The smell of urinals, sex in a man's toilet
What I am about to write, actually happened to me. Whether you accept it as a truism is neither here nor there, but in that moment, something changed in me forever, so profoundly, I still regard it as one of the best of many encounters in my short sexual experience.
It was a late Saturday outing and we were in town, shopping. We had just left a cafe and were making our way to our next point of interest when I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to pee, coffee or Coke Cola, were suddenly playing havoc with my bladder, and I said I needed to go, and thankfully there was a public convenience close by, aptly named, "The Crystal Palace", and when we arrived, to my horror, the "Ladies", section was closed, for maintenance, with a sign directing us to next nearest, fifteen minutes from where we stood. I was not going to last that long.
My girlfriend sensing my desperation went over to a group of men standing outside the "Gents", section and spoke with them, one left and went inside and came back out and waved for me to go in and use it.
I arrived, feeling embarrassed, but the rest of the men basically ignored me, and the one who had gone inside said, "It's empty love, go in and we will keep it safe for you".
I thanked him and cast a glance at my friend, as I rushed inside, my heart in my mouth, as if entering a forbidden place for a girl, a place that had so many secrets for men. there were a row of cubicles I made for, the noise and smell of the place was so of men, the urinals with the gushing and constant flow of water and the yellow colour of the scented blocks the filled the air.
I closed the door of the cubical I went into and thankfully there was a snib, and within seconds, my panties were down and bared ass on the seat and I was pissing like a mare, thankfully, my pissing was drowned out by the noise from the urinals.
With the pressure off my bladder I relaxed and marvelled at my surrounding, as I gazed at the walls and saw what men wrote and thought about women. It was like reading a diary of a sex maniac, and the graffiti left nothing to the imagination, the dick drawings and crude attempt of a pussy, made me smile and then I realised that men wanked themselves in here, possibly looking at these very drawing, and for some inexplicable reason, I took a pen and scribbled my name, and "Looking for a fuck", which excited me sexually, and then, suddenly, there was a cacophony of loud voices and laughter, and I thought it was the men outside, but quickly realised it was other men, and then to my horror someone tried my door, and thankfully walked away, only to take the cubical on my left, lk in and close his door.
I sat still, frozen and scared to move. Suddenly the toilet was busy, the sounds of men's voices filling and echoing off the walls. I lent forward to put my elbows on my knees, and in doing so, something caught the peripheral vision of my left eye, there was a hole in the partition wall separating our cubicles, behind the toilet roll, and I could see his bared thighs, as he sat on the toilet bowl.
I swallowed hard, my mouth was dry with fear, and my throat was tight. I was scared, and enthralled at the same time, this was something most girls never got to see, or experience ever, and what attention I could attract retelling this at school. So I lent a little bit more, following his thighs to where I wanted to look and when I got there, I saw him wanking.
"Oh my Fucking Christ", I thought, the holy grail of any schoolgirls wildest dreams, seeing an actual wank, and possibly him shooting his load.
I was distracted momentarily by another noise outside my door, but it passed as the two men broke into a laughter, but to my horror, the man in the next cubical, now was making it personal, he was looking through the hole at me, he knew I was a girl and his hand was under the partition, and his fingers indicating he wanted me.
As I sat pondering my escape, pull my knickers up and run for it, he suddenly did the unthinkable, he was pushing his cock into the hole, and I could hear his whispering directed to me, "Suck it baby".
Now he was through hole it had hit the toilet roll and now stood uptight against it, bending ninety degrees, which to my looked painfully tight, but it did move up an down as if he was fucking the hole and enjoying the friction against the soft paper roll.
I was mesmerized at both his size and thickness, and the little bead of clear liquid which people called pre-cum, on top of the fiery red head of his dick, "Lick it baby, lick it baby", he incessantly moaned through the partition, until, I leaned in, opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out, and lapped it from the top of the toilet roll to the bead of precum which evaporated onto my tongue and gave me first salty taste of man's semen.
I could hear his soft groan as I pressed my open mouth against his member, it felt nice and warm firm and soft, very tactile, and as I got into it, I was taking him into my mouth and eagerly blowing him, my open hands on the wooden wall that separated us, itching t feel his balls as I liked and sucked him.
There were men still outside the door, talking and laughing, unawares of the sex act going on between a fifteen year old schoolgirl and man, that thought frightened and thrilled me equally, what if they found out and broke down my door to grab me?
Then the inevitable happened, the toilet roll broke free from the holder, and suddenly his cock was free to be pleasured in whatever way I wanted, even for myself, and I stood up and pressed my pussy against it, pulling it through my labia and crushing it against my clitoris, I felt myself cumming and unable to control myself, until I turned and felt him against my backside, and then slide inside my cunt, we were fucking and I had to bite my lower lip when I started cumming, drawing blood as I ground myself against the wooden partition, thankfully I never got a skelf in my schoolgirl ass.
I fell off his dick after my orgasm, turned and grabbed hold of him and put my mouth over him and it quickly filled with his cum. I pulled my knickers up and fled the cubical, to thankfully find the toilet empty and my girlfriend standing chatting to a guy across the street, one of the original bunch, initially there.
We laughed at my predicament as all the men came and went, they were men pouring from the pub and going to the football, so they knew I was trapped, but never guessed I had just fucked a guy in public, in a men's toilet, my god, filling and ticking so many fanciful boxes on a girls masturbatory to do lists.
I watched as my seducer and fucker walked out and looked across at us, did he suspect I was the girl with the taste of his um in my mouth, I don't know, but like for me, it was just a chance encounter for two people to swap semen, and even at fifteen, I was on my way to being able to enjoy liberated sex, whenever the opportunity arose, I knew that being fucked like that, was way better than fingering myself.
