Ladies' Toilet Quickie

This happened around about ten years ago, while I was working in a very busy department of a local government office, where I'd been for a number of years.

Clare had only joined the department a few months before, and to be honest initially I didn't pay too much attention. Don't get me wrong, she was a very good looking woman, almost as tall as me at around 5'10, slim-ish but curvy and with a lovely narrow waist to offset a nice breast area. She had a pretty face too, long light brown hair, a cute upturned nose, and deep blue eyes you could stare at all day.

All said though, times were busy and with her being about fifteen years younger than me, I suppose I placed her out of my league and therefore out of my mind in any sexual way.  We talked and would often share a joke, as her sense of humour was quite wicked.  

I guess you'd say we got on well, in a friendly colleague kind of way, but nothing more than that.  

Oh, how things changed!  

On this particular night, after a long week, most the department went out after work for a bit of a do.  Nothing special, just a few drinks at one of the local pubs.

A few of the girls, including Clare were a little late getting to the bar, as they had gone to change from work clothes into something more casual.  Clare definitely caught a few eyes on entering, now in a figure-hugging electric blue top and well-fitting black jeans with blue heels, showing that perfect female form off to its best.  She'd also adorned each ear with a half dozen small silver rings, along with another in the middle of her lower lip.

She looked good, really good, as she sat herself across the table from me and smiled. During the evening we had the odd glance at each other, and maybe a little flirting. You know the kind of thing, a knowing look, a little innuendo, just banter really, though almost daring each other to go that little bit further. 

There was even a little footsie after she 'accidentally' brushed her bared foot against my shin three or four times while looking me straight in the eye and smiling.

Later, as the evening progressed, people left, moved around, went to the loo or for a smoke and we eventually ended up sitting next to each other. We were both involved in different conversations, but would occasionally interject in each other's and seemed to be on much the same wavelength. The flirting got bolder then and we began touching each other, not really sexually at first, just a light brush of the back of a hand against a thigh, a lingering touch of a finger against the small of the back as one of us would lean forward for a drink. Close to sexual I suppose, but not really close.

We continued our separate conversations, not once actually acknowledging each other's touch, though I think we were both more than aware of what we were doing.

As it got later, the boldness of alcohol started to take a step forward and we got a little braver, not just a touch on a thigh but a hand rested there, fingers lightly dancing. People were leaving now, one after the other, until it was only the two of us and a couple of unaware die-hards cuddling glasses.

I said something like, "I'll have to go soon, or the last train will leave and I'll be stuck."

"A shame," she said.

And I said, "Yeah, an opportunity missed."

She joked, "We could always have a quickie in the toilets!"

We laughed together, sharing the joke, but there was a look in her eye, a dare. 'Try me,' that look said.

I glanced around and realised we were completely unnoticed.  I stood and took her hand, pulling her with me. She laughed, a giggle, and I laughed with her. Pretending I was joking then, and pulling her to me in a mock lover's embrace. But we looked at each other, and both knew the joke was lame.

She kissed me, not much more than a peck to the corner of my mouth, then again, longer, two maybe three seconds. Just long enough for me to feel the softness of her mouth and a quick dart of the tip of her moist tongue.

A quick look at our bar companions ensured our safety. Hand in hand, with some urgency we passed through the doors into the ladies' toilets, sealing our fate.

There were five or six stalls all with doors wide showing them to be empty. We moved quickly to the far end stall, pulling each other over that small threshold and slamming the door close behind us.

We kissed then properly for the first time, mouths open, tongues exploring, tasting. We were pressing tight together, hands exploring each other. I cupped her ass, squeezing and kneading it through her jeans, pulling her to me so she could feel my hardness growing. She pushed into me, grinding against me.

I lifted her blouse to expose her firm, flat belly, then over her tits, kissing the soft white skin above her bra and the softness of her neck, drawing a moan of pleasure. I quickly opened her bra and drew a hard nipple to my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

Her hands were under my shirt, pulling at my clothes, touching my warm skin, opening my belt to reach inside. I moved my own hands down and we were racing to be the first to reach their prize.

