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I see her hand slip further down as her first two fingers disappear inside. She begins to moan, soft at first, then louder, recklessly. I kiss her mouth as she fingers her wet hot cunt and she bites my hard on the lower lip. I grab her ass and pull her close, my fingers squeezing into her toned full ass cheeks. I want to feel her finger-fucking herself, and I want to feel it close. I’m staring so intently I forget we are still standing in a stall in the women’s bathroom. With a creak the bathroom door opens and the unmistakable sound of high heels on tile floor gets closer and closer. As she gets closer to our stall I hear her footsteps slow down.
"Shit," I think "we are totally busted."
The footsteps stop and I begin to notice a familiar scent. Perfume. One of our coworkers, Karen, wears a very distinctive, intoxicating scent. Karen is about 5’6", short straight blonde hair, icy blue eyes. Her long, strong legs lead up to her ample, child-bearing hips (usually with a tight pair of jeans stretched across them), a trim waist, and firm 34B breasts. Karen is 45 years old, married, with two kids, but she exudes the sexual energy of a twenty-something. At company parties she goes shot-for-shot with our recent grad hires and puts most of them to shame.
Danielle’s fingers are still inside her pussy, but she has stopped moving. Our breathing is shallow and quick; both of us trying to be quiet and avoid detection. Of course, it really is too late for that. We hear Karen turn on her heel and open the door to the stall next to ours. With a zip, we hear Karen unbutton her jeans, then we hear her peeling them off her hips and down to the ground around her high heels.
"Maybe she’s just going to pretend she didn’t see or hear anything.." I wonder to myself.
We hear Karen start peeing, the sound of her urine splashing against the inside of the bowl as Danielle and I both hover tightly together listening. After about 30 seconds we hear just a tinkle instead of a full stream, and we wait. Rather than hearing Karen wipe herself though, she is staying on the toilet. Our hearts are practically beating through our chests at this point from keeping our breathing shallow. After another minute we hear Karen sigh and see one of her feet shift in the stall.
"She can’t be…" I think to myself.
Another minute goes by and I can faintly hear the unmistakable wet sound of Karen’s fingers massaging the folds of her pussy. She moans louder, more boldly, and Danielle seems to take it as a sign that we can continue. She pulls her fingers out of her own pussy and raises them to my mouth. I suck on them loudly, hungrily extracting all of Danielle’s sweet pussy juices off of them. She removes her wet fingers, covered with my saliva and moans as she slips them back inside, beginning to reach deep inside her. At this point with two sexy women masturbating right near me, I am back at full erection. I release Danielle’s ass and she sits back down on the toilet, leaning back and spreading her legs wide open so I can see every glorious detail of her pussy. I push my pants further down and begin to stroke my cock right in front of her. We stare at each other, both incredibly excited at this meeting place and with a new friend next door.
Karen can hear us both now, openly groaning and moaning with intense pleasure. Danielle positively fucking herself, spread wide open and wet. I’m getting precum dripping down my shaft as I pump it faster staring at this sexy woman in front of me. Karen begins to moan louder, matching our volume and excitement level.
As I’m looking down at Danielle, I see off to the side Karen’s right hand under the stall divider, reaching out, palm up. Danielle takes her left hand and slips it into Karen’s. Hand locked together they start fingering themselves at the same rhythm. I grunt a bit, struggling to hold in my excitement. Danielle notices this and looks up at me. She briefly takes her fingers out of her pussy and pulls down her top, exposing her black lace see-through bra. My mouth hangs open as my eyes scan the intricate pattern on the fabric, eager to discern the outline of her pale areolas. Karen is moaning loudly now, the sound of an impending orgasm. She kicks off her heels, one of which slides under the divider into our stall. The long moan gaining in intensity and pitch as we hear her pound the wall of the stall. The next sound we hear is of a couple of bursts of fluid, some of it hitting the toilet but not all. After about 30 seconds, Danielle and I still furiously rubbing ourselves, I see what looks like a postcard drop on the floor between our stalls. Danielle picks it up with her free hand and smirks before looking up into my eyes. She slowly turns the card over and reveals it as one of her birthday invitations, now soaked with Karen’s cum.
"Oh god," I moan, so excited at the thought of Karen’s cum on one of Danielle’s "special" party invites. Danielle turns the invite back over and brings it to her face, pressing her nose to it and then her tongue. She closes her eyes in pleasure at the smell of Karen’s juices on the tip of her adorable button nose and the taste of them on her sweet tongue. Danielle locks eyes with me and as she does an orgasm rushes through me. Without time to prepare, my cock begins pulsing, shooting jets of cum towards Danielle. Spurt after spurt, one hitting Danielle’s blouse, near the shoulder. Another hits her cheek and she smiles as it drips down to her chin. The last full burst hitting her chest and her black lacy bra. At that, Danielle closes her eyes and focuses on herself. Fingers curved over her beautiful mound, two fingers parting her pink inner lips, easily sliding into her. Faster and faster, she plunges her flingers, soaking wet into that perfect tight vagina.
"Mmmm Matthew…" she sighs, thighs clenching around her hand, the orgasm coursing through her body. She holds her body position, clenched up in pleasure. Soft whimpers of submission to the pleasure surging through her mind follow each breath. Finally she relaxes her thighs, feet return to the cold tile of the bathroom floor, a slight smile of exhausted satisfaction on her lips as she slowly opens her eyes to meet mine. I’m positively beaming at the sight of this radiant woman before me. A sex party invitation covered with another woman’s cum in her right hand, her freckled chest flush with excitement and traces of my cum shining in the overhead light, her left hand draped over her strong petite thigh, fingers covered in her own divine juices.
We hear Karen stand and pull up her jeans, flush the toilet, and leave the stall. Danielle reaches her cum-covered left hand out to mine and I help her up. She bends down to pull up her navy blue slacks and underwear, soaked with cum from my first orgasm. She looks up at me for a kiss, my head leans down to hers and as I lean closer she takes her fingers and spreads her cum on my lips before kissing me hard and loud. She exhales deeply and zips her pants, brushing by, and as she opens the stall door I watch her perky sweet ass saunter away from me. Still stunned as she leaves the bathroom and I’m left with my thoughts, it suddenly occurs to me that I’m standing half naked, cock out in the women’s bathroom. I rush to cover myself and flush the toilet before exiting the bathroom last. As I walk to my car at the end of the day, I remember Danielle’s worn panties are waiting for me on the passenger seat and I smile.
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