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BOOKING BONNIE.
I have always had this fantasy about sex in the toilets. Not dirty sex,
but exhilarating, naughty sex.
It had to be in pubs or nightclub loos though. Somewhere that is busy,
likely to be cleaner than public toilets, and more chance of being noticed.
So, you can imagine my surprise and delight, when my fantasy became reality.
I had been invited out for a meal with friends. Someone’s birthday
I believe. By the end of the evening, I left with such a smile on my face;
you would be forgiven in to thinking it had been mine. I am sorry to say,
that the poor sod that did have his birthday, was forgotten about. I really
must make it up to him. Anyway, we were a party of six. Three of us were
women … no couples. It’s so easy for people to feel left out
when others are kissing
and cuddling, you are left twiddling your thumbs. Anyway, I was single
at this stage. Too much heartache recently, I just wanted to be on my
own. The only drawback to that was the sex.
God, did I miss the sex! I’d always had a high sex drive and was
unable to go without for that long. A few days was my maximum.
During the meal, my attentions had been drawn to one of the waitresses.
Let me explain, I am bisexual. I was just not actively, or openly bisexual.
I’d had desires for women before, but had never got the chance to
satisfy. This waitress, though, caught my eye in a way I could never explain.
She was cute. About average height (just slightly shorter than me, I stood
at 5ft 10, in my socks), long dark brown hair and beautiful light blue
eyes. Throughout the evening, her services had been directed towards other
tables, but that hadn’t stopped my eyes wandering. I had been looking
vaguely for signs of interest from her. I had no idea if she was even
interested in the same sex. I had certainly made my interest known to
her! I couldn’t believe how forward I had been. Not my usual way
at all. I figured though, that the chances of seeing her again were more
than remote, so what the hell! My eyes followed her moves … everywhere
she went, my eyes went too. Somebody must have noticed, I wasn’t
that subtle, believe me. She had this sort of wiggle
that was beautiful to watch. To me, she swept across the floor. She wasn’t
aware, either, of the effect that she had on people. I noticed a few of
the men, were glancing her way too. A spark of jealousy rose in my breast.
Christ, what was I on? I didn’t know her enough to be jealous. That
emotion was for insecure people, people who were unsure of themselves.
I had never let jealousy interfere in my relationships.
I had far too much of that from my partners. A nasty, destructive emotion.
My thoughts had drifted back to my previous conquests and, without knowing,
my anger had caused me to flush quite attractively across my cheeks. Perhaps,
I would have been less wound up, if I had noticed the sideways glances
of the gorgeous brunette. Feeling the need to visit the ladies, I made
my excuses to my friends, and walked to the toilets.
I was still in a world of my own whilst I entered a cubicle, pulled down
my briefs and sat down to relieve myself. Hearing the door to the toilets
open, I didn’t think too much of it, while I cleaned myself up and
then opened the door to the cubicle. I didn’t get a chance to go
far out of the toilet, before a strong push sent me backwards and the
object of my desire entered. My initial gasp of surprise would soon be
turned into gasps of pleasure at the hands of this temptress… At
this point I was sitting back down on the toilet seat. Spreading her legs,
the waitress sat astride my thighs. Now, I was temptingly close to her
heaving breasts, the one thing that I hadn’t been able to take my
eyes off all evening. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could
smell the scent of her skin and her perfume, both making me heady with
excitement. Placing her lips close to my ears, she purred, “Hi,
my name is Bonnie". Hello”, I stuttered. Not normally this
lost for words! Mind you, I am more of a doer than a talker. Lots of time
was wasted by chattering too much. Her beauty and her sexuality spellbound
me. My lips were close to her cleavage. Taking the initiative, I planted
a small kiss between her breasts. She gave a soft moan in response, so
I continued tracing a path down the centre of the valley. She flung her
head back in pleasure, and then placed her hands on my shoulders to steady
herself. I became bolder in my attentions and moved my hands round her
waist. My tongue tasted her skin where my lips had been before. At that
point, she climbed off my lap and stood propped against the cubicle door.
I saw it as a sign to get down to things deeper, so I took a deep breath
and pushed my body up against hers. Taking her chin with one hand, I brought
my mouth down to cover hers and we kissed deeply and passionately.
I could feel her breathing deepen
as my tongue massaged hers. My whole body
was on fire, my pussy
becoming wetter with each second of her touch. I hadn’t given thought
to what my friends must be thinking, as I had not returned from the ladies.
I was so busy though that I really did not care. We continued to kiss
and my hands traveled down her body to her thighs. Her legs were encased
in black hold ups, feeling soft and velvety against my fingers. I slowly
slid my hand up the inside of her thighs. Our lips had separated now.
I found I needed to use all my concentration on what lay ahead. When my
hand finally found her pussy, I suppose I was half expecting her to not
be wearing briefs. I could feel her juices run on to my fingers. Her clit
already was erect, just waiting for some fulfillment of its own. I did
not stand in its way!
Crouching down, I lifted her skirt further up her thighs, so my tongue
could take delight in her sweet nectar. I was in heaven and no doubt she
was close to it too. This was my first taste of a woman and I was sure
it would not be my last. It was exquisite. I wanted to stay down there
forever, but through my tender lovemaking, her gasps and moans became
louder, signaling the proximity of her
climax. With a long sigh, her thighs and stomach trembling, she exploded
into my mouth, drowning me in her juices. Standing up and still smelling
and tasting of her, I placed my lips against hers in a deep and sensual
kiss. Although my needs had not been fulfilled, I was not disappointed
at all. I had no idea when I had gotten ready to go out, that my evening
would end so pleasurably. Maybe my chance would come.
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