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Public Bathroom Fantasy
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Public Bathroom Fantasy This is a scene about a woman who fantasizes about public sex and exhibitionism but doesn't know if she can really do it. It takes a little push... “Right now” His confidence bewitched you. Under the restaurant table he slid his hand onto your knee. Slowly, he began walking his fingers one by one up your thigh. Your flesh tingled with goosebumps but all you could do was stare into eyes that now seemed possessed with an erotic madness you had never seen before. Your heart raced. “Here?” You nervously scanned the room. A couple spoke quietly at a nearby table. In the corner booth two parents were trying their best to keep their young under control. “Now--ow?” Your breath left your mouth as his hand slipped inside your thigh. He nodded slowly and stared over your shoulder. You followed his eyes. “Restroom for Customers Only” You didn’t remember standing up and as you moved towards the bathroom you couldn’t help but smile and think. “So this is what it means to be swept off your feet.” Your heart was now pounding so hard that you feared the family in the corner may hear it as you walked by. With eyes locked ahead you strode straight into the women’s restroom. You swung the door open and before it could close he had spun you around into his arms. There was no time for subtly. Only passion. You reached into his pants and felt his hard cock swelling but before you could pull it out you were moving into a stall. The scenery flooded back. There you were, in a women’s public bathroom scrambling to get into the other’s pants. For a moment you felt a shock of doubt that they may not be alone! As he unbuckled his pants you squatted down to check the stalls. But before you could get down past his waist he caught your chin and you were staring down the barrel of his cock. He brought your chin closer until you gave in. You engulfed his cock in your mouth. His breath became heavier as your lips worked back and forth, inching closer and closer to his body. You wanted it all in your mouth. As you stuffed the last inch in you looked up at him with naughty eyes. Suddenly the door creaked open. Your eyes turned from naughty to panicked as you froze with his cock stuffed deep in your mouth. You brought a finger up to your lips, wrapped fully around him, and tried to speak with your eyes “Don’t make a fucking sound!” They shouted. In the back of your mind a doubt began to grow. Maybe you weren’t ready for this. You heard heels walk to the sink and the hiss of the water as it poured out the spout. A dozen seconds felt like a minute. “Mmphh” It burst out of his lips on accident. The sensation was getting too much to bear. The woman paused and you heard her turn towards you. Your thoughts turned manic. Can she see us? You didn’t want to know. You just held your breath. Finally, she exited and you were alone again. You pulled your mouth off his cock. The two of you gasped for air. But in that moment you realized: you’ve never been that thrilled before. The excitement of it all turned you on. Your blood was pounding in your veins. To his surprise you stood up, turned around, and lifted up your skirt. “Fuck me.” You spat it out. He paused for only a second. Then, he pulled your panties to the side and guided his cock into your wet pussy. The pressure of just the tip felt amazing. The rest made you want to melt. You leaned forward to steady yourself with a hand on the door. But instead of meeting a solid surface your hand just pushed into nothingness. You would have collapsed to the ground had he not been gripping your hips as he thrusted. In all your rush to the stall you forgot to lock the door! Now you could only watch as it slowly drifted away. But as the door opened wider, you could start to see the mirror. You caught your reflection and couldn’t look away. He was fucking you hard. Your breasts, halfway out of your bra, rippled with every impact. You reached with your free hand to let them out. Soon they were flying back and forth while he pulled your hair. He leaned forward and whispered to you. “You like being fucked in public don’t you?” You replied in moans “Mmmm.” He sped up. You started to push your hips back into him as he thrusted. “Fuck yea I do!” It wasn’t a whisper. You listened as your voice echoed through the room. It sounded like<b> lyrics </font></b>over the beat of heavy breathing and the slapping of his balls against you. The beat suddenly stopped. You thought he was going to cum, but when you looked back he was sitting down on the toilet seat, beckoning you to him. You rode him wildly, watching yourself in the mirror. As your head bobbled up and down your hair seemed to be lost in the air. Your breasts couldn’t keep up either. They flew around in chaos, pulled along by a body that cared nothing about gravity—only pleasure. And it was building. The bathroom was filled with your moans when you started to grind your teeth and mutter. “Fuck yea.” He grabbed your waist and held it still. In rapid shots of ecstasy he began pounding into you. He reached around and rubbed your clit with his finger. “Fuck yea!” You shouted. But as the echo of your shout faded you could hear voices outside the restroom. They became louder as they approached. But you were right on the verge. His fingers rubbed your clit in a frenzy. His cock was beating into you. It was too much. Your muscles tightened and you closed your eyes as the wave hit. “YES! YES! YES!” You yelled without any inhibitions. Your body quivered in delight. He kept pumping into you. You opened your dizzy eyes to the site of two women staring at you in the mirror. You stared back. You knew what you wanted. Never in your life were you surer of anything. A sloppy smile spread across your lips. You closed your eyes and just kept fucking. |
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