1. Good Clean Fun


    Date: 8/10/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: AltKnight, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    eye on the door of the Gents, but she didn't come out screaming, which I took as a good sign at least. After a moment or two, I though the best option was to go and apologise, at least that my save my bacon if she did report me. I got up and walked over to the toilet, pushed open the first door, then the second. The last cubicle door was shut. I said a very weak 'Hello?' but there was no reply. I edged closer and pushed against the door, but it was locked. 'Hello?' I said a little louder. I thought I heard a small noise coming from inside. Oh no, I thought, she's crying. I went into the cubicle next door, hoisted myself up onto the loo and looked over the partition. She wasn't crying. The vision I saw will stay with me for a long time. She was sitting on the toilet, her head resting back against the wall, her tight black leggings and small panties were pulled down to the tops of her black boots and her knees were widely parted. Two of the fingers of one hand were sliding furiously back and forth into her neatly trimmed pussy, the juices flowing freely. The fingers of the other hand alternating rubbing and flicking her swollen clit. She moaned a little louder, opening her eyes, looking up at me as he brought herself to a body shattering orgasm. What a sight. I'm ashamed to say that my britishness took over once more. I managed to slip from the toilet I was standing on and trip to the floor. Bewildered, I walked out of the Gents, put the completed report on my desk ready for ...
    Monday, grabbed my coat and left the building without another word. For several days after my surprise encounter with one of the cleaners at work, she was all I could think about. I found myself in a kind of daze as I remembered what had happened, how she looked as I watched her cum, the hunger in her eyes as she watched me taking a piss. More than once the images took such a hold on me that I was forced to find some time alone and wank myself off furiously, it was all consuming. At work the following week, I went through the motions, hoping that I might see her, catch her eye perhaps, just to know that I didn't dream the whole thing. But it wasn't until the Thursday morning of that week that I saw her, and even then it was from across the other side of our large open plan office. The rest of that day was a wash out as far as work was concerned; all I was interested in was getting a second or two alone with her. It was mid afternoon and I was just about to leave our weekly update meeting when in she came to clear away the refreshments. My heart started thumping in my chest as everyone else filed out of the room, barely noticing that she even existed. I pretended to have a message on my phone as they all left, leaving me sitting there, the door finally swinging slowly closed. She cleared the cups from the table and edged around to where I was sitting. My tongue suddenly tied, I didn't know what to say now that she was in the room. She made her way slowly around the table, and I ...
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