Glory Holes for Beginners

SecretExplorer(F41)>> "I do find the concept of glory holes exciting, too bad only gays get any fun from them, though..."

The statement was made in the Eros chatroom a late Wednesday evening in October, where the topic of conversation had taken a turn to (very!) casual sex; SecretExplorer apparently had googled around a bit, found that glory holes were few and far between in Norway to start with - and that the ones she had managed to find mostly were located at gay hotspots.

Norweger(M40)>>"How bad do you want to try one out, then?"

I chucklingly inquired. We'd chatted several times during the last few weeks, and we had found that we weren't living too far away from each other, though we hadn't revealed the exact locations to each other, yet. A fragile friendship was beginning to form between us - we were often online at about the same time, laughed of the same lame jokes, enjoyed each other's company - but the idea of meeting up IRL hadn't formed - not yet, anyway. We were good with being cyber buddies for the time being.

Norweger(M40)>>"After all, it is hardly rocket science, is it? Making a fucking hole in a fucking wall to fucking fuck in some fucking place?"

I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Yeah, right. As if I'd enter the restroom at The Lantern or wherever carrying a bag full of tools..."

General hilarity ensued; SecretExplorer had let it be known time and time again that she was a utterly, certifiably useless in any practical undertaking. Hm. The Lantern? Wasn't that the cafeteria by the marina out west? I yellowpaged it and found that I was right; less than an hour from home. For all intents and purposes next door around these parts.

A private chat window popped up on my screen.

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"I am a bit more curious than I care to let the clientele in the lobby know... Do you... Ahem, were you serious? As in, could I possibly talk you into making one somewhere or the other? I don't think I'd ever work up the nerve to actually MEET someone there, but just seeing one in the wild, knowing the option was there should I want to give it a go..."

Norweger(M40)>>"I meant it as a joke, but it IS quite simple, after all, and should be doable - well, at least if you provide me with some strategic measurements... :)"

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"That would be awesome! But, what do you mean, measurements, you don't need to know the size of my bloody tits to make a hole in a wall???"

Norweger(M40)>>"Much as the thought of your tits please me, what I had in mind was a quite different measure - it would make sense for the hole in the wall to be at approximately the same height over the floor as -ahem- another hole, unless you want to bring a stool or put yourself in an ergonomically less than optimal position to make this work?"

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Oh. Of course. But, seriously, you'd make me one somewhere nearby???"

Norweger(M40)>>"Sure thing, that should be quickly, easily and discreetly done - just let me know about how high... Well, you know. :)"

She LOL'ed to high heaven and promised that the important numbers would be recorded the next time she'd brought out her favourite bathtub toy - a dildo with a suction base; she'd mount it, try out different heights until she hit -hm- the sweet spot and then bring out the measuring tape. "Well, maybe after I've -hm- endurance tested the placement a little bit. Must be sure it is workable for a while, all in the name of science and ergonomics, y'know."

That being said, she closed the private window and returned to the chitchat in the lobby. I half-heartedly took part, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Making a glory hole. That was a first. With any luck, I played my cards so that I got to enjoy the fruits of my handiwork, too.

Days went by, but then one Friday night a private chat window opened.

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Try 2'6" above the floor or so. Don't make it too small, though - perhaps 8" across?"

Norweger(M40)>>"2'6" above the floor, 8" across. Sounds doable. Any particular location, then? Or any I should DEFINITELY avoid, for that matter?"

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"I'd probably only go there once if that, so I can travel a bit if needed. Say, somewhere between Eid, Vestnes and Aalesund? Will that do?"

Norweger(M40)>>"Eminently doable. Just give me a week or two to do my thing, and I'll let you know when it is ready?"

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"You pull this one off, you're a bloody hero!"

I most definitely was going to pull this one off. If nothing else, it would feel wonderfully wicked to make the first glory hole within a hundred miles. Well, the first one I'd know of, anyway.

The next few days were spent doing reconnaisance after work - just an euphemism for driving around the area, grab coffee and a snack at just about any cafeteria I found, judging their relative merits - ideally, it should be a place where noone started wondering if one stayed for a little while, but at the same time it wouldn't do if it was too crowded.

