I looked at the clock. It was twelve o’clock sharp. I had just finished a mountain load of paperwork and finally it was my long anticipated lunch hour. I was so ready for a break from my tiresome job.
I went into the break room and sat down to my usual cup of coffee and sandwich combination. When I finished I looked at my watch and discovered I still had plenty of time to visit the restroom and fix my hair and makeup. I went to my usual bathroom to find that it was out of order, leaving me with only one other option – to walk all the way down the long winding hall to the next to one which I scarcely used.
Opening my handbag and taking out my lipstick, I quickly but deftly reapplied it, returning my fading lips to a delicious dark shade of crimson. I pushed my lips together and pouted into the mirror.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I heard the door click open. My eyes almost hypnotized me, drawing me in again and again. I refused to look away from the little sparks of colour that seemed brighter than usual. There was something in my eyes that even I could not read. I was so lost in myself that I did not notice the tall brunette that had appeared in the mirror until I felt her hands on me, cupping my breasts and caressing them with fervour. I suddenly gasped as her hands continued working my breasts, squeezing softly and then firmly. I watched her reflection as she leaned in and buried her face in my neck, her lips pressed softly against it, kissing and then licking. Her tongue ran up and down my warm flesh, tasting me. I felt my breath quicken as I tilted my neck for her, offering it to her willingly. I now felt like putty in her hands. Whoever she was, I no longer cared. I was lost in the moment, my needs and my hunger taking over me.
I felt her right hand slowly releasing my breasts from her firm grasp on them as she trailed slowly downwards all the way to my legs. Her fingertips were gliding, sliding and brushing against my stockings up and down, giving me goosebumps. I felt her hand moving upwards until it was all the way under my skirt.
I let out a soft moan as I felt her nails lightly grazing my inner thigh. Her fingers slowly worked between my legs until she was stroking me through my damp panties, fingers pushing and prodding at the delicate material until they gave with with a slight tearing sound.
Her fingers found my glistening slit and trailed against it, teasing it apart before thrusting two fingers deep into my burning sex. I let out a long moan and my breath fogged up the mirror slowly as I watched myself being taken from behind. My moans echoed against the walls of the bathroom. My eyes closed as I continued to let her fingers work me.
Like a cheap wanton whore, I did not care how loud I was being or if anyone walked in. All I wanted was to give myself over to a full and pleasurable release. I felt my pussy clench down on her fingers as she curled them and thrust them in and out of me, going harder and deeper with every thrust.
She moved down slowly to her knees behind me, her fingers staying buried inside me the whole time. Her other hand didn’t stop moving to my skirt and then inching it up higher as it clung to me. I felt myself parting my legs for her as she moved her face, which I still hadn’t seen yet, in between them. Her tongue was warm and wet. She pushed it in alongside her fingers. I felt my heart pounding harder and my breathing growing more rapid as her tongue began to thrust. The bathroom was filled with my scent and the sounds of both ecstasy and my gushing pussy as she lapped at it, while her fingers twisted and turned .
“Oh god,” I moaned as her nose rubbed against my swollen clit, making it tingle.
Her tongue dived deeper, sending waves of yet more pleasure over my entire body. My legs were trembling and my hands clutched the sink. I fell forward more, my face pressing up against the glass.
Her tongue suddenly withdrew and gave me a long lick all the way up to my clit. Her lips encircled it and drew it in, suckling on it as her fingers wiggled in and out, massaging my g-spot and nearly sending me toppling off the edge.
“Oh fuck.” I felt her add a third finger to my already tight pussy, stretching it and filling it. Her tongue flicking against my clit teasing it as her mouth worked like a suction.
Finally she spoke, “Cum for me you filthy whore!” That was all it took.
I felt my whole body trembling and shaking, my pussy pulsing against her fingers as she rammed them in deep. My pussy clenched and flooded. I let pleasure overtake me. My juices streamed down my legs wetting my stockings.
Her fingers slowly withdrew from me, leaving me feeling empty and wishing I could have kept them in me forever. She stood up and wiped her hand on my skirt, turned on her heels and walked out, leaving me shaking, soaked and trying to catch my breath. I cleaned myself up and made myself presentable again. When I got back to my desk, I unlocked my computer and checked my email. Waiting there was one new message for me, sender unknown.
The message read, “I do hope you intend to use that bathroom more often from now on.”
