Going to the ladies room is usually a utilitarian excursion. You go, use it, flush and get the hell out of there. Today, I wasn’t so inclined. I was bored at work and was falling asleep at my desk. I had already taken my lunch and because I was working late, the office was emptying so I was soon going to be alone. Afraid I’d fall asleep at my desk, I informed my boss that I was going to leave for about a half hour and then come back. Technically I was off the clock, so it didn’t matter if I came back or not, but I wanted to get some extra work done. I decided to go to the ladies room for a 30-minute power nap, come back refreshed and continue working.

So I took my place in the first stall. The middle one was too narrow; the handicapped stall was usually taken. The only problem with the first stall was that there was a gap between the frame and door just wide enough to peer through. You could always see who was walking in and out of the ladies room and conversely, they could see you. But it was also the most comfortable, so that’s where I sat.
As I was sitting there, dozing off, the door to the ladies room burst open. What walked in was a beautiful vision, with hair the color of honey-kissed sun baked wheat, curled into tight ringlets waiting to be touched, twirled, and tangled in someone’s fingers. She was ravishing. I couldn’t help but stare at her through the gap in the door. The water in the sink immediately began running and as she washed her hands, her neck craned in the direction of my stall. I immediately let my gaze fall to the floor so that she couldn’t catch me looking. But she knew. She turned off the water, moved two sinks closer to my stall and continued checking her makeup and hair. I sat transfixed on her reflection. She was breathtaking. She looked in the mirror and then in my direction. BUSTED. The corners of her lips turned upward and she smiled at me. I blushed and returned her greeting through the door. Her eyes coyly pointed in the direction of the 3rd stall, she bit her bottom lip and disappeared. I didn’t know what to think. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to follow or if she just had to go to the bathroom. So I got up, flushed and made my way to the sink. As I turned off the water and prepared to leave, a soft voice spoke out. “Excuse me, but my zipper is stuck and I really need to go. Could you help me for a moment?” She had on a jean skirt, I thought to myself and smirked. I had never been with a woman before and didn’t know anything about this one. But something about her pulled me to her and I found myself meandering to her stall to help. I knocked to let her know I was coming in.

I opened the door and locked it behind me. She smiled and leaned into me, pressing her taut body against me. She placed her hands on the door on either side of my head, smiled and kissed me deeply. I responded in kind. I lightly touched her lips with my tongue and softly parted them with it as I began to explore her mouth. I had reached my arms up to her sides, pulling her closer to me. Her hands wandered from the door and as she wrapped one arm around my neck, her other hand searched the back of my head for a resting place. We heard keys jingling in the door of the ladies room, so I quickly moved to the toilet and sat. She sat on my lap, facing me and wrapped her legs around my waist and the pipe so as to make it look like only one person was in the stall. She smiled at me; I grinned back and raised my eyebrow. Trying to be as quiet as possible, the mystery woman nibbled on my ear. God her hair smelled good. She fondled my left breast, stroking the skin softly while rolling my nipples between her fingers. Her other hand had traveled down to my love box. She began stroking my pussy softly at first and teasingly traced my inner wall with her fingertip. She playfully pushed in one finger and pulled out in quick thrusts, making me try hard not to pant. I was soaking wet and couldn’t take it anymore. I mouthed the words, “Fuck me,” to her and grinned. She smiled, and thrust three slender fingers in my soaking wet pussy. I gasped loudly and faked a sneeze to cover up the sound. She felt so good inside me. She pumped me harder with her fingers and started working my clit with her thumb. My breaths became shallow and my hips were slowly gyrating involuntarily with each thrust. I felt myself about to reach my first climax. To keep from making too much noise, I flushed the toilet faking as though I were using it. I mouthed, “sorry,” to my mysterious lover and she was so consumed with her own pleasure, I don’t think she saw me.

As the other lady’s toilet flushed she kissed me full on the lips, thrusting her tongue deep in my throat. She gave me one final thrust with her fingers and thumb and I came, letting out a loud gasp. Hearing this, the lady asked, “Is everything ok in there?” I responded, “Yes! I accidentally leaned back on this pipe on the back of the toilet and didn’t realize it was going to be so cold!” She laughed and said, “Ok. I was just checking! You have a good evening!” My eyes grew wide and quizzical as I looked at the stranger before me and responded, “Uh…yeah. You, too!”

