Lesbian Sex In The Ladies Toilet
I was 18 and a first year at university when I first realised that I might have some bi-curious tendencies somewhere deep in my psyche. I first encountered Marina during freshers’ week. She was a tall, shapely blonde with large firm breasts that seemed to be yearning for release from her tight pink top. I couldn’t help but feel a nice little stirring in my sex at the sight of the skintight black miniskirt that revealed most of her long, tanned legs.
Over the next two years, Marina and I had several lectures together, but we never actually met, although occasionally we would exchange a glance when passing each other in a corridor. But I did become aware of her well-developed reputation for sharing her assets with both sexes, as well as for her outrageous outfits, which always seemed more suited to a lapdancing club than a lecture theatre.
It was one of those outfits which lured me into the ladies’ one day during our senior year. On my way to a tutorial, I noticed that the door to the ladies’ wasn’t quite closed. Glancing in, I saw Marina standing with one foot propped up on the sink, adjusting the buckle of her shoe. My eyes followed the white hold-up stockings up her shapely legs to the hem of her very tight grey skirt. That skirt was pulled so high that I thought I caught a glimpse of auburn curls at her crotch, and just the thought of that made me stop and sneak into the ladies’.
Marina peered at me out of the corner of her eye and brought her leg down from the sink. She turned her back to me and bent over slowly to get her bag, her feet wide apart. The auburn curls reappeared as her skirt rose up at the back, this time more blatantly obvious.
Marina looked over her shoulder to see if I was looking, as indeed I was. She smiled slyly and slid her legs apart even more. I felt myself blush and ducked quickly into a cubicle to hide. I heard a soft laugh, then the click of her shoes as she made her way to the door — or at least that’s where I thought she was going.
I came out of the cubicle and moved to the sink, letting out the breath I hadn’t even known I’d been holding. That breath caught in my throat, however, when I spied the crumpled pink shirt dangling from the edge of the sink — Marina’s shirt. I picked it up gingerly, wondering what was up.
‘So that’s where I put it,’ came a husky voice, and I whipped around to see Mari¬na, standing in the small space between the last cubicle and the tiled toilet wall. She stood half bent over, her hands on her slender thighs, adjusting the tops of her stockings. My eyes travelled up her firm stomach to her full breasts, now fully exposed, since her shirt was in my hand and she obviously hadn’t been wearing a bra. My mouth watered at the sight of her milk chocolate-coloured nipples, hard and high, set on her tight breasts. She smiled, cocking her head to one side. ‘Like what you see?’ she asked. I nodded dumbly and took a step toward her, my arm out¬stretched in a feeble attempt to return her shirt. She batted it away and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer.
I looked over my shoulder, not sure at this point if I was dreaming or not. ‘It’s just you and me,’ Marina breathed in my ear. She reached out with her other hand and trailed a long red fingernail from the hollow of my neck to my chin. Then she tilted her head toward me and pressed her glossy lips against mine.
I murmured in response, and felt her hot tongue slide between my lips. I felt myself melting inside. Breaking the kiss, Marina ran her hands down the front of my shirt and pulled it up over my head and off. I was lost now. Boldly, I kissed her soft neck, then moved down, eager to taste her succulent tits. I took one in my mouth and sucked lightly, running my tongue over the nipple, feeling all its delicate nooks and crannies. She moaned in response and tangled her hands in my hair. She pushed my head further south, and I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her tiny skirt up around her waist. Her pussy glistened in the harsh fluorescent lights, and I found myself unable to hold back.
I parted her lips and ran my tongue over the length of her cunt, savouring the taste of my very first pussy. I paused briefly when my tongue touched her stiff clit. She yelped and pushed hard on the back of my head. I moved my tongue in little circles and then gathered her love bud in my mouth, suckling it and running my teeth over it lightly. I reached up and rolled that button between my fingers while I explored her lips and hole with my tongue. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it inside her, making her cry out. Her juices covered my lips and chin as I tasted her.
