"She does that all the time"
"What the Fuck?" I blurted out as I jumped in shock. Hitting the door frame, I turned to the left and stared. She was beautiful...and giggling. She covered her mouth, but I could still see her smiling grin beneath it. My quick glance turned more serious as I absorbed her features in.
I found that I was staring at this woman, probably in her late thirties, totally unsure of what to say. Moments ago I had my mouth buried in another woman's' ass, could I really bullshit my way out of this. Did I mention my dick was still in my hand? And that I was really fucking horny? But I couldn't stop starring, it was like I dreamed her up and she was right there in flesh and blood.
Her hair swept around her face. It flowed onto her shoulders resting there, brownish blonde in color. Her eyes, if I wasn't mistaken were a beautiful shade of earthen brown, difficult to fully tell underneath her glasses. A librarian fetish came to mind. Her large breasts were held back by a black sports bra and yoga pants covering her shapely legs. Sneakers finished the outfit.
I didn't think anyone was in here when we entered. I'm pretty sure I would have heard anyone enter. But here was proof that I was wrong.
"Who are you?"
"She does this all the time. It's her little test. She brings strange men and women in here and then they service her. Some pass; some fail. I hope you licked her ass."
"Why would you say that?" I was flustered. My words came out stammered. How loud were we? Did we even say anything? Hell, all I could remember was her mentioning dinner and dessert.
"Because if you don't, you'll never see her again. She likes being licked all over especially in her ass. I fingered her pussy, and I fingered her ass. I slipped in finger after finger. I once got my whole... never mind. A woman has to have some secrets."
Whole what? What was she talking about? And then as she lifted her finger to her mouth, she slyly slid it in sucking it while looking me dead in the eye. I looked at her tiny hands and my thoughts went to their dark place. Was she about to imply she put her whole hand in her ass?
"I know what you're thinking. In fact, I can help you with that." And she lowered her gaze. My hand was still holding my dick and I was subconsciously stroking it. She was watching. I looked down
Then I looked back up. She was halfway closer to me. Her walk was incredibly sexy, and I wondered if she walked like that in sneakers, what would she walk like in heels. What would she look like in tight black pants and a skintight lace shirt?
"I think I better go". I was about to place my semi erect penis back into my underwear and zip up my pants. But it was too late, she was next to me, one hand around the back of my neck, her nails lightly digging in. The other grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I lost all control, all semblance of any dominance of will. I might have wanted to get my dick sucked. I might have wanted to push my dick inside a woman. This might have been what I wanted, but not who I wanted it with. I should have walked away.
Her body pressed its way against mine. She lifted herself on her tippy toes, her breasts pushed into me and her whisper that erupted in my ear was exotic; dreamy even. A memory was brought forward about a woman using her breasts to get the attention of the man she wanted. It was an unfair advantage that God bestowed upon what the world deemed the fairer sex. It was a good lesson that I never forgot. The heat of her breath exhaling, and the warmth of her lips brought everything into focus as she spoke bringing me back to this reality.
"I know your dreams... it's what every man dreams."
There was a slight succulent pause.
"A man wants a mom, to take care of them when they are sick, they want a woman to cook for them when they are hungry, and they want a whore in bed when they want to be fucked. I can be all three."
Another breeze of breath.
"Would you like that? Let's play a game, or maybe start an audition, my audition. Let's start with the third position that's open."
My cock was throbbing in her hand.
"Do you want me to be that whore? Because I can be that for you, I can be your slutty whore." Every time she spoke the word whore, my dick throbbed.
"But what about..."
She placed a finger over my lips. "Shhhh, don't worry about her. I'm going to tell her everything. I'll tell her every single detail. And tell her how good you are...if you are. If you're not good however, then it's going to end before it even starts."
"Who are you?"
"You haven't figured it out yet? I'm your next test."
She kept stroking my cock. She nibbled my neck or would nuzzle be a better description. The caress of her breath spread a heat through my body. And then I felt her nails, her left hand scratched me. A light scratch that electrified every fiber in my being. I was still standing in the doorway leaning against the makeshift bathroom wall. She pushed me back and I was back in the stall again. She circled closely around me like I was a pole. Once again, she pushed her body against me right before she sat down over the toilet. Twenty minutes earlier, this was a very different scenario with a very different woman.
