So here I sit on Sunday morning in a red dress and slinky heels glancing at the beautiful pedicured feet and wonderfully paint toenails. Driven to brink of excitement knowing I'll never make it home heading to the bathroom. Entering a stall sitting on the toilet red lace panties at my ankles. My hands attack my wet cunt with vigor gorgeous feet dancing in my head.
My fingers parting my lips plunging deep inside me, legs spread wide, Eyes closed head back, moaning, lost in debauchery of the moment.
"Are you Okay dear?" The voice snapping me back to reality.
"Yes," I stammer.
Embarrassed, I quickly stand, pulling up my panties and adjusting my dress. Walking out of the stall seeing a tall blonde standing at the sink looking at me in the mirror smiling knowingly.
She takes my hand and leads back in the stall without saying a word. She sits on the toilet sliding her black thong off slowly removing her heels. I dropped to my knees licking and kissing her gorgeous feet gently sucking her red painted toes one by one in my warm wet mouth.
I was in heaven one my knees on the bathroom floor worshipping her beautiful feet. My eyes caught her rubbing her shaved pussy a wonderful moment between strangers at Church. Slowly working my up her smooth calves my long tongue traveling over her sweet thighs.
Teasing her smooth pussy with my long tongue parting her lips with my fingers plunging my long tongue deep inside her wet cunt. Exploring, curling my tongue listening to her moans her hands in my long red hair. I am a wild little slut to be here on my knees in the Church bathroom floor face buried in a beautiful strangers lap while she sits on the toilet.
Her moans growing louder her grip on my head becoming firmer I was pushing to the edge. Her orgasm hitting us both as her body shook and her pussy juices squirted on my face. A blonde and a squirter two of my favorite things I stayed there on my knees savoring the taste and her scent.
She stared at me with dazzling eyes stroking my long red hair.
"We better get out of here before the service ends sweetie," She said in a sweet voice.
Fixing my self in the mirror as best I could we returned to the sanctuary hall at Holy Name Cathedral taking our seats for the remainder of the service. After the service my new friend, Mary, and I walked the short distance to the Fremont for brunch. The Fremont is a Swanky, bi-level spot combining a modern American restaurant & craft-cocktail bar.
A few mimosa, great food and conversation a great Sunday morning coming down. As we sat there playing a seductive game of footsie under the table Mary told me she was forty-five a widow with two kids in college. I told her how loved to ride the train on Sunday after Church starring out the window at the Lake Michigan alone with my thoughts.