In the end I settled on The Lantern, the very place she had mentioned as an example once the subject was broached. Was she living nearby? I shrugged. Didn't matter. This was perfect.

The restroom had three stalls; on the plaster walls separating them were - in just the right height above the floor - a lame poster displaying the rules of engagement with the porcelain facilities. It wasn't hard to stifle a laugh.

However, the poster was a godsend for me; I stood in front of it and found it to be at just the right height, more or less. I brought out the measuring tape - sure enough. 2'6" was just below dead center of the poster. I'd be able to make the hole and hide it behind the framed poster.

I glanced into the next stall. Same lame poster. Only trouble was, whoever decorated the place had been a tad too consistent - the next stall was adorned with the same poster as the first one - put up on the same wall, that is, the one facing away from the first stall. I glanced around, and found a few posters advertising festivals and fairs in the area put up next to the sinks. I borrowed one of those and put it up on the wall joining the stalls instead - if it was still there a week from now, I'd take my chances and enter the glory hole entrepreneur business.

The week passed slowly - surprisingly so; while the idea had started off as a joke, I had to admit to myself that now that the plan had been laid, the terrain scouted out, so to speak and the execution neared, I was very - exceedingly so as the weekend neared! - horny thinking of the opportunities this hole could offer. Not only for me, though I (obviously!) hoped I might get a chance to reap the fruits of my handiwork - but, with any luck, a few others from the chat felt like giving it a go, too - well, at any rate, it might inspire a few tall tales. Which, after all, was what 99% of the purportedly true stories probably were.

The first chance I had to make a getaway to The Lantern was next Tuesday; I stowed a battery drill, an extra battery and the mother of all hole saws which I'd borrowed at work - as well as some woven edge liner I'd scored; I figured I might appreciate something a little smoother than a rough, sawn-off edge if push came to shove.

Feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins, I parked, took my small and (I hoped!) inconspicuous tool bag, and went to the rest rooms. Sure enough, the poster I'd repurposed last week was still in place. The op was GO.

I quietly locked myself into the stall and lifted the lame rules of engagement poster off its peg; after bringing out my tape measure I made a mark at 2'6" - perfect. Just room for an 8" diameter hole without exposing it once the framed poster was back in place.

Heading into the next stall, I removed the poster to keep from making a hole in it, then locked the stall from the outside with a coin before returning to my tools. Crunch time.

Slowly - veee-eeery slowly - I drilled a guide hole in the mark I'd just made before mounting the hole saw. I found that there was a limit to how slow I could go - in order to make the saw bite, I had to speed up a bit. The noise seemed terrible, until I realized that even if somebody heard me, they'd probably (unless they were of a very, very dirty mind!) figure it was just a craftsman doing whatever needed doing at the facilities, rather than someone making an -ahem- instrument for carnal pleasure.

Slowly, the saw ate its way into the MDF board separating the stalls. My heart thundered almost as loudly as the drone from the saw, at least to my ears. After an eternity - lasting all of three minutes or so - the saw had made its way through the wall and I quickly stowed drill, hole saw and the circular bit of MDF which until recently used to be part of the wall ensuring the occupant's privacy into my toolbag.

Fitting the liner, I leaned back - to the extent it was possible, anyway - and enjoyed the sight. I brought out my phone and took a couple of photos to prove to my muse (cough) that the deed was done.

I scooped up most of the sawdust, cursing myself for not having the sense to put an old newspaper or something on the floor to catch it. Oh well, you live and you learn. With the bulk of the dust disposed of in the bowl, I wiped up the rest with some toilet paper and put the poster back in place, taking another photo.

Noone could tell there was a hole behind the poster. Discretion, it would appear, was my middle name. I couldn't wait to let SecretExplorer know the hole was ready for use. If nothing else, it ought to serve as brilliant fodder for a hot chat.

After cleaning up the stall and unlocking the neighbouring stall again, I walked to my car, brimming with expectation. This, I thought - this could be good. Very good.

First thing I did after getting back home was copying the photos I'd taken onto my laptop; now all that remained was to meet up with SecretExplorer on the chat again. I had a fair idea when she used to be online, so no use logging on just yet; I tried to distract myself with some household chores, but with limited success - my more or less constant hard-on reminded me what I hoped I had in store shortly. Lost case. I had a long, good shower which was crowned with a bit of masturbation to release the tension.

Time slowly crept towards evening; I had been invited over to a couple of friends for dinner, but just before leaving I logged on to see if SecretExplorer was on early tonight. She was. I asked for a chat in private.

Norweger(M40)>>"I have a couple of photos which may interest you..."

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"You did it? You REALLY DID IT??? WOW!!"

I sent her before and after photos of the stall.

Norweger(M40)>>"There you go. One ISO certified glory hole, accurately adapted to the intended user; floor-to-pussy-distance is 750mm in this model, with 100mm of leeway in any direction. Now all that remains is to find a cock at a compatible distance from the floor, and you are good to go..."

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Wait a minute, that's at The Lantern, right? Those cheesy posters cannot possibly exist anywhere else?"

Norweger(M40)>>"The Lantern it is. Just let me know if you'd like a guided tour of the facilities."

I slowly let my hand stroke the bulge in my trousers. The offer was made. Now, if she could only accept it...

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Oh, I'll have to scout it out on my own first, I'll drop by one of these days. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!"

I gently squeezed my almost painfully erect cock. Well, she hadn't brushed me off, at least. Now all I could do was wait.

Days passed, and the hole hardly left my thoughts for an instant. Would SecretExplorer dare trying it out? Would she try it out with me? If not - would I be able to arrange something with someone else, now that the hole was there? The questions kept churning in my head, along with some rather explicit images of what could transpire at the hole...

I dropped by the chat several times a day for the next few days, eagerly looking forward to getting an update from SecretExplorer - to no avail. Almost a week went by before we met up again; I had hardly even logged on when a request for a private chat popped up on my screen.

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"I figured you might like to know that for the first time in my life, I have recently brought myself to a massive orgasm in a public rest room. Well, in a private stall, but you get the idea... :)"

Norweger(M40)>>"Nice. If I were a betting man, I'd wager a stall at The Lantern was the scene of this momentous event?"

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Hell yes it was. Would you... Well, would you like to inaugurate it with me, by the way? After all, you ought to do just as well as anyone else, and in a way I guess I owe you - it would be cruel, after all, to let you know I'd had someone else reap the benefits of your efforts..."

Norweger(M40)>>"I most definitely want to. Just let me know when - oh, and we need to figure out some signal or the other; I have no desire to shove my cock into the stall of some poor unsuspecting grandmother on a Sunday outing..."

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"Oh, a grandmother probably could be a lot less innocent than you imply if she suddenly had a cock sprung in her face... :)"

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"How about Sunday? Around four? Show up a little early, and I'll knock three times as I enter - to keep you from accidentally being taken advantage of by a senior citizen, that is..."

Norweger(M40)>>"Sunday around four it is. I'll bring a book to keep me busy waiting - oh, and a condom."

SecretExplorer(F41)>>"You do that. I can't wait!! :) :) :)"

Wow. I could hardly wait myself, either; I was almost ready to ask her if we could do it this afternoon instead; the only thing which kept me from doing so was that she had already logged off.

I was beyond turned on; I swiftly brought myself to orgasm as I fantasized about the events two days ahead.

Sunday eventually bothered to come around, eagerly anticipated. After a seemingly eternal morning, afternoon inched forward until it was close enough to four o' clock to jump in the car and head for The Lantern. I figured I might as well be there early - that would take care of my dinner plans, and while I was there I could spend the time looking at the other guests, seeing if I could pinpoint SecretExplorer.

I guess I owed as much to the owners of the place, too - to give them some business after redecorating their rest room facilities. Then again, maybe it'd attract extra business if word got around in the Eros chat that you could satisfy your glory hole desires at The Lantern...

The pork chops were placed in front of me as I curiously looked around the diner; it was a simple, unpretentious place - bordering on a cafeteria. The serving was generous, though, and the food quite tasty - not a bad business idea, it seemed; the place was well over half full.

