Mobile versionI’ll tell you my story. I once worked in a creative club, where one day about 10 choir soloists were rehearsing. Well, the girls there are from 19 to 45 years old. Some are nice, some are simpler. I was also about 40 at that time.
And in general, I wanted to go to the toilet "in a small way". Just the rehearsal and the women’s toilet were on the third floor. And the men’s toilet is on the first floor.
I was too lazy to go down to the first floor and due to the fact that by the evening there was no one except the soloists, I decided to quickly drop into the end of the corridor into the women’s toilet. I thought. I’ll do my job while they’re singing there and just as quickly wash away. All business.
Well, in general, that’s what I did. Quickly. Wipe with a napkin. I washed off the water. Covered it with a toilet seat. I was about to leave the stall.
And then I heard the clicking of heels approaching the toilet. The door opened, and I barely had time to slip back into the stall, close it and climb with my feet onto the toilet. I shrank all over, I couldn’t breathe, blushing and turning pale.
This “someone in heels” walked into the next booth. It closed and began to purr. And I washed off the water.
And I can barely breathe. Still, I found myself in an awkward situation. And waited for her to finally come out of the toilet. I scolded myself. The only time I dropped into the women’s restroom and immediately got angry!
But the lady did not come out murmuring. She apparently took something out of the bag, clicked the lid or cap, and rustled the paper. And silence came. The silence was voiced by more noisy female breathing, interspersed with thinning moaning. Not such a loud moan, more like exhalations with subtle intonations, which were more rhythmically and harshly repeated, added with barely audible slaps or the sounds of squelching wet skin.
More and more intense and then a short strong sigh - a groan. And then more prolonged whining and then easier breathing. There was a barely audible exclamation of enthusiasm: “Oh, whore.” And it seemed to me that she even cursed joyfully, or something. Then the neighbor apparently got up, rustled with napkins or paper, clicked her purse, got dressed and flushed again in a rush.
She came out, fiddled around at the sink, then tsked away from the toilet.
I am neither alive nor dead , at the same time afraid of catching fire, he quickly looked into the corridor - no one. He immediately jumped out of the toilet and sideways along the corridor onto the stairs and for some reason mechanically went down to the second floor.
And then he returned to his place of work.
There were also 10 ladies. And one of They were just masturbating in the toilet. And I was an audible witness to an unexpectedly racy incident.
But which of them?
Which of these ladies apparently wants sex so much that they masturbate in the toilet?
Considering that I was divorced . And I haven’t had a girlfriend for about 2 months. I would really like to solve this mystery. Was it a young 19-year-old girl, a positive 25-year-old or a mature milf of about 40?
This question still torments me.
I have already thought about all sorts of scenarios, what I would have done if I had been more quick and relaxed .
Maybe we should have just climbed into her booth and mastered her there!
But as usual, we are building scenarios after, when the game was already over.
After the concert they left.
But the secret remained.
By the way.
One of the girls in this group knows about this event .