My fingers dipped under the flimsy material of panties, just as I felt the tips of her fingers slip in against my cock, squeezing my hard shaft. I cupped my own hand over her pussy, covering her heat as my two middle fingers found the moistness between her lips and slid into her slick nectar.

As she began to stroke my length, I slid my fingers deeper into her, causing her to gasp. She felt like warm silk as I slowly fingered deep inside her wet pussy.  My palm was pushed against her mound and I could feel that she had another piercing there.

I looked down intrigued and saw that she had a small silver bar through the hood of her clit. She smiled wide and joked, "You'll have to take care you don't break your teeth on my jewelry."

Accepting the challenge I squatted, pulling her jeans down with me and she pushed her hips forward to meet me. I could smell the deep, heady aroma of her arousal as I pressed my face against the black lace of her panties, breathing her in, before pulling the material aside enough to reach beyond with my tongue.  I tasted her sweet sweet nectar for the first time, pushing my tongue into her as far as I could, then licking upwards between her labia to touch her clit, flicking at the tiny silver bar with my tongue.  She let out a soft sighing sound and pressed the back of my head, forcing my mouth on to her pussy as she suddenly came, her legs shaking.

I stood up then, and we kissed again, deep, so she could taste herself on my lips. "Fuck me!" she whispered, and who was I to argue?

She turned away from me, bending over, and placed her hands flat against the door, arching her back to expose herself fully to me. Her pussy was plump and red with her arousal, juices glistening between her parted lips.  Her tight little puckered hole throbbing slightly above it.

Holding my cock I slide the tip between her puffy lips, using her sweet juice and making it slick. She wiggled her hips, beckoning me, and I pushed forward, sliding slowly into her, feeling the slight resistance of her tight pussy as she opened up for me. She pushed back quickly then, and I was suddenly in as far as I could go, my trimmed pubes against her arse.

I pulled my cock back, so just the tip was still between her folds, and then thrust forward again, hard and deep making her cry out. Then again, and again, building my rhythm and making her gasp with each deep thrust.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their firmness and her large hard nipples, pinching them as I continued to piston my cock in and out of her tight hot cunt.

She moved one hand from the wall, reaching down between her legs and I felt the tips of her fingers brush against my shaft as she played with her pussy, circling her clit, then onto her lips next to my cock, so her fingers rubbed either side of my shaft as I thrust.

She was panting and moaning, and pushing back against me so I would bury my cock as deep as possible.

Her head hung down then, and her fingers moved in quick tight circles over her clit as I continued to squeeze her tits, tweaking her nipples, whilst fucking her as hard as I could.

I could feel that familiar tingling building and I knew I wasn't far off. I  told her I was going to cum and she almost shouted, "Don't stop, just fuck me!"

I grabbed her hips tight, pulling her on to me as I thrust harder and faster into her.

I could feel my balls tightening and forced myself to hold back as Clare moaned that she was cumming, almost screaming it out as her breath came in panted yelps.

Now I let my own orgasm go, thrusting as deep into her as I could go and I felt my cock jump as I ejaculated. Her fingers wrapped around my balls and she pulled down on them as I emptied myself into her pulsing tunnel, causing me to cry out with her in pleasure and relief.

As I loosened my grip on her hips and started to withdraw from her, she grabbed my hand and lifted her head begging me, "Stay in me for a bit longer."

I slowly slid my cock back into her and spread my hand on her smooth belly, holding her back against me, running my fingers down so I could cup her mound. She purred like the cat that had definitely got the cream and in a soft lazy voice said, "Mmmm that was nice, let's do that again sometime."

I agreed, pulling her back enough that I could kiss her neck, cupping one of her breasts, before gently sliding my now semi-hard cock from her sopping wet pussy.

She turned around and sat on the toilet, leaning forward to catch a small string of cum hanging from the end of my cock, running her tongue under the ridge, before taking the head into her mouth, making me jump and her giggle.

As I straightened up to redress myself, Clare let go a stream of warm pee into the toilet. She smiled up at me and opened her legs wide, spreading her pussy with her fingertips so I could watch her pissing. "Well," she said, "I look forward to next time baby, we'll have some real fun!"

I'll tell you all about the next time, some time.  It most definitely was 'Real Fun'.