I was in a relationship with a former work colleague for about 8 months . This was about 5 years ago.
I'd always liked her and we flirted for quite a long time before anything happened.
She was a dark haired cutie with pale skin and never wore any make-up which I always liked. Her best physical feature was her fantastic behind which was always well displayed by the tight pants she wore every day.
I never missed the opportunity to grab a good, long look at work and it would trigger many a fantasy once I went home for the day.
It also so happened that the restrooms in this workplace were unisex and one afternoon, I needed to take a quick bathroom break but actually saw Rebecca go in there just before me, so I waited.
Assuming she was probably in there for a pee, I tried again about 5 minutes later but to my surprise, the cubicle door was still locked when I entered, so I turned away yet again.
Hmmmm, I thought, she must be in there for a "number 2".
My mind and heart suddenly started racing when I thought about what was going on in there.
Waiting a few more minutes, I noticed Rebecca finally emerge from the bathroom and scurry back to her desk.
I wasted no time and made my way into the bathroom as I was well "in need" by now.
Immediately, I could tell that the air freshener had been sprayed around the cubicle and not only had Rebecca left the toilet seat up, but there was a lovely light brown skidmark in the bottom of the toilet bowl.
My heart was thumping as I tried to urinate, but I just couldn't. My mind was racing with dirty thoughts of Rebecca having been in here just a few minutes ago and emptying her bowels.
I imagined her bare white buttocks on the toilet seat, pretty knickers around her knees, pubic hair exposed and all the lovely feminine grunting and groaning going on as she pushed the waste out of her body and finally as she reached across for the toilet paper to start wiping her anus clean.
In a perfect world, I would have stayed there for 10 minutes and masturbated while my imagination ran wild to thoughts of Rebecca sitting on the toilet and doing her smelly business. Looking down at the brown skidmark helped and I made sure I rubbed my hand on the toilet seat before I left.
These were seriously dirty thoughts but I masturbated endlessly on what I experienced this day for a long time.
I continued much flirting with Rebecca every time we worked together, of course never letting on about what I experienced that day in the bathroom after she had been in there.
My imagination was something I could always keep to myself.
Eventually, I did get a golden opportunity with Rebecca and we went on a date.
We ended up back at my place and to my incredible delight, Rebecca stayed the night and this was the beginning of our relationship.
For about the first month of seeing each other we didn't even have proper sex. Rebecca made it clear she didn't want to rush it and because I liked her so much, I was happy to go along with it.
We did a lot of mutual masturbation, I rubbed and licked her through her panties and Rebecca proved herself a master (mistress) of an exquisite hand job!
I love pubic hair (hate girls without it) and fortunately I did enough playing around with her panties down there that I could feel she had a tidy bushy triangle!