I turned my head to kiss and lick her thighs, then returned to her delicious snatch. I started sucking her clit once again, feeling the tension build up in her body. Her moans became louder and more fervent. She thrust her hips toward my mouth and I sucked her even more greedily. Then with a grateful, high-pitched cry of release, she came hard. Her hips bucked and I felt her knees beginning to tremble.
I slid two fingers inside her pussy, keeping her upright. She cried out with pleasure, and I could only hope there was no one wandering along the corridor out¬side the bathroom. But I forgot about eve-rything else as she began to move up and down on my fingers. She was still quiver¬ing from her first climax, but the tension was already building again. I matched her movements with mine, sliding my fingers out and then shoving them back in harder and harder, until her entire body shook with orgasm. I slowed my movements and then pulled away from her, backing off my knees and sitting down on the floor.
Marina slid down the wall and sighed loudly, her eyes closing as her head fell back. Then, suddenly, her bright blue eyes popped open and she pushed her¬self forward, crouching on all fours like a wild animal. ‘Now it’s your turn,’ she said in a breathy voice. She lunged across the space between us and pushed me down flat on the floor.
Pressing her mouth hard against mine, she licked the remnants of her juices from my lips and chin. Her fingers slid the straps of my bra down off my shoulders, and soon her mouth followed. I let out a long, low moan as I felt my nipple harden against her hot, wet tongue. My heart danced at the thought of where else that tongue might venture.
As if reading my mind, Marina hurriedly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. Unlike her, I was wearing panties.
She bent down until her nose almost touched the yellow silk, then ran one fin¬ger teasingly down the length of my slit, through the panties. My back arched and I pushed against her fingers, urging her on. With one swift, fluid movement, she put her hands on either side of my hips and tore the panties from my body.
My muscles clenched as I felt the cool air hit my dripping pussy. Without hesita¬tion, Marina thrust one slender finger deep inside me, making me howl with pleasure. As she slowly retracted her finger, I felt her tongue on my clit, massaging it in little circles. I put my hands in her curly blonde hair and pulled her face deeper into my cunt. She moaned hungrily and her tongue slithered down to the outside of my hole, hovering there maddeningly. ‘Fuck me with your tongue!’ I begged.
She laughed mercilessly and began to run her tongue and lips lightly over my opening, never quite moving inside. Just when I thought I could stand it no longer, she reached under me and grabbed my arse, at the same time shoving the length of her tongue deep inside me. Quickly she pulled it out, only to thrust it in again, fucking me with her expert mouth.
Her thumb found my clit and rubbed furiously. My climax inched ever closer, but just as I was on the verge of sweet release, she pulled away, leaving me gasping. She sat up on her knees, shift¬ing her weight to straddle my right leg. Then she lifted my leg, sliding her knees apart and moving upward until her shaven pussy was pressed tightly against mine.
She started to rock gently, spreading me open wider until our hardened clits hit each other. This made us both cry out, and I began to match her hip movements with my own. Marina started thrusting faster, and my climax started to build once again. Just as she began to come yet another time, I felt my body tremble and let go with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.
Marina threw her head back and let out a satisfied sigh. I could feel our combined juices, hot and sticky on my thighs. Then slowly she climbed off me and pulled her clothes back on. I followed, and just as we were finishing the bell rang and startled both of us. She ran over to me and kissed me one last time, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I could taste myself still linger¬ing there. I reached between her legs to pet her slippery pussy once more. She broke our kiss, bringing my fingers to her mouth and licking them clean. Then she smiled mischievously and said, ‘See you later.’ And she was gone, just as a bunch of girls began coming in to check their make-up between lectures.
Marina dropped out of university mys¬teriously soon after that. But every time I passed that toilet I would feel the same little twinge in my groin. Sometimes I would even look in just to see if she was there. But I never saw her again.