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Lucy4
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Toilet sex with self and others
I was tempted to visit the CVS again. I was drawn to that
girl, feeling something but not quite knowing what it was or
what to do about it. I decided I preferred saving her for
my mourning kick start.
I walked through the isle, not looking for anything in
particular. I wanted to carry something to the counter that
would continue the pattern of evading my own privacy with
the CVS girl. I spotted a display of small bottles of
douche, and satisfied, carried a small bottle openly to the
counter setting it down, while opening my purse and fumbling
for change.
The CVS girl made no effort to bag the bottle, leaving my
purchase there for anyone to observe. I made a small show
of moving my "nasty panties" around poking about. Roger's
spent condom also came into view and she caught it right
away.
"You don't re-use those do you?" you asked incredulously,
and loudly giving the circumstances.
"It wasn't mine, I found it still wet." I confessed this to
her softly and matter-of-factly, almost waiting to be
scolded.
The CVS girl, not quite in her twenties with dirty blond
her, chubby cheeks, and crystal blue eyes just stared at me
for a full minute, I locked my eyes to hers and tried to
project absolutely no self defense from here stare. If a
look could project vulnerability, than my look must have
done it. After the long minute, my senses were snapped back
to normal by her putting another small bottle firmly on the
counter. It was a bottle of mouthwash.
The CVS girl looked very evenly at my, say her words clearly
and deliberately. "You probably got your mouth dirty to,
didn't you?" "Didn't you?" she repeated with an almost
offended hiss.
Liquid was pooling in my panties and running out the right
panel of my panties, leaking down my thigh. I couldn't till
if I was pissing or jest lubing, but I was sure the CVS girl
was aware of it, could smell it even.
I wanted to rub my legs together. I wished I could stop the
clock and crawl into my "nasty panties", the moment was so
ripe. "Yes." "Thank...thank you." I stammered.
She handed me my change, pushing firmly into my palm,
keeping her eyes on mine all the time. There was a
delicious cruel streak in her young face. She had just that
certain squint and turn of the lip, like that of a mean
child tormenting another when no-one is watching.
"Bring me something tomorrow." she whispered firmly. Then
as I was about to leave, she caught my attention again,
"Wait, come closer." She was visibly thrilled with this
spontaneous power she found she had over me. "Here." she
said with a mean smirk, picking her gum out her mouth with
thumb and index finger and holding it out to me.
I stared at it dumbly, seeing her saliva shining on the
rough surface, my nostrils flared with rapid breathing. I
took it from her and plucked it into my mouth. I met her
eyes as I chewed, knowing this act was conveying the basis
of our any relationship that might come to pass.
"Come up to my counter at lunch time." she said, nodding a
dismissal.
I rushed to work in a frenzy. Going to the ladies room
immediately, I fished my "nasty panties" from the baggy and
held them over my mouth and nose, as though I needed oxygen.
Squeezing my thighs, I concentrated on remembering every
shameful act I had committed in the past two days. I didn't
cum, I just wanted to feel wanton, wanted to be hunger for
cumming. I lifted my skirt and slip and forced my hand into
the top of my pantyhose and panties, pushing my "nasty
panties down to my soaked slit. I rubbed them into my cunt
thoroughly sponging my cunt lube into the panties while
soaking the back of my hand in the liquid ooze that lay in
the crotch of the light blue panties I was wearing.
Pulling my hand back, careful not to smear my hand or
panties, I put the panties in their gross baggy, while
loudly lapping my juices from the back of my hand.
Smacking my lips, I straitened my clothes, and went about my
normal office routine. On my desk, I found a sealed
envelope with Marie's writing on it "To Lucy" it said.
I slit the envelope and removed the friendship card, folding
it open and reading;
"Dear Lucy. Thank you for your considerate 'picking up'.
I can't tell you how grateful I am for not making a scene.
You must think I'm awful to do what you know I did. I can't
explain what happened but please know, I'm sorry. I hope
you'll keep my secret, I love you for it. Love, Marie"
I folded the card put it in my purse. When Marie came by
predictably saying hello tentatively, I acted as though
nothing happened. She smiled embarrassingly and went about
her duties.
