My heart was pounding as I slipped into the bathroom. He held the door open for Lisa, my other hand tightly gripped in hers as she followed me. The door closed and she grabbed my shirt collar, pulling me to her for a kiss. I could tell she was horny; she'd been on the edge since we left the apartment. Her hand slid down my chest and she looked at me with dark, wild eyes. She licked her lips and looked at one of the stalls. "Are you sure you want to do this, baby?" she whispered.
"It's what you want," I said. I kissed her and guided her into the stall. I locked the door, and she immediately started kissing me. Her fingers undid the buttons of my shirt, pinching my nipples as I pressed our hips together. I moaned into her mouth and started undressing her. She was wearing a tight team T-shirt with the number 69 on the chest in large white letters, and her skirt was short enough to show off her gorgeous tanned legs.
She let me take off all her clothes, cupping her breasts as I stared at her. She was a strawberry blonde with average size breasts and nipples that stuck out like erasers. I bent down and took one into my mouth as she stroked me through my jeans. She was wet, so I pressed the crotch of her panties against her pussy until she started squirming. I was close to calling the whole thing off because I was almost painfully hard and I wanted to come, but our game was salvaged by the sound of the outside door opening and quietly closing again.
Lisa held her breath, and I pressed a finger against her lips. She nodded and closed the toilet lid before she silently climbed up on top of it. She spread her legs and pressed her fingers against the crotch of her panties as I looked down at the glory hole. The new arrival went into the next stall and shut the door behind him. He coughed and quietly cleared his throat, and I looked at Lisa as I unbuttoned my pants. I tugged my cock out of my boxer shorts and guided it through the hole.
It was a little over five inches and thick; I could feel the edge of the glory hole scraping against its sides. I closed my eyes and, a second later, something soft and wet slid across the length of me. It ran from just under the head and down to the stall, then moved back up. I grunted and rolled my head back, baring my teeth as my mystery man's wet finger traced lines over my cock.
He gripped me, squeezing gently before he took the tip into his mouth and began to suck. I groaned and shuddered. I put a hand on my hip because I couldn't touch his head. I'd never been with a man before, but this was a fantasy Lisa told me about when we went through our lists. At the top of her list was a threesome with two men, or an orgy with more. She wanted cocks, come, and as much of both as she could get. So far in real life we'd only gone as far as playing with dildos. She loved to watch me suck it while she sucked me, and once she had worn it as a strap-on and told me to blow her.
Now we were tiptoeing to the next level as a stranger's tongue explored the shape of my cock head. I wished the glory hole was big enough to slide my balls through, but I settled for cupping them myself and pretending they were his fingers. He took me all the way into his mouth, moaning in rapture as he moved up and down its length. I suddenly regretted not being able to see him. I turned my head and looked at Lisa.
She had her hand inside her panties, frigging herself frantically. Her face was red, and she was pinching one nipple with her free hand. I started to thrust, fucking the man's face, and he made a surprised noise before he adjusted to the tempo. I felt his fingers curling around the lowest point of my cock he had access to, holding it tight as he swept his tongue over me.
"That's it," I whispered. "Suck that cock. Are you playing with yourself? Bet you are, you little whore..."
