Tory was about the horniest she could remember ever being when she pulled up to the service station. For one reason or another, she hadn't done any fucking in almost two weeks, and the situation was exacerbated when she sat on the lumpy car seat and drove on the old, pot-holed road. Every bump or hole she hit drove something against her needy pussy and, by the time she had been driving for an hour, she desperately needed to do something for relief. She needed gasoline also, but, mostly, she wanted to stop in the modern, new service station and use the restroom, so she could sit down and play with her clit until she climaxed.
Once she got into the last stall in the ladies' rest room, with the door locked, she breathed a sigh of relief at finally being able to satisfy her needs. With her skirt hiked up above her hips, Tory pulled her panties down around her thighs, sat on the toilet and scuffed off her shoes. Once her ass was settled, with her pussy hanging over the front of the seat where she could reach it easily, she pulled the panties off the rest of the way and stuffed them into her purse. She might put them back on before she went back to her car, but probably not.
From the anticipation, her pussy was already dripping wet, so Tory rubbed some of the fluid onto the tips of the thumb and index finger of her right hand. Carefully using them to pinch her clit between two folds of her lips, she started slowly stroking up and down. It felt good enough, and she knew she would cum from the action, but it was not as satisfactory as she would have liked. What she really wanted was a big, hard cock or, failing that, a big dildo or vibrator.
She had been in such a hurry to get into the rest room stall and get her panties off that Tory hadn't paid much attention to the interior of the stall before sitting down. However, once her fingers got to fondling her clit at a good tempo, she looked around. To her right, and just in front of her was a hole in the wall, about two inches across. She knew she was in the last stall in the ladies' room, and on the other side of the partition was the men's room. That meant that there could well be some unknown slimy bastard on the other side, peeking through the hole and watching her as she played with her pussy. A quick burst of embarrassment turned her normally freckled white face pink, but that possibility was not enough to deter her from what she needed to do. Tory's fingers continued their slow stroking of her clit.
"What kind of a pervert," she asked herself, "peeps through a hole in the wall to look at a woman sitting on the toilet?"
She hadn't spoken aloud, but someone responded to her anyhow. "Would you like something better than your fingers?" a soft masculine voice hoarsely whispered to her.
When she heard him, Tory realized it was a glory hole, not just a peep hole. She didn't recognize the voice, which was not surprising, since she had never been in this service station before. The speaker sounded like an African American, probably about her age, which was thirty years old. Whatever or whoever he was, he was a man, and almost certainly had something to offer that would be a lot more fun than her fingers.
"Have you got something better?" she asked the unseen man.
There was no verbal response, but the man on the other side of the partition answered her question by thrusting his dark brown cock through the hole. It was big and hard, just the kind that Tory had been wishing for while she sat playing with her clit. To her, as she gazed lustfully at the unknown man's erection, it was as welcome as a long, thick chocolate bar would have been to a chocoholic. The problem was that the handsome cock was not encased in a condom. Tory had no wish to become pregnant or to contract AIDS or some STD from such a casual encounter as she was about to start having.
"Don't you have a rubber?" she asked the owner of the cock.
"No. I don't like to use them." He was whispering, but Tory didn't bother. There was nobody else in her rest room anyhow.