It was not the last time I had sex in a man's toilet.
It was a late Saturday outing and we were in town, shopping. We had just left a cafe and were making our way to our next point of interest when I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to pee, coffee or Coke Cola, were suddenly playing havoc with my bladder, and I said I needed to go, and thankfully there was a public convenience close by, aptly named, "The Crystal Palace", and when we arrived, to my horror, the "Ladies", section was closed, for maintenance, with a sign directing us to next nearest, fifteen minutes from where we stood. I was not going to last that long.
My girlfriend sensing my desperation went over to a group of men standing outside the "Gents", section and spoke with them, one left and went inside and came back out and waved for me to go in and use it.
I arrived, feeling embarrassed, but the rest of the men basically ignored me, and the one who had gone inside said, "It's empty love, go in and we will keep it safe for you".
I thanked him and cast a glance at my friend, as I rushed inside, my heart in my mouth, as if entering a forbidden place for a girl, a place that had so many secrets for men. there were a row of cubicles I made for, the noise and smell of the place was so of men, the urinals with the gushing and constant flow of water and the yellow colour of the scented blocks the filled the air.
I closed the door of the cubical I went into and thankfully there was a snib, and within seconds, my panties were down and bared ass on the seat and I was pissing like a mare, thankfully, my pissing was drowned out by the noise from the urinals.
With the pressure off my bladder I relaxed and marvelled at my surrounding, as I gazed at the walls and saw what men wrote and thought about women. It was like reading a diary of a sex maniac, and the graffiti left nothing to the imagination, the dick drawings and crude attempt of a pussy, made me smile and then I realised that men wanked themselves in here, possibly looking at these very drawing, and for some inexplicable reason, I took a pen and scribbled my name, and "Looking for a fuck", which excited me sexually, and then, suddenly, there was a cacophony of loud voices and laughter, and I thought it was the men outside, but quickly realised it was other men, and then to my horror someone tried my door, and thankfully walked away, only to take the cubical on my left, lk in and close his door.
I sat still, frozen and scared to move. Suddenly the toilet was busy, the sounds of men's voices filling and echoing off the walls. I lent forward to put my elbows on my knees, and in doing so, something caught the peripheral vision of my left eye, there was a hole in the partition wall separating our cubicles, behind the toilet roll, and I could see his bared thighs, as he sat on the toilet bowl.
I swallowed hard, my mouth was dry with fear, and my throat was tight. I was scared, and enthralled at the same time, this was something most girls never got to see, or experience ever, and what attention I could attract retelling this at school. So I lent a little bit more, following his thighs to where I wanted to look and when I got there, I saw him wanking.
"Oh my Fucking Christ", I thought, the holy grail of any schoolgirls wildest dreams, seeing an actual wank, and possibly him shooting his load.
I was distracted momentarily by another noise outside my door, but it passed as the two men broke into a laughter, but to my horror, the man in the next cubical, now was making it personal, he was looking through the hole at me, he knew I was a girl and his hand was under the partition, and his fingers indicating he wanted me.
As I sat pondering my escape, pull my knickers up and run for it, he suddenly did the unthinkable, he was pushing his cock into the hole, and I could hear his whispering directed to me, "Suck it baby".
Now he was through hole it had hit the toilet roll and now stood uptight against it, bending ninety degrees, which to my looked painfully tight, but it did move up an down as if he was fucking the hole and enjoying the friction against the soft paper roll.
I was mesmerized at both his size and thickness, and the little bead of clear liquid which people called pre-cum, on top of the fiery red head of his dick, "Lick it baby, lick it baby", he incessantly moaned through the partition, until, I leaned in, opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out, and lapped it from the top of the toilet roll to the bead of precum which evaporated onto my tongue and gave me first salty taste of man's semen.
I could hear his soft groan as I pressed my open mouth against his member, it felt nice and warm firm and soft, very tactile, and as I got into it, I was taking him into my mouth and eagerly blowing him, my open hands on the wooden wall that separated us, itching t feel his balls as I liked and sucked him.
There were men still outside the door, talking and laughing, unawares of the sex act going on between a fifteen year old schoolgirl and man, that thought frightened and thrilled me equally, what if they found out and broke down my door to grab me?
Then the inevitable happened, the toilet roll broke free from the holder, and suddenly his cock was free to be pleasured in whatever way I wanted, even for myself, and I stood up and pressed my pussy against it, pulling it through my labia and crushing it against my clitoris, I felt myself cumming and unable to control myself, until I turned and felt him against my backside, and then slide inside my cunt, we were fucking and I had to bite my lower lip when I started cumming, drawing blood as I ground myself against the wooden partition, thankfully I never got a skelf in my schoolgirl ass.
I fell off his dick after my orgasm, turned and grabbed hold of him and put my mouth over him and it quickly filled with his cum. I pulled my knickers up and fled the cubical, to thankfully find the toilet empty and my girlfriend standing chatting to a guy across the street, one of the original bunch, initially there.
We laughed at my predicament as all the men came and went, they were men pouring from the pub and going to the football, so they knew I was trapped, but never guessed I had just fucked a guy in public, in a men's toilet, my god, filling and ticking so many fanciful boxes on a girls masturbatory to do lists.
I watched as my seducer and fucker walked out and looked across at us, did he suspect I was the girl with the taste of his um in my mouth, I don't know, but like for me, it was just a chance encounter for two people to swap semen, and even at fifteen, I was on my way to being able to enjoy liberated sex, whenever the opportunity arose, I knew that being fucked like that, was way better than fingering myself.
It was not the last time I had sex in a man's toilet.
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