I left for lunch at 11:30 sharp, burning with curiosity
about the CVS girl had in mind. I waited in line at her
register, until finally facing her, red faced and fidgety.
She couldn't do too much I thought, given the people behind
me and next to me at the next register, manned now by a
slightly older woman.
"What was that, I couldn't here you." she said, leaning her
ear close to my lips and then pulling back as though
shocked. She reached under the counter and brought out an
eight inch long white plastic vibrator and put it squarely
on the counter for all to see.
I was glowing red. I started leaking pleasurable while
glancing about, meeting the embarrassed looks from the
people privy to my supposed purchase. Leaning forward again
to hear another fake whisper, she giggled and placed and jar
of Vaseline and a box of ribbed condoms on the counter,
saying load enough for anyone who hadn't seen the events so
far to look, "Are you sure you don't want a bag miss?"
I fumbled in my purse, truly embarrassed, dropping the box
of condoms that had been in my purse already, humiliated
beyond my dreams, I picked up my condoms, gathered the items
from the counter and handed my tormentor a twenty dollar
bill.
She finished ringing the sale, and handed me my change,
whispering, "Don't forget, bring me something." I left,
rushing to the Omni across the street, impatiently going up
the escalator and went into the ladies room. Closing the
door to the stall behind me, I didn't even want to take the
time to pull my dress up and underthings down. I quickly
yanked my "nasty panties" from their baggy and folding them
with the crotch facing up, stuffed down the front of by
clothing into my crotch, leaving them there to soak the
cream from both my cunt above them, and my thoroughly soaked
panties below them. Pulling my hand out, I tugged the
waistband of my light blue panties up as tight as I could,
feeling the pull into the crack of my ass and pulling my
stained "nasty panties" even tighter into my wet slit.
I left, walking rather stiffly at first. Riding down the
escalator, remembering by thoughts a few days ago, I felt
that same urge to expose my current nastiness. I wanted to
lift my skirt and slip and point to the stinky yellow
clothed stuffed into my dank blue panties, I wanted to empty
my purse in front of every one going up opposite me.
But I just held the railing, primly stepping off at the
bottom feeling the excess wet material chaffing my upper
thighs.
I returned to the office with a deli sandwich and coffee and
finished lunch at my desk. As I ate I noticed the smell
coming from under my desk was too much to hide, so I visited
the ladies room, pulling down my pantyhose and panties and
peeling my gross yellow keepsake away from my slit, fingered
myself to a small but intense cum. Licking my fingers, I
then put my "nasty panties" in the baggy, and reached down
to pull up my panties.
Remember the CVS girls request, I grinned to myself, as I
reached into my purse and opened the box of ribbed condoms.
I unrolled it, then holding it by its reinforced ring
brought it to my lips and blew into it, surprised at how
easily it expanded.
Once I had it loosened, I held the rim open to a square the
thumb and index finger of both hands, and straining my
abdomen forward as far as I could, lowered the condom
opening to my cunt and pissed in it.
It was absolutely lewd to piss standing up like that. I
loved it in spite of the few drops the spilled down on my
legs and panties.
I quick tied the rubber closed, and hefted to small bubble
of two maybe three ounces of urine in my hand, wiping what
few drops missed and landed on the outside away with the
other hand then smiling, brought the dirty water balloon to
my lips and sucked it into my mouth like a lump of jello.
I rolled it around my mouth, loving the heat it retained,
almost gagging once when I let it slip too far towards the
back of my throat, then spit it back onto my hand. I rolled
it around until it dried, then put it in the pocket of my
jacket while I opened the baggy and removed my yellow
panties again to sponge the spilled piss from my legs. I
put the panties and the filled condom into the baggy, and
bent down, putting my face into the rim of the toilet for my
nasty pleasure while finding the waistbands of my
underthings and rose, pulling them up. Straightening my
clothes, I went about my duties until it was time to go
home.
Marie came by my desk around two-thirty, testing for a
reaction to her note. I knew my silence was driving her
crazy, but I didn't want to commit to a conversation until I
know how I wanted to steer the situation. For now, the CVS
girl and my increasingly bizarre appetites were all I could
handle.
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