This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received as I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story depicts sex between colleagues, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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It was a pleasant feeling knowing that Mark had got all the essential one-to-ones out of the way and the rest of the morning, and this afternoon was effectively his to prioritise what was done when. He nipped to the toilets before making a decision.
It always struck him as unusual how his office had the toilets organised. When he was at a various customer sites the male and female toilets were almost always split, in some cases on different sides of a building. But his company had been at pains to spell out that someone was paid or promoted on merit rather than gender and that had been extended to the toilets which were unisex being set out for either sex to use, even as far as the sanitary products available in all the cubicles. At least with their large solid floor to ceiling doors, other occupants were spared the noises and smells from other cubicles.
Mark was pre-occupied with his decision on priorities and absentmindedly tried the first toilet door. It was locked and so proceed to the next along which opened for him to take one step inside. He was then routed to the spot. The cubicle was already occupied but it wasn't being used in the usual way. The occupant was Jasmin, a young Asian girl that worked in the admin section. She was very pretty, tall and a lean build with long flowing dark hair that swished around when she walked around.
What was so unusual was that she was sat on the toilet with her head leant back, one leg hiked up and wide so that her foot could rest on the vanity unit, her skirt was bunched around her mid-section, and she was working two fingers in and out of her pussy at an impressive rate, the intruding digits were slick with her juices. It took a few heartbeats for her to realise she had been disturbed and when she did, she gasped and desperately tried to bring her leg down and cover up.
At that point Mark could hear someone else approaching the toilet block and was presented with a dilemma, should he duck out and risk the new person repeating the same mistake or quickly close the door behind him to spare the young girl any further embarrassment. He decided on the latter and so quickly shot the bolt while looking at Jasmin with his finger to his lips. She was busily rearranging herself while muttering "Oh god, I'm so embarrassed" at the same point as shaking her head.
Mark turned back to her and said in a low voice "Really. It's okay".
She looked aghast and quickly replied "How can being found like that be okay" and repeated "Oh god, I'm so embarrassed".
Mark held his hands open, palms facing her "Look, no-one's hurt. The only two people who know are me and you. I certainly won't be telling anyone and am pretty sure that you won't either." Jasmin then sank her head in her hands and started to cry. Thankfully the cubicle had enough room to her side and in front of the vanity unit for Mark to crouch down beside her and put his arm around her so he could comfort her until her sobbing had ceased.
Mark was trying to decide what he could say to placate the young woman and so tried a bit of flattery "Look it's only natural. Lots of people do it. If it's any consolation, based on the brief view I had, I think you looked incredibly sexy and probably weren't that far away from coming". Jasmin, while still wide eyed, simply nodded and so he ventured a further "I suggest you complete what you started. Although I could happily step out once the coast is clear, I'd much rather you just resume with me being the voyeur. Go on, it really is okay".
Mark didn't think she'd go for it in a month of Sundays, but she still wore a stunned look on her face as she tentatively bunch her skirt together. Jasmin was looking at him straight in the eyes to gauge his reaction and so Mark nodded, prompting her to pull it higher. Once her pussy was exposed, he said quietly "That's it, now sit forward on the seat and I can get a better look". Again, he never thought she would go for it and was surprised once again when she followed his direction. This emboldened him to prompt her more "Go on, reach down with your fingers and stroke it for me" maintaining his hushed voice.
Jasmin seemed transfixed by his rich deep voice and did as he asked; she gasped as her fingertips made contact with her clitoris which extended back to full size. It was a thing of beauty standing proud from its hood and a pinkish brown compared to the rest of her skin. The picture was framed by a triangle of neatly clipped pubic hair and Mark was mesmerised as her silver painted nails scraped over the extended nub, rubbing the sensitive flesh.
She then gasped and tilted her head back, wrapped up in the moment. On the spur of the moment Mark knelt down before her, craned his neck forward and racked his extended tongue against the fleshy nub. Jasmin's head snapped back down showing her wide-eyed shock. She was about to protest but the way he curled his tongue around her clit and labia combined with how close she was to coming prevented her from saying anything and instead just crammed her balled fist in her mouth as she gave a muffled cry, her pussy clenched tight, and her clit started to pulse and jump under Mark's tongue.
