In the follow up to ‘Impromtu Fun’, I will continue with the subsequent encounters following on from my first time in the public toilets.
I mentioned in my previous post that I had been joined in my cubicle by two men. The first, named Mark, was by far the most gentle and respectful, who liked to kiss which made the whole experience more sensual. After he gave me his number, I left it a couple of days before sending him a message. I’d taken my time to think about whether I should hold back before making contact. Anyway, after two days, I couldn’t wait any longer and sent him a message saying the following:
‘Hi Mark, I can’t stop thinking about our encounter and whether there will be an opportunity to meet again and carry on where we left off. If it was a one off, it’s one I’ll remember for a long time, but if you fancy meeting again, just let me know, Joanna CD x’.
I sent the message and immediately felt regret as I was sure that he’d have had his fun with me and gilt or remorse would stop him looking for planned fun with the same person again, I thought he’d be more the kind of guy that would just look for it spontaneously when the urge is overwhelming. Anyway, I’d sent the message and tried to put it to the back of my mind.
A couple of days later, I decided to revisit the toilet block. I showered, shaved my intimate parts, douched, lubed my ass and slipped in my chrome butt plug, then dressed in black hold ups, black lace thong and a matching black lace bra. As I was going to be wearing a coat, I put on a black figure hugging bodycon dress with it scrunched up above the waist of my jeans, so it wouldn’t be seen before I got to the toilets. In my backpack, I put in my black stilettos with 4” heels along with condoms, lube and wipes (I’d wished I had them the first time).
On arriving at the car park, there were two other cars there, which gave me hope that there may be opportunity for action. I sat and waited for a few minutes to see if anyone went in or left, but nothing happened. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car and walked over to the toilets (feeling the lovely sensation of the plug moving in my ass), just as a guy appeared from the side of the loos and walked in behind me. There was one guy there already and I briefly panicked before deciding to be brave and nipping into one of the cubicles. I closed and latched the door, took a deep breath and took my coat off, unfastened my jeans and slid them down, taking one leg out at a time to replace my male shoes with my stilettos. I put my jeans and male shoes in my bag then pulled my dress down, which sat just below the lace top of my holdup stockings. This time I deliberately clip clopped my heels to make some noise and hopefully generate some interest. By now, I wasn’t sure if both guys were still in the toilet block, so just waited until I heard footsteps that appeared to be walking out of the toilets, only to then hear a tap at the door. I unlatched the door and opened it a fraction, enough for me to peer out and see the guy stood there was the one who walked in behind me. He asked me if he could join me, so I opened the door further to let him in. Once I closed and latched the door, I turned around and he immediately slipped his hand up my dress, feeling my stockings and my naked thigh before settling on my growing cock in my thong. He rubbed me for a few seconds, before he removed his hand from under my dress and placed his hands on my shoulders. I felt the familiar force of me being pushed down to my knees. My face was now level with his crotch and I knew what was expected of me, so I unfastened his belt, pulled his zip down and then put my thumbs either side of his hips and pulled down his jeans and and underpants in one go until they were at his knees. His cock was average size and a reasonable girth, but his balls were huge and hairy. I leant toward him and kissed the end of his cock, then looked up at him whilst I gently stroked his cock and felt it grow and harden. Still maintaining eye contact with him, I licked his shaft up and down a few times, before pulling the foreskin back and licking his bell end. This caused him to groan, so I slipped my mouth around his cock and bobbed my head up and down whilst flicking his warm member with my tongue. The whole time I kept my eyes locked on his and from time to time he closed his (I hope in ecstasy!). I squeezed his balls and sped up the sucking action, resulting in his cock pulsing, him moaning and calling me a slut, before shooting three spurts of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it and then licked his shrinking cock before he pulled out and slapped it across my lips. ‘I love a cumslut’, he said, and ‘that outfit got me hard’. I stood up and he fastened his jeans, before giving me a peck on my cheek and squeezing my ass. ‘Hope to see you in here again, but next time wear lipstick’, was his parting comment as he unlatched the door and let himself out.
I sat on the loo, slipped my hand under my dress and gave my cock a few strokes, before seeing the cubicle door open up. Stood there was a guy who was probably late 60s and looked a bit dishevelled, who was wide eyed when he saw me with my cock out. ‘I love the stocking and heels’, he blurted as he unfastened his trousers, ‘Now be a good girl and show daddy that you appreciate him’. He walked closer to me and stuck his semi-hard cock in my face, so I took it in my hand and started to wank it, ‘Suck it, bitch’, he demanded, so I obliged reluctantly as it didn’t smell particularly clean. I felt his cock harden in my mouth and sucked as though my life depended on it to get it over with.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out and told me to stand up. I did as I was told only for him to reach under my dress with one hand and grab my cock, whilst reaching round with the other to grab my ass through my dress. His hand on my ass wandered down to lift the hem of my dress, so he could reach my bare ass cheek. He groped it and then moved to my crack and traced my thong down to my ass hole, only for him to find my plug. His eyes widened again and said, ‘Let me see what kind of slut you are, so turn around’. I did as I was told and he pushed my back to bend me over then lifted up my dress to rest it on my back. He saw the plug, then I felt him step closer and rub his cock up and down my crack, nudging the plug. ‘I’m going to have to fuck that’, my old lover said. Not feeling particularly enamoured with him, I lied and said, ‘I haven’t got any lube or condoms’. He grunted and rubbed his cock on my crack before spinning me around and pushing me back onto the toilet seat, and slamming his still hard cock in my mouth, holding my head and banging in and out. It was so unpleasant that I could now feel my erection subsiding, but he kept going before shouting, ‘Take this bitch’ and flooding my mouth with his cum. Surprisingly, it tasted OK, so I swallowed it and opened my mouth to show him it had gone.
He fastened his trousers and told me he expected to see me there soon and told me to bring condoms next time. I smiled and watched him leave. I cleaned by face with a wipe and then did something I never thought I’d do - I walked out of the toilets to my car in the dress and stilettos. It felt incredible, so I decided that next time I would walk in fully dressed and leave my male clothes in the car.
It was an eventful visit and gave me more worthwhile experience. I was told I need to wear lipstick and make sure I have condoms. This is getting really interesting and I learnt more about how some guys will treat CDs.
I put my jeans and male shoes back on in the car and drove home with two lots of strangers’ cum in my stomach. I got home, took my shoes, jeans and dress off, slipped on my stilettos and wanked myself off to climax whilst watching myself in the mirror and thinking how slutty these guys must see me.
As for Mark, my first toilet lover, I finally heard from him a few days later. He apologised for the slow response, but had been away on holiday with his wife and didn’t want to risk getting caught. The fact he was married made me even more aroused and made me want him more, so we made arrangements to meet.
More to follow if you’re interested.
Joanna CD x
