But I wasn’t worried about any of that stuff now. I was completely naked in this placed and my entire body felt… sensual. I wasn’t even thinking about the hole in the stall. Now I was just feeling the ability to have sexual thoughts and feelings outside the narrow confines of my computer room. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They flittered over my breasts, across my belly, down my legs, through my hair, over my ass. I squeezed myself, I stroked myself, and I just reveled in it.
But I never touched my cock, I just kept letting the tension build up high and higher in my body. My cock ached and my balls felt heavy against my legs. But I resisted. I just kept rubbing my body. I even took my breast in my hand and pulled it up to my mouth, sucking on it and loving the way the hot warmth of my mouth felt on my skin.
I felt absolutely electric. I can’t explain it; I know it doesn’t make sense. Eventually, I even bit my lip to keep from moaning. I was so caught up in the excitement of being in this spot, being naked, enjoying my body, and finally feeling a sexual release of some sort after months of anxiety, that I almost forgot why I was actually there. Then I heard, clearly over the silence of my stall, three long taps on the bathroom stall. I stopped moving entirely, I didn’t breathe. My eyes shot to the hole in the stall. Finally, after a pause, a fourth tap. The signal.
For a moment, I stayed completely frozen. My skin prickled and my heart rate picked up again. I looked at the dark hole in the dimly-lit bathroom wall. I didn’t have any reservations mind you, I wanted this so badly. But, for a second, I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. I thought back to my experience before. Had the man that time signaled something to me? I couldn’t remember, but I hadn’t been paying attention. Was I sure I heard what I thought I heard? For what felt like an eternity, I debated my next move. Then, an extremely unpleasant thought occurred to me: If I wait too long, whoever is there will leave.
That was the final straw, I didn’t care about etiquette. I needed this. I turned and face the glory hole. With my high heels on it was pretty much the perfect height. I took my hard, almost pulsing cock in my right hand. My fingers were shaking as I did so, from nervousness or excitement I couldn’t say, probably both. I really didn’t know what would happen. Finally I slid my cock through the hole and took a deep breath.
I wanted to get my cock as far into the hole as possible, so I moved my hand from it and spread my arms wide. I placed my palms flat against the metal wall and pressed my body against it. It made a rumbling sound as I pressed into it. I almost gasped, the metal was so cold against my breasts and balls, but it felt invigorating. I closed my eyes and tried not to make any noise. My girly voice floating through the room my confuse my invisible partner and screw everything up.
For a second there was nothing and I wondered if I waited too long. The metal against my body started to warm and I moved my nipples against it. Just when I was about certain that the only pleasure I’d get was the thrill of sliding my cock into the hole, I felt something. My entire body trembled. A hand had brushed the tip of my cock. I felt blood rise in my cheeks and my whole body was shaking. The hand moved away.
I felt despair. That little bit of contact was such a tease! I needed more. I thrust my hips a little against the wall, I heard the metal rumble and felt my cock rub against the tape-covered metal. I hadn’t heard the door open. Whoever touched me was still there. I resisted the urge to whimper.
My patience paid off. After a few moments without contact, I felt the hand on my cock again. This time, it wasn’t just an idle touch. A hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing it gently. My knees went weak. Then the hand started to stroke, up and down the length of my shaft, applying a little pressure as it did so. My mind was reeling. This was amazing. Someone was touching me and it felt amazing! And they weren’t paid and they weren’t disgusted, they seemed to like it too!
I felt the hand slide all the way up on my cock, so that the person’s hand was pressed against the barrier separating us. My skin was pulled taut over my cock and my partner squeezed me lovingly. Then, something amazing happened. At first, I didn’t really know what it was. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was a hot, warm, wet feeling on the tip of my cock. I felt something swirling around on the tip, even probing at the opening of my urethra. Suddenly I realized what it was: someone was sucking my cock!
I’d always wanted to know what this felt like and it was completely amazing in every way. I felt my partner’s tongue whirl around my tip and felt them suck in, creating a vacuum that pulled on my cock. Finally, the person’s hand released my cock and their mouth started to slide down my shaft. I could barely stay standing and almost fell off of my heels. The feeling was incredible.
After a few second, I felt a chin against my balls and I could hear my partner’s head press against the metal stall. My cock was entirely inside of someone’s mouth. They kept it there for a second and I reveled in the feeling of having my cock bathed in someone’s body. My partner’s tongue seemed to be everywhere. It was wrapping around my shaft, tonguing at my balls, and flittering across the tip. I felt my cock press into the inside of my partner’s cheek. Then, I felt my cock slowly slide out of my partner’s mouth. The cool air felt naughty against my wet skin, but only for a moment, then my cock plunged back into my partner’s mouth, faster and wetter than before. I tried to push hard into the stall, I wanted to get farther and farther inside of my lover’s body.
I was in heaven the entire time. I pressed my body hard against the barrier, which was now quite warm. My nipples were hard from arousal and as they pressed into the warm metal my eyes rolled back in my head. My hips seemed to move on their own, thrusting against the hole in the stall, pushing my cock further and further into my partner’s mouth. The intensity of the feeling made me want to moan with pleasure. But, still fearing the sound of my voice, I plugged my index finger into my mouth. I sucked it hard, mimicking the motions my lover was making on my cock.