Once the door closed behind her, we waited a few seconds and then we both laughed. As our laughter died, things became quietly uncomfortable. She had let her legs fall and we sat, spidered together. She looked me dead in the eyes and leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and inhaled the perfume of her skin as my hand caressed her spine. She pulled back and looked at my face. She never spoke a word. I whispered, “I’ve never done this; I don’t quite know what to do.” She smiled softly, took my hand and cupped her breast. Her hand over mine, she began to massage it, guiding my hand and showing me what to do. I inhaled deeply and she motioned like she was going to kiss me again. “Just do what comes naturally; go with it,” she whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and swallowed a nervous lump in my throat. My only hope was that I could give her the same pleasure she had just given me.
She pulled back and stood up, with her back to the wall. I pulled her closer, kissing her hungrily. My tongue explored her soft, moist mouth, pulling her tongue to mine. Our tongues twisted and we locked lips for what seemed like forever. As I pulled back, she lunged forward, not wanting our tongues to let go of one another. She breathed deeply, her chest heaving heavily against my body as I slid one hand up the back of her blouse and cupped her ass with the other. I unfastened her bra and moved my hand around to cup her breast, letting my thumb swipe her nipple playfully. I felt her body writhe against me, while my kisses migrated to her neck. She smelled of honeysuckle and warm sugar. And I sucked on her neck lightly, flipping between kissing, licking and blowing softly on the moist spots. Feeling restricted by the tightness of her shirt, I pulled my arm from underneath and unbuttoned her top, freeing her breasts. As her one nipple got erect under my finger, I kissed my way down to her other nipple, lapping and sucking until they both stood erect in the cold breeze of my breath mixed with the air conditioner. She sighed deeply and massaged my breast through my top. I stopped her and shook my head. Though I had never done this before, I wanted to be in control and pleasure her. Her skin beneath my tongue tasted as good as she looked and was enough incentive to act out every fantasy I’ve ever had about my first time with a woman right then and there. She moaned and I could feel her hands moving toward the bottom of her skirt, slowly pulling it up. I took my free hand and felt her moistness through her panties. She was soaking wet. The more aroused I got her, the more I aroused myself. I was so fucking horny right then I was ready to burst! I let my fingers trace her inner thigh until I felt it quiver with anticipation. I took my other hand and began to fondle her ass. She wore panties, so they forged a bit of an obstacle. To make things easier, I slid them off with both hands, cupping her ass in both palms in the same motion as the panties slid to the floor. I let her panties fall to the floor and then kicked them out of the way. Still cupping her ass, I slid my hand down the back of her left thigh and traced the inside with my fingers. Her juices were starting to drip down her leg. I slid down to my knees and hooked her leg over my shoulder. I began licking her inner thigh; she tasted like fresh pineapple and strawberries. I was getting wetter. I wanted a dick in me so bad it was ridiculous. As I lapped up some of her love juices, my fingers explored the outer layers of her cave until I found her hot button. She moaned softly as I lightly flicked at her clit. She was a little dry, so I pulled my fingers back, licked my thumb and fingers, and softly kneaded her button. When she started grinding my thumb, I took two of my fingers and slid them in her hole. I continued kissing her thigh, and her body kept moving in waves, grinding my hand while she grabbed the top of my head. “Fuck me,” she moaned, “Oh God, fuck me.” My hand moved faster inside her and her breaths became shorter and faster. “Lick me,” she begged softly, “pleaaaaaaaase.”




I wasn’t sure if I would do it right, but I pulled my fingers out and allowed my thumb to continue to massage her clit while I took a deep breath and then dove tongue first into her wetness. The perfume of her body was thick, but smelled like soft musk. She tasted so good. I hungrily lapped at her insides, French kissing her walls as my free hand reached up and continued to massage her breast. She shuddered, moaning softly and grabbed my hair. Her thighs quivered so much, I wasn’t sure if she was going to fall, so I stopped. She whimpered, “What are you doing?!? Don’t stop!” I continued lapping at her delicious pussy, blowing soft cold air on her clit and massaging it with my tongue. I had switched off between my tongue and fingers so that I could see which garnered a greater response from her. As I kissed her inside one last round, she softly let out, “I’m going to cum!” She whimpered, grabbed my head and grinded her hot, wet, pussy into my face. When she came it was like a wave of all of her fragrances flooded my mouth, washing down the back of my throat at once. I got up and continued to finger her, and she tried to stop me. She asked me not to move, but I remembered that when I continued to masturbate as I came, my orgasm only got bigger. So I continued to softly knead her clit and watched as her legs buckled beneath her. I kissed her deeply and wrapped my free arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall to the floor. Watching this woman get off, as I fucked a woman for the first time ever, was enough to send me into my own convulsions.

I continued to kiss her until her breaths were even and helped her straighten up her outfit. Still panting, she pulled away from me, smiling. She asked, “Are you sure this is your first time?” I smiled, bent over, handed her panties to her and whispered, “Positive. Thank you for the lesson.” I stepped back and stared at her, proud of my accomplishment. She blushed, straightened up and stepped out of the stall first. I quickly slipped back into the first stall. I watched her as she looked at herself in the mirror, checked her hair again, and reapplied her make-up. She looked in my direction, gave me a coy grin and blew me a kiss goodbye in the mirror as she left the ladies room. I grinned and nodded and waited five minutes after she left before making my own exit.

Still horny, I called up my boyfriend and asked what time he got off work; I was coming to pick him up so we could spend a little “quality time”. I grinned to myself and finished up the last part of my day. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again, but to the lady from the gap in the door, thank you.