know she's done this until I feel something large and erect push inside of me. Snapping my head up from the chair, I look down at what she has in her hand to see that she is sliding a dildo in and out of my wetness. Wow. This woman has a dildo in her purse? Is this a normal recreation for her, to pick up strangers in the woman's restroom? I giggle inwardly at this thought, and then push it out as soon as it entered. She flips the switch, and the rock hard fullness inside of me begins to vibrate. Waves of pleasure are rolling over me, my skin sensitive to the touch, I have to move my hands away from my nipples or I will send myself over the edge. She pushes the vibrator up as far inside of me as it will go, gathers some of my wetness on her finger and begins massaging my puckered asshole. As she does this, she brings her mouth back to my clit and softly runs her tongue back and forth against it. Pushing the breath from her lips, I can feel it when she whispers to me, "I want you to come for me, mama..." Placing her tongue back on my clit and inching her finger slowly inside my anus, she takes the palm of her other hand and begins to rub circles on my abdomen, pushing it against the vibrator inside of me. My heart is beating so hard against my rib cage that I wonder if it will burst from me and fly about the room. With two fingers on one hand being assaulted in between my teeth, two fingers on the other hand begin to pinch my nipple again. When Cora pushes her mouth farther against me and covers my clit with her tongue and then wraps it up with her lips, the fire rages in my belly. "...Oh...migod..." I begin to pant. "That's it mami, let me have it," she coaxes me. "Shit.. I'm gonna... omigod, I'm gonna come!" I say breathlessly. With that, I release against her mouth, her fingers, and the tight contraction of my muscles push the dildo out of me. Gripping the sides of the chair, sweat popped on my brow, my hips buck uncontrollably as fluid gushes out of me, down my ass and onto the chair beneath me. Cora softly strokes my thighs as I gain control of my breathing again. Laying limply in the chair, I can hardly move... she comes up on top of me and kisses my cheeks and chin, then presses her luscious lips against mine. When she snakes her tongue in between my lips, I can taste myself on her mouth. "I want to take you home with me," she says against my ear, pulling a giggle out of me. "You may have to fight my date for that," I say playfully. She leans back so we're face to face, gazes into my eyes and says, "Why don't we all go together?" Raising my eyebrow, I ponder this... what a fantastic idea... To Be Continued...