Elizabeth had enjoyed the evening, chit-chatting with some acquaintances at her favorite dyke bar, Sappho's Lounge (known as Sappho's Clit Lounge to those in the know). She'd had a few drinks and was now ready to head home, cleaning up in the washroom after having taken a piss and a shit.
As she was finishing up, a woman walked into the restroom, a petite dyke, maybe in her early thirties, maybe younger, maybe a little older, a wisp of a thing. She was dressed in jeans and a loose flannel shirt and headed into one of the stalls. Elizabeth's senses now keenly alerted, she listened as the woman pulled down her jeans and set her bare ass down on the toilet seat. Elizabeth turned the water off and started drying her hands, now able to hear everything that transpired in the stall. She waited a few moments and then the expected sound, the "whiz" of urination as the woman seems to release a powerful stream, pissing up a storm. Probably had her share of beers and now was happily relieving herself. Elizabeth had long had something of a fetish for listening in on women and girls who entered toilet stalls to relieve themselves, sometimes lingering at wash basins so she could savor all the sounds and, often, the smells. And so she waited to see whether this would be just a one chapter toilet visit, or if there was a second chapter.
She smiled to herself as she heard the woman in the stall grunt softly, straining a bit. She knew just what that meant, a glorious shit was about to unfold behind the closed door of that stall. And then she heard a loud thud and splash and Elizabeth was experienced enough listening in on such details to guess that the woman in the stall had probably just squeezed out a substantial log. Soon there was a little more straining, then a soft sigh of almost relief and an even softer, and very distinctive sound of what she knew was a long turd passing through an anus. And then a moment later another thud and splash. To Elizabeth's amazement, all this was repeated another three or four times. It seemed the shit the woman was taking was just as substantial as the piss that preceded it.
And then fresh sounds. The sound of a roll of toilet paper unspooling, toilet tissue clumped up, and then the wiping, first front, then rear. And then the standing up, the pulling up of jeans and the zipping up. And, finally, the flushing.
Now Elizabeth quickly took out her lipstick, pretending to still be making herself up. After all, the woman undoubtedly had noticed Elizabeth by the wash basins when she entered the stall.
"I hope I didn't make too much noise in there," the woman said.
"Oh no, not at all. Any noise that signals relief is a welcome noise, don't you think? Sometimes peeing and shitting can feel almost as good as sex," Elizabeth said, as the woman smiled knowingly.
"I agree. There's nothing like a good crap when you feel the need, one that really empties you out and leaves you feeling so content and relaxed," the woman said.
"You sound like a woman after my own heart. Or should I say after my own... shithole!" Elizabeth said as both women chuckled easily.
"We'll have to explore our common interest some more another time. By the way I'm Denise."
"And I'm Elizabeth. What are you doing Friday night, Denise?"
"I'm not doing anything."
"Why don't we meet here, around eight. Have a drink or two."
"Sounds like a plan," Denise said, looking Elizabeth straight in the eye.
"And how about that whole day we don't pee or shit, we come here nice and full?".
"Mmmh, I do like the sound of that. Full bladders and full rectums, nice and packed, huh?"
"That's right. And then we can take care of our toilet needs together," Elizabeth said, running a fingertip across Denise's cheek.
"I like the sound of that even better, Elizabeth," Denise purred, reaching down brazenly to give Elizabeth a little squeeze between the legs.
Just then a woman entered the restroom, actually more a girl, a college-aged girl, a cute blonde pixie with a ponytail. Elizabeth and Denise both looked over to eyeball her, appreciating the sight as the girl entered a stall and locked the door behind her.
"The dykes coming here are getting cuter and cuter every day," Elizabeth whispered, knowing Denise would agree.
They looked at each other, then turned in the direction of the stall. A few moments of silence, and then that expected sound that brought a smile to both women's faces. The sound of... urination. As that trailed off, they waited, wondering, as Elizabeth had wondered about Denise, whether there would be more. There was, as the girl in the stall now emptied her bowels rather loudly, the vivid sound matched by a sudden vivid stench. This made the two women smile even more appreciably.
A minute later the girl flushed, left the stall and walked over to wash her hands, avoiding the women but glancing at them for the briefest flicker, blushing, looking almost apologetic. The two women stared right back at her, which made her blush even more deeply, and rush to wash her hands and leave, which she did.
Now Elizabeth looked at Denise.
"Wish she had asked me in to wipe her clean," Elizabeth said.
"I would've wiped the little bitch clean with my
tongue,
her soggy pussy
and
her dirty ass both!" Denise said, stunning Elizabeth a little, Elizabeth amazed by the pint-sized dyke's bold lewdness.
"Shall we?" Elizabeth said, waving towards's the door.
"Let's," Denise said as the two left the restroom.
That Friday Elizabeth and Denise met up at Sappho's, as planned. Elizabeth got there first, forcing herself to have a beer. though she was full to bursting. The temptation to rush to the restroom and use the toilet was overwhelming, but she resisted that desperate temptation as she eagerly waited for Denise to arrive. Soon Denise arrived, wearing a simple dress rather than her usual jeans, biting her lip and squirming a little as she rushed to join Elizabeth at the little horseshoe table, where she slid up to her.