There are nights at The Fox when there are not enough loos. Like the Fridays when there is a crowd in for karaoke and I seem to drink lager without restraint, knowing I have Saturday to sleep it off. But there are simply not enough loos. I decided against joining the queue in the ladies, hung about impatiently by the single cubicle in the gender neutral loo and…well I didn’t want to but needs must.
I stood at the urinal, hitched up my skirt, slid my panties to the side and took my cock in my hand. I looked around, wondering if anyone was watching, not that this should really have been a problem. I finished, shook the drops of the end of my member, and was about to tuck it away, out of sight, when I felt a hand grip my right shoulder firmly. I spun round, my cock still hanging out of my panties.
“Hello” she said and smiled a smile that I thought wasn’t without a hint of malice. She was just a little bit smaller than me notwithstanding that I was still standing on the step of the urinal. She was, I guessed, in her early twenties, had short blonde hair, wore jeans and a white t shirt.
“Hello” I replied gormlessly, suddenly acutely aware that my cock was dangling in front of me and my skirt was still hitched up.
“I’m Roo” she said, “and I want to make out with you.”
“With me?” I looked down at my cock which was by now quite hard and rising to the horizontal.
“Yes you. “
She stepped forward and began to knead my breasts. She whispered in my ear
“Is it OK if I call you a shemale I mean I know it’s not quite the… but it makes me horny, the whole idea. That’s why I want to make out with you. What’s your name?”
“Celine” I lied. I was sure she didn’t believe me, but she said nothing.
At that moment the cubicle door finally opened, a couple hurried past, avoiding eye contact and Roo steered make into it. She locked the door and squeezed past me to the toilet. She closed the lid and sat down.
I took a step towards her. I was still rock hard and my bellend was glistening with precome.
I took my cock in my hand and asked,
“Do you want to blow me? I would enjoy that.”
“Not really darling, I’m a lesbian, remember? No, you’re going to pleasure me.”
She pulled her jeans down, moved her knickers to the side.
“Get on your knees and move in real close.”
Her lady garden was completely shaven except for 2 thin strips down each side of the labia. I kissed it, I smelt it and, even before she told me what to do, I began to lick, moving upwards until I reach her clit, felt it stiff and engorged, and I licked and flicked my tongue at it, like a snake sniffing the air for her prey. I put a finger inside her, felt the wetness, the warmth, the dilation that was just inviting me to put more fingers in, then the hand which I clenched into a fist.
Excited by the wet, the smell that overwhelmed my senses, I worked my tongue harder and harder until I felt her stiffen, arch her back and come with a scream that she quickly stifled with her left hand.
“Shit” she said , and started to giggle. “we’ll have somebody in here!”
I sat back on my legs, panting. I was happy that I had made Roo come quickly but what about me?
“What about me?” I asked, more in hope than expectation.
“Now you are going to masturbate for me Celine. Stand against the wall so that I can get a good view.”
This bit was easy. I had been on the edge for so long that I craved the release. I tried to slow down, holding my orgasm back until Roo was ready to come with me. She sat astride the toilet bowl, a finger up her vagina, her thumb deftly working her clit. I watched intently, silently repeating words of adoration, thanks too to whichever deity of debauchery had sent her my way.
“Come if you want” she said. “I’m just about there.”
We came together, Roo with a load sigh, me with a groan of overdue relief. She pulled a clean pair of panties from her pocket and held it so that my come would go glug glugging over it.
“My mother keeps banging on about me doing it with a man. She probably thinks it’s a cure. So I am going to show her this as proof that I have, and tell her it was rubbish……with a man that is. With a lovely shemale it was amazing. Thank you.”
She kissed me gently on the lips and pulled up her jeans as I rearranged my skirt. She unlocked the door and pushed me out of the cubicle.
“Come on Celine, let’s go and join the karaoke. I know what I want to sing.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“I Want Your Sex.”
We both laughed.
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