The bus ride home was relatively uneventful for Brooke, which she was thankful for as her clothes still clung to her body with drying cum, with even more still caked on her face. Keeping her eyes on her feet the entire ride and desperate not to make eye contact with any other passengers, she was still in a state of shock as the bus shook and drove through the city closer to her final destination. As the street lights illuminated the bus around her before being plunged back into the dim lighting, her mind was brought back to the dark, dingey booth she had just left behind.
The dark dirty floor, the smell of sweat, the taste of cum on her lips...
The thought sent shivers up her spine as she still felt the stranger's warm, thick load in her stomach. A random hookup at a glory hole had been a long-time fantasy of the shy brunette but she never believed it would actually happen to her. Brooke was normally a timid girl with little experience with men, and that's why the idea of a glory hole appealed to her so much; it allowed her to be wild and as carefree as she wanted, with the anonymity befitting an introvert. When she discovered Teaz, the sex shop just a short bus ride from her house, on the forum mysterymeet.com she was immediately hooked. The next morning she had decided to go and check out the store for herself; never intending on actually going through with... that.
Even with no intention to actually participate in events that she loved to watch in those videos, she ended up on her knees with her throat being abused by a strange older man. Then again, Brooke couldn't be sure he was an older man; it could have been someone her age. Maybe someone from school, a neighbor, or even a friend? The thought of that excited her more than just being a stranger, someone she knew and talked to every day could have been the one to cover her face and fill her stomach and neither of them would ever know. Now that she had finally fulfilled this fantasy, she felt both satisfied and unlike her stomach, a little empty. Even though that sense of fulfillment with doing something so unlike her made her feel as light as a feather, knowing that it was just... over gave her a feeling of disappointment. It was such a wild, erotic experience that knowing she may never get that opportunity again all but took that feeling of lightness away.
The bus arrived at McArthur Street, a block away from her house and she quickly hurried past the bus driver, doing her best to avoid eye contact. Her eyes never left her feet the entire way home, as she rushed up the front steps and tried to close the door as quietly as she could to avoid alerting her parents. Unfortunately, they had been waiting for her too.
"Hey sweetie, you're back late!" her mom called out from the living room where she was curled up on the couch with a book. "Your dad was called in for a double tonight so I thought we could have some girl time together?"
Brooke's stomach dropped to the floor as she quickly kicked her shoes off and dropped her bag, rushing past the living room and calling out, "Hey Mom I'd love to! Sorry, got caught up on a project with Leah and totally lost track of time. I'm just going to change and then I'll be back!"
Before her mother could respond she already began making her way up the stairs, praying that she was in the clear. Brooke closed her bedroom door behind herself, letting out a sigh of relief. She began to undo her blouse, peeling the fabric off of her sticky skin and tossing it in her laundry basket with a frown.
"God... that's going to be a pain to wash.." she thought. Sliding her skirt off and tossing it into the basket along with her blouse, Brooke strolled into her en suite bathroom and inspected herself in the mirror. Her light brown hair was slightly disheveled, cum still caked to her face and body along with slightly smeared makeup made her even more glad she didn't stop to have a prolonged conversation with her mother. A feeling of panic overtook her at the sight, "Oh my God... did people actually see me looking like this?!"
Brooke started the shower and climbed into the steaming hot water, slowly scrubbing herself down and washing her hair. The moment the water hit her face, she was back in the booth; the hot cum splashing across her and covering her body. This time, however, she was fully naked, and it wasn't just one cock but dozens. The thought of it sent an electric jolt down her spine, with a tingling sensation coursing through the rest of her body. Pressing one palm against the tiled walls and hanging her head, Brooke sighed and let the steaming hot water pour down her, with her free hand slowly massaging the soap into her body. As her hand slowly made its way down her body, the tingling sensation began to overtake her; the culmination of emotions, fear, disgust, and arousal boiling over.
With her hand sliding between her legs, both the negative and positive emotions blended together into an animalistic longing. The thought of washing her cum soaked body quickly vanished, as she began to rub herself gently, a slender finger teasing her clit as her other hand braced against the wall. The image of that thick, sweaty cock pushing roughly down her throat alone drove Brooke wild, pushing a finger deep into her wet, sensitive pussy. Curling a finger to stroke her g-spot with her thumb roughly rubbing her clit, she let out a loud moan. Thankfully it was drowned out by the rushing water, and with that knowledge, she continued to pleasure herself as much as she could.
The musky scent of the stranger still penetrated her imagination as Brooke felt the pressure building up within her body. Pushing a second finger deep inside of herself, she was desperate to feel the same release she was deprived of just hours earlier. Dropping down to her knees in the hot water, Brooke finally gave in to the immense pleasure overtaking her as she moaned loudly; as she clenched around her fingers. Cumming hard, she felt the warmth dripping down her quivering thighs; the feeling becoming more intense as she slowly slid her fingers out of her sensitive pussy. With her breath still labored, she carefully got back up to her feet, bringing her fingers up to her lips to gently suck them clean.
I've already done enough to be ashamed of... what's one more thing to add to the list?" she thought, a tinge of regret coming over her as she tasted her cum soaked fingers. Once they were sufficiently cleaned, she continued washing up and eventually climbed out of the shower. With everything that had happened during the day, Brooke was exhausted and decided to dry off and call it an early night. But first, she needed to deal with her mother. As she got dressed in a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top, her light brown hair pulled up into a messy bun to keep her still damp hair from getting her clothes wet, Brooke poked her head out of the door and called out.
"Hey, Mom... I'm actually going to turn in a bit early. I'm exhausted from school today." she said, biting her lip hopefully, praying that her mother didn't push her on the subject. "Just a bit of cramming today so my brain feels like it's going to explode haha..."
"Oh, you sure honey? You haven't even eaten yet..." Brooke's mom called back, the sound of worry in her voice.
"Oh if only you knew how much I had to eat..." she thought, laughing quietly. "It's okay Mom, I'll just need to have an extra big breakfast tomorrow! Goodnight!"
"Goodnight sweetie," she called back before Brooke quickly closed the door and crawled into bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she stared at the dark ceiling above her. Even with the danger that could have come with that dingy place, the appeal of it vastly outweighed the risk. Brooke was surprised at how much she enjoyed the anonymity behind it. It really was the perfect way to express her sexuality without the fears that came with her social anxiety, being able to do and be whatever and whoever she wanted, when she wanted to do those things. Even with how much she enjoyed it, she knew that it could only be a one-time thing; it had to be a one-time thing. For tonight, Brooke would relish the experience and enjoy every memory that came with it, and for tomorrow, she would go back to being the repressed and quiet good girl that everyone expected her to be.
