There’s something about sneaking around, playing dirty games out of sight while people mill all around me that drives me crazy. It gives me one hell of a thrill. And I’m all up for a thrill right now.
User 6309 was an easy click on theacceptbutton, and I’m buzzing as a cab drops me at the bustling bus station. Being amongst this number of people isn’t something I would ever have imagined a few months ago. I couldn’t imagine being out in public ever again. Not in a million years, yet here I am. I’m doing it.Sprintingproud, as Josh would say.
I don’t want to lose the momentum.
My nerves are on high alert as I pass a stream of arrivals heading through the building. Seems like they’re from a bus journey down from Birmingham, but nobody so much as gives me a second glance. I guess they’re far too busy with their own lives to be keeping an eye out for a sight ofold newsin Connor’s car crash celebrity life. Great news for me. I only hope he keeps on going with his chain of fuckups. Please, God, I hope he does.
I wait until everyone has left the services corridor before seeking out the toilet block entrance and clickingarrivedon the Agency app. I’m already stepping into the block when the message comes through.
The third cubicle from the end on the right hand side. Leave the door unlocked.
Time to get in position.
It’s a big block of toilets, probably twenty cubicles total. There’s only one woman in here at the moment, washing her hands at the sink as I walk in and scope out the cubicle User6309 is referring to. Like all the others, it’s empty, so I step inside and push the door closed, thankful that it’s relatively clean before I drop my handbag at the side of the toilet. I take my coat off and roll it up and place it on top of my handbag, out of the way as best I can. The cubicle is plenty compact for a public toilet and very caged in. The walls are thin, and there’s a gap under the door. At least six inches.
Passersby will be in such close proximity to our filthy games, there is no doubt it will be exhilarating.
I hear the hand dryer blowing, then when it stops, the woman’s heels on the tile floor as she leaves, followed by the main door closing with a thump.
Even though Victoria coach station is well managed, it’s still a public toilet. It’s a bit grubby, as to be expected, but nothing compared to some of the stinking shitholes I’ve been in. The sanitary bin is not overflowing, and there’s plenty of toilet roll on the holder. There is no graffiti on the back of the door, and the promotional poster is relevant and in date. It’s hardly the Ritz, but this will be a hot little sex den for some naughty playtime.
I can feel the buzz rising now I’m in place and out of view. The tingles are growing along with the cloud of butterflies. I’m ready for action – and bursting for a piss.
I’m wearing a short, flared skirt for easy access, and a stripy black and white crop top that shows off my stomach. I’ve gone for pixie boots again, because they are cute and easy, but I haven’t bothered with stockings this evening. I’m just a goth girl using a public toilet. No big deal to any outsiders.
I pull down my lacy black panties and take a seat, daring to tease my clit before my client arrives.
My bladder is full to bursting. I glugged yet another pint of water before I left for this place and I can feel it now, ready to blow. I’m going to be peeing like a fucking racehorse as soon as my client arrives and gives me the nod.
My slit is slick, and my clit is tender, just right for playtime. I’m breathing hard, desperate with the need to both piss and come when I hear something… footsteps?
I hold my breath and listen hard, my heart racing. But there’s only silence. I think I must have been hearing things and my fingers return to my clit when the door bursts open and a man in a long, black coat steps inside.
Fuck, how I jump.
I stare up at him as he locks the cubicle door and turns to face me. He has glasses on, and jeans under his coat, and is nothing of note. Just a regular guy with some stubble who nods in approval when he sees me. He takes off his coat, stuffing it down at the other side of the toilet to mine, by the sanitary bin. His close proximity gives me goosebumps.
Damn, it really is cramped in here now there are two of us, but that only adds to the thrill. I lean back against the toilet cistern and spread my thighs so he can get a clear view of my pussy as he stares down. But that’s not enough for him. He drops to his knees and takes hold of my knees, spreading them even wider. My panties are stretched around my ankles, so the feeling of filthiness notches up a level. I’m frog legged as he stares at me.
I’m well and truly ready to take a piss, but he holds up a finger and shakes his head.
What?
I’m splayed and ready to burst with a stream of piss, already close to the edge of no return, but I heed his command. He’s the one in charge here.
My full bladder only adds to the throb in my pussy.
The seconds feel like hours as I clench to control myself. He silently raises my crop top to reveal my heaving tits in my black lace bra. I tilt my head as he plays with my nipples through the fabric, because it sparks my clit even more. Teasing bastard. Fuck it, it’s a strain to keep my control, and I suspect he knows it.
He’s no stranger to this game.
I almost jump out of my skin when a trample of feet head into the toilet block. Within seconds, the place is full of chatter and footsteps and cubicle doors being closed and locked around me. One woman is so close in the cubicle next door, that I can hear her piss and clear her throat, rummaging around in her handbag. If only she knew what was happening in here. Jesus Christ.
I’m busy listening to her when my client finally gives me the nod. It takes me by surprise as he grips my knees and stares at my pussy, ready for action, and even though I’m ready to burst, it takes some time for my body to deliver.
That’s the thing about the forbidden. It goes so beautifully against the grain.
I only manage to squirt a tiny jet of piss before the flow starts up, and I have to push down to get myself in gear, but once it flows, it fucking flows. It’s loud as it splashes into the water in the toilet bowl, and I remember User 6309’s proposal as he swallows, admiring the show.
