I had spent the entire day with a desire burning deep inside me, growing more intense and harder to ignore as the seconds ticked by. My thoughts started to wander, thinking about hands on my bare skin, touching me in the way I so desperately wanted; caressing me in the most sensitive and pleasure-giving places. These thoughts and feelings built until I couldn't take it anymore.
With the woman who I share the room with in her bed, just five feet away from my own, I couldn't satisfy myself here. I racked my brain for anywhere else I could possibly go, and it hit me. There was one place, so private, that I'd never be bothered: the bathroom in the basement of my dorm building.
I went into the elevator and travelled the couple yards downward, the seconds ticking by tortured me as I went, seeming to go on forever. I waited impatiently, and practically ran out of the elevator and into the bathroom to my right. I locked the door behind me, and went into the stall within, locking it too.
I removed my clothes and laid on the floor, not even caring about who may have been in there before me, so focused on what I was about to do.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let my mind wander. I started to imagine that I was in another kind of bathroom, one where I could go into a stall, lay on a table, and stick my ass through, my needy pussy ready to be used by a horny stranger on the other side.
As I started to fantasize, I brought my right hand up to one of my DDD breasts and squeezed it roughly, enjoying the pleasure-pain. Eventually my hand wandered its way down my stomach and to my needy little hole.