It was about a year after my first experience at the glory hole that I learned that I was wrong. Or, I guess that is the wrong way to put it. I didn’t know at the time that my carefully constructed life was about to collapse (or to rise again from the ashes) but that’s what was about to happen.
It was a Wednesday I recall. It had been nearly three weeks since the last time I’d been to the pet shop. I had been busy with work and, furthermore, had actually been in a relatively good mood. So I hadn’t felt the need to go. But that Wednesday, it was like all the frustration and isolation I’d been owed for three weeks decided to hit me all at once.
It started in the morning. My tire had gone flat during the night and I hadn’t noticed until I was about a mile from my house. I pulled over to put on a spare. It had rained the night before and there was a large pot hole in the room. When a semi-rumbled by, I was splashed with icy cold water and my hair became a muddy nightmare. A man in a pick-up pulled over and offered to give me a hand. But, after he also asked me out on a date, I told him I didn’t want his help. I went home and got cleaned, changed my tired, and went to work. I was, of course, late. Despite the fact that I called in to explain the reason for my absence, I was in trouble. As punishment my boss, who did not like my “attitude” at work, had decided to put me in charge of training a new employee. Even if I wasn’t generally unpleasant to people at work, it would have been difficult to train this girl! She was absolutely incompetent and, worse, did not take a hint. By the fifth time I failed to explain to her how Microsoft Excel worked, she believed we were good friends. I had to actually scream at her about her stupidity (putting me deeper onto the boss’ shit list) to get out of a drink invitation that evening.
By the time I left the office (half an hour late) I was almost shaking with rage and social anxiety. I didn’t so much decide to go to the pet shop as my body went on auto-pilot, pulling me out to the suburbs and towards relief. I made almost record time on my way to the pet shop. I was almost jittery and needed a chance to step outside the narrow confines of my life more desperately than ever before.
There was no clerk at the desk when I arrived (a common occurrence) and I quickly shuffled into the bathroom, sprinted to the open stall and closed the door behind me. In a matter of moments I was standing nude, my cock already hard from anticipation. The sexual tension was unbearable and I had to focus hard to prevent my hands from immediately flying to my cock. I didn’t just want to jack myself off in the bathroom, though part of me wanted it desperately.
It felt like I waited for hours, but I doubt if it was even in the top five of my longest waits. I was actually pacing back and forth through the little bathroom stall, my heels clicking on the linoleum floor, when I heard three gentle raps on the wall of the stall. I sucked in my breath, waiting. There was an interminable pause and then, finally, a fourth little knock. I turned and looked at the glory hole.
This person was even more eager than most. Lips were pressed up against the hole, almost poking through to my side. I knew instantly that the lips belonged to a woman (usually I didn’t see and didn’t know). They were exceptionally thick and pouty, but natural. They had a gentle pink color but with absolutely no hint of lipstick. Her lips were somewhat open, almost a sly smile, revealing a small line of dazzlingly white teeth. There were no winkles at the corner of her mouth so I knew she was young. The only blemish, if you can call it that, on the light white skin around her lips was a beauty mark just above her lip on the left side of her nose. Honestly, it was the most attractive pair of lips I’d ever seen. I desperately wanted to slip my cock between them.
I grasped my cock by the base and moved forward slowly. I felt the tip of my dick press into the woman’s pillowy lips. She smiled further now and my cock pressed against her slick teeth. Stealthily, her tongue slipped out of the side of her mouth and then slowly and deliciously licked across my tip. I felt a shudder run down my spine. This girl knew what she was doing.
Her lips and teeth parted now and her mouth opened around my cock. I pushed forward slightly, letting my bulbous head press into her mouth. Just as the mushroom tip slipped completely into her mouth, her lips closed around me, stopping me from pushing further. Her tongue was hot, wet, and incredibly thick. I felt her swirl it around my tip, bathing it and wetting it in her saliva. I had to stifle a groan. I’d had people do this to me before at the glory hole, but never with such skill!
She pressed the tip of my cock against the hard roof of her mouth and swirled her tongue on the bottom of my penis. Her tongue even slipped out of her mouth, gently sliding along the bottom of my shaft. When she had my cock extremely wet, she loosened her lips a bit. I felt a gentle suction and realized she was sucking on the tip. I assumed, correctly, that this was a signal. I pushed my cock forward again. Now my shaft started to disappear into her beautiful mouth.
Generally, when someone gave me a blowjob, they would grasp the bottom of my shaft and hold me in place. Then they would bob their head up and down on my cock. It felt lovely, but it left no doubt who was in control of the sexual action. This person was different. I felt my cock slipping deeper and deeper into her throat, but her hands never reached for me. I heard her leaning up against the separator, trying to take in more of me. It felt incredible.
Soon I felt the tip of my cock pressing into the back of her throat. Rather than pull my cock out of her mouth, the girl on the far side of my bathroom stall repositioned herself, moving her neck out so that my cock would fit better in her throat. After she gagged, I felt thick spit well in her mouth. She bathed my cock in it, lubing me up to go deeper. This girl was special. I fell back on my old method of keeping myself quiet: I slipped my right index finger into my mouth, sucking on it sharply.
When the girl seemed to be completely comfortable, I started to push my cock hard and farther into her mouth. I felt my hot, wet prick sliding over her still quivering tongue and pressing as deep as it would go into her throat. Then, surprisingly, I felt my belly brush against the cold metal of the bathroom stall and felt her tongue pressing, still stick out slightly, rubbing against my scrotum. I was completely inside of her throat! I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt.