Five Different Words

LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

Many thanks go to my editor Muledriver, and RF-Fast for polishing and enhancing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on spell check.

Copyright (c) 2017 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my ADD readers.

ENJOY!

Only five words -- this one has the added benefit of being 90% true!

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I gathered my tools and loaded them on the cart along with the new faucet.

I didn't really need the cart, except for where I was going to be working, the ladies restroom down by the meeting rooms. I was going to park it in the entrance to put it out of service.

Now most of the time I would just put it out of service, shut the water off, and swap out the seat and washer. But who ever had put the seat in the last time had cranked it down, and I had stripped out the inner hex trying to get it out so I had to install a new faucet.

AND THEY WERE A PAIN IN THE ASS TO WORK ON! Whoever had made these counter tops had made them light and put in all sorts of extra bracing instead of making them out of heavier material.

I set the new faucet in the sink and crawled under. The supply lines came off okay, but now came the fun part. A basin wrench up through things and only being able to get less than a quarter turn was not going to make for a fun job.

And to top it off the threads were crusted with mineral deposit, so no cracking it lose and spinning them off. I would have to take it bit by bit all the way.

I had both sides cracked loose, and had the first nut down about a quarter of an inch when there was the sound of a stampeding herd.

I saw legs coming in, "This one is being serviced!" I hollered out.

"Everything else still work?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't care," an older voice called out and pushed her way to a stall. She was soon followed like a horse race in reverse. 'Ladies to your stalls!'

I kept working. A few coming up short seeing legs sticking out from under the counter, but a full bladder over rides a man sitting on the floor under the counter. And I came real close to looking up a few short dresses from down there, but it was still some nice close looks at legs. I made sure to keep my head up under the counter, but not quite enough to block my lovely view.

I had the nuts off and slid out from under to lift the faucet out. I had the new one out of the box when a lovely little Asian woman came around the corner. She screeched to a halt seeing me in the ladies room. She glanced down at the faucet in my hands, then muttered something and dashed into the far stall. The soft groan as she peed said she almost didn't make it.

I had the putty around the base as she came out. She smiled at me and stepped to the next sink to wash her hands. I looked at her in the mirror as she did, head down, but her short black dress was gaping open completely, her small tits encased in the thinnest layer of lace. Her dark brown hard nipples just begging to be stripped bare and nibbled on.

I caught her little glance at me in the mirror, but she made no move to cover herself in any way. She may have even slowed down her hand washing a bit. I took my time making sure the putty was where it should be on the base as I did my best to hide my raging hard on against the edge of the counter.

She stood up with shoulders back to dry her hands with just the nicest jiggle to her chest.

I stared at her ass as she walked out, she stopped and glanced over her shoulder grinning just before she made the corner. She knew I was looking at her and she didn't mind it!

I grinned and went back to work. Pushing the faucet down and crawling back under the counter to get the nuts started. At least I was able to spin them up close and started to put the basin wrench up through the mess when I heard heels again.

I peaked under the edge of the counter to see that short black dress again. She didn't even slow down and went straight to the stall directly opposite the sink I was working on.

But she wasn't here to use the facilities.

The door was wide open as she sat and dropped her bright yellow thong. But it kept going until it was around her ankles, and then she pulled one ankle free and left it around the one she put up on the edge of the door. Holding it open and putting her bare pussy on display.

She grinned and spread her other knee as her fingers made their way to her pussy. Even from across the room I could hear her pussy lips spreading they were so wet.

Watching her while she slowly slipped her fingers into her pussy. Coming back up to bring her juices to her clit and slowly circling it. I looked at her face a moment, then back down to her spread legs.

Her fingers went from circling to strumming her clit from side to side. Her free hand went into her dress, pulling it to the side and pulling her bra down to bare her tit and get a nice grip with her fingers tugging on her nipple.

She kicked her head back in a soft groan as she pinched her own nipple, her fingers going from her clit to driving into her pussy. Her head snapped forward and looked at my bulging crotch.

"Are you hard?"

I nodded.

She grinned, "Show me."

Now I was laid out on the floor of the ladies room, so I wasn't just going to whip it out. But these slacks were rather loose. I reached down and grabbed my hard cock through my slacks and began to slowly stroke what little my slacks would allow.

Her eyes went wide before her mouth opened in a silent scream as her legs spasmed then clamped shut on her hand, still driving three fingers deep in her pussy.

Everything was silent except for her hard breathing.

Her eyes opened, then that 'I'm a naughty girl and got caught' smile came across her face.

She lifted her leg with her thong around her ankle with a groan and removed her thong completely, using it to wipe her wet fingers and then pushing it up into her pussy to stem the flow.

Only after she had it deep enough to satisfy her did she reach up to put her bra back in place and close her dress back over her chest.

Another soft groan as she lowered her other leg to the floor and stood, leaning heavily on the handicap hand rails. I chuckled knowing the feeling.

She slowly walked to the counter I was under without pulling her dress back down. Her bright thong still hanging lewdly from her bare pussy. She straddled my legs, putting herself less than a foot in front of me while she leaned sideways to wash her hands, taking her time.

She finished and dried her hands, then reached down and pulled her thong from her pussy, dropping it in my lap before pulling her dress back down. She did giggle and lifted the front to 'flash' me before turning to head out. I put her soaked thong in my shirt pocket and enjoyed the scent wafting up from it for the rest of the afternoon.

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If this was several years ago I would have rushed to the men's room to rub one out to the memory of her getting off across the room from me, but that

was

a few years ago...

I finished my day out and headed home, coming in to my own little Asian beauty. Her tits just a tad larger now that she was nursing our daughter, and my hard on was coming back with a vengeance watching her.

I met her at the motel also... when she got her toe stuck in the tub spout. She didn't try and cover up while I got her free back then either...

I didn't even wait for her to put the baby down. I lifted them both up as she nursed and sat her on the edge of the table while lifting her skirt. Dropping my slacks I drove into her willing pussy in one stroke as I also claimed her mouth...

And now for my disclaimers which were inspired by JimBob44, thanks for the inspiration.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.

And, yes, I suck.

Go have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.

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