Two women sat eating over by the windows - but none of them looked like they were about to try out a glory hole, not that I had any idea what people who were about to engage in the most casual of casual sex looked like.

Another couple of women sat further back, towards the buffet - but I dismissed them as being too old; at least, they were too old if SecretExplorer had been honest about her age.

Yet another looked young - very young - and a disturbing thought hit me; what if she hadn't been quite honest? What if the sex being pushed against the hole looked like it belonged to a very, very young woman - heck, girl, even?

I quickly dismissed the thought; the way SecretExplorer talked, I felt confident she was grown up - and probably then some. I'd face that problem if it ever became one, rather than worrying up front - if I was in any doubt, after all I could simply slip out of the stall and leave.

The dessert was a passable chocolate fondant, but I had my thoughts elsewhere. I glanced at my watch. A quarter to four. Forty seconds more than it had been the previous time I glanced at it. I sighed, realized there was no use tormenting myself in here, checked in my pocket that the condoms were there, not in the glove compartment of my car (As I had done four or five times already!) - and headed for the rest room.

I was relieved to find 'our' stalls were both available; I occupied the leftmost one, bolted the door and flipped out my phone; I figured I could do worse for passing the time than viewing a steaming glory hole video off the 'net. Might as well -ahem- put myself in the right mood, as if that would be necessary.

Someone entered the stall next door; would I hear three knocks? Crunch time? Not quite yet; seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a male peeing.

Wait. Wait. Then wait. The tiniest of sounds made me jump. The stall next door was vacated again; how about now? Had SecretExplorer been waiting for it to become available? I pulled the poster aside. Yup, the hole was still there. Phew. That would have been the very definition of an anticlimax - both having showed up, ready to do the deed - only to have the plan frustrated by an over-zealous janitor!

Someone entered. I tried my very best not to get my hopes up. It wasn't quite four o'clock yet. Better not... Knock. Knock. Knock.

Apparently, I hadn't been the only one whiling away the time, waiting eagerly for the minutes hand to reach twelve o'clock. Which one was it? One of the women I'd seen eating together? I'd assumed she'd arrive alone - but who knew? For all I knew, she might have taken the family out for dinner. -'Just wait here, dears, while mommy goes to the restroom to get her brains fucked out, OK?'

I pushed the thoughts away; now that the time was here, what mattered was to get going. I quickly rolled on a condom - quite impressed that I even managed to tear open the packaging with my shaking hands - put the poster against the opposite wall to get it out of the way and pushed my painfully erect member through the hole; the poster on the far side was pushed aside; I could see a pair of trousers around someone's ankles, a pair of leather sandals peeking out underneath the khaki-coloured fabric.

A low whistle emanated from my neighbour, and a hand, nicely manicured, reached for my cock. I pushed myself closer to the wall, offering her as much of it as possible; her hand closing around my shaft, she gave me a couple of gentle tugs. I worked hard to suppress a moan, only partially succeeding.

I had wondered how I would feel once we got going; now any doubts I might have had evaporated. A female! Fondling my cock! No strings attached! Of course I would feel great about this!

She softly, gently gave me a few strokes before letting go of me. I could hear her move; feet shuffled against the floor, a couple of creaks as she pushed against the walls. This was it. I steeled myself.

A pair of lips kissed the swollen glans before her tongue started tickling the underside of the head; I groaned and pushed my hips forward; she slid further down on me, engulfing me. I clenched my teeth. If she were to keep this up, she'd have to wait while I returned to the cafeteria for a coffee break before she could get the fuck I'd promised her - I felt like I was on the brink of orgasm from the excitement alone. I let her do her thing for another few seconds before reluctantly pulling back, my cock being as hard as I could hardly (pun intended!) remember it having ever been before.

She must have understood what I was thinking; as I pulled away from the hole I got a quick glimpse of her saliva-dripping chin as she got up; she then turned her back on me and pushed her bare ass against the wall; my handiwork and her measurements had been accurate; dead center in the hole I'd made I now had a dripping wet pussy, partially open. I let a couple of fingers gently explore her slit, opening her fully. Her response was not hard to interpret - she eagerly pushed herself against the wall, to the extent that I was somewhat concerned she'd come crashing into my stall.