You know what's more unlikely than a girl masturbating with a stranger in a guys' bathroom? A chick cutting a fucking hole in the wall of her college shitter with a saw.
In the end, the hardest part is making the first hole. Cutting evenly isn't easy, but doing it in between guys is even harder.
I wonder how long this little back door is going to stay open. A little white gouache on the cut-out and... Perfect!
Given the borderline hygiene of the premises here, I'd be very surprised if the cleaning staff noticed anything among the numerous tags engraved on the wall. And the board is thick enough that a simple wipe with a rag won't knock the log over to the other side.
I think I've made it to the right height...and diameter. Enough to have fun. But not enough to be seen.
This idea came to me last night as I was struggling to fall asleep, so excited was I to start my little game again.
I don't like the idea of having sex for sex's sake. I could probably go up to any guy and make a pass at him, and I'm sure most of them would go for it.
But here's the thing... I don't feel like feeding gossip. Exposing myself means revealing who I am; revealing my deviance without the pleasure it might bring.
My shy one makes himself desirable. I doubt he really noticed the time yesterday, so cut off from time and space has our complicity become. I look at the digital clock on my smartphone and let out a sigh.
The boys come and go. After several false hopes, a guy finally enters the booth. I remain in the same position as the day before, cross-legged, waiting for him to speak first. But nothing. He pulls down his jeans and by the hair on his legs, I guess it's not him. Damn.
A man joins the scene. And at his gait, my body awakens, as if it recognizes this body never seen or touched, but whose taste it remembers. He tries to enter the booth, but it's obviously occupied.
- Shit. Fuck. Fuck off! I hissed through my teeth.
I'm getting impatient. For the sake of risk, I dangle my colorful Convers under the front door of my cabin. The waiting man seems to notice it and wags his ankle at me.
What a sense of humor! He's finally a little less uptight than I thought.
At last, the undesirable one emerges from the cabin. My shy man pretends to wash his hands, then waits for him to leave the room before finally entering.
The sound of the lock makes my heart race. I'm already naked and thigh-high. I've warmed up a bit waiting for him...
- Hi there!
- Hi, is that all? I tease him from the start.
- Hi there...I haven't stopped thinking about you.
- Ah, that's better!
A little silence settled in. And the complicity of the night before returns, stronger, nourished by a whole night of desire.
- I haven't stopped thinking about what we did yesterday either.
- It's true that it really turned me on...
- I've got a surprise for you...
- Ah?
- Push, there.
I put two hard blows into the wall, loosening the cover that obstructs the hole I'd spent three hours risking my schooling to make. He pushes a little, not immediately realizing that the hole wasn't just the size of a keyhole. He then exclaims, with an almost embarrassed laugh as I pull out the log.
- Oh yeah...
- Nice, isn't it?
- I don't know if I think you're totally crazy or totally great.
- Which do you prefer?
- Both...
- Monsieur doesn't get wet.
- But I'm sure you do.
