Erotica: Lovely Lucy, My Toilet Slut

***all pieces of erotica are based on safe, sane, and consensual practices. We never condone anything that is NOT consensual.

My skin was tingling, electrified, even before I stood to greet her. I bumped the small table center of the café when I rose to greet her. We greet with a kiss on the check and not an embrace. Polite and maybe a little nervous, there was that awkward silence. 

“There is a booth,” she motioned her head as she spoke. I gathered my things and stuffed them into my messenger bag. Sticking my phone is the pocket of my leggings.  Her oversized coat was perfect for her. Comparatively, I am an unmade bed, dishwater blond curls that are as untameable as my desire is held by a vintage scarf. A bulky man’s sweater hides my ample bust and gives a rather dumpy allusion of my femineity. It has taken me weeks to get u the courage to ask her out. 

Her, is Lucy. We had crossed paths at the pub and then at the dance bar I love to frequent. Just a “hi” at the sink of the girls’ bathroom was the first meet. The next night was a different story. I   was hanging out in the ladies’ room. I was avoiding my date, on my phone, and chatting with a friend in the stall. Lucy is in front of me!

“Oh, hi! You again?” She is too close to shake hands. She leans in, our lips are so close she says, You’re Lil, I asked about you.” She smells of lemons and heat. I kiss her; without thinking, I kiss her. That orange-flavored lipgloss lip needs to be sucked, I draw it in, her bottom lip into my mouth.  She returns the kiss; her fingers wrap around my curls, her tongue is soft against mine, my breath catches in my throat, my pussy twitches, and my nipples rise from her reaction. She pulls me off the counter. 

The thumping of the music permeates the stalls of the toilet.  We are like a ball in a pinball machine moving from one side of the toilet-stall to the other. We fall from side to side, in the dance of hunger. I draw my nails across her the ass of jeans. Her ass is perfect -taut and round, I squeeze and press to her.  Her hands are fondling my breasts and pulling my hair.  A deep moan escapes her throat as I massage her ass and kiss her neck.  We are almost the same height as our shoes. She sits on the toilet as she hikes up my skirt.  Lucy laughs at the picture on my panties. It’s a happy face with pig-tails and braces.  I stand one hand holding the stall wall, the other down her shirt, scratching the lace around her erect nipple. She breaks my focus as two fingers slide inside me. My body responds as I squeeze her tit hard. At that moment, I hear a choir of laughter, my eyes grow large, and I instinctually back way and straighten my clothes. She licks me off her fingers and flushes the toilet like the last 20 minutes never happened. She smiles, kisses me on the cheek, opens the stall, and leaves. I immediately lock the stall and sit on the toilet, unable to process what I have done. I have no idea how to leave the bathroom; everyone will know what I was up to. I pull up my skirt and pee. I feel drunker now than I did before. My head is light, and I am flushed. 

I go back to the dancefloor; my date has a new glass of wine for me. I take it, and we hit the dance floor. Late that night, as he’s fucking me, all I can do is think of Lucy. 

Now she is across from me, and I have no idea what to say. I finger my phone and fight the urge to just start scrolling. “It’s nice to see you,” I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. 

“Glad u found my number, I think I need the toilet, you?

My cunt twitches at the word toilet. I’m up and on the way to the back of the café. She follows. It’s a  small gender-free bathroom.  Her coat is left in the booth. My face lights up, a wrap dress. I lean in and release her breast from its fabric. I take my teeth across the bra and bite her nipple through the material.  I expose her erect nipple and massage her breast. Her nipple is red and alive. The smallest sucking sensation makes her inhale hard. My hands press her against the sink.  Her hands are holding my head, and I nuzzle and soak her bra. I pull back to drop to my knee. Without a sound, I remover panties and open her legs.

 Like a hungry puppy, I bury my face in her sex. My tongue on her clit, she is warm and sweet.  Long licks tasting her until I can feel her clit hardened. I flick my tongue and blow cold air to increase the intensity. I press my middle finger in her cunt. She’s wet and works her muscles as I insert a second finger and suck her clit into my mouth, I suck and milk that hard little nub, and she pressed my head into her. I finger fuck her with all four fingers. As her moans transition into a bucking motion, I will have her orgasm for me. There is it, she holds her breath, then she freezes,   her body anticipates the role of pleasure that is to follow. The freeze just for a moment, but I know it well. 

“Breathe for me, nice and slow.”  I remove my fingers slowly. She is on the edge. I know too well. Her clit is aching and swollen. I barely touch her clit with my tongue, and Lucy jumps. I lick and press this time. She moves her hips forward, and I slide into her. This time I don’t back down three fingers and at a passionate pace, I stand in front of her she grabs my shoulders. Her body follows as she climaxes over my hand. I hold my hand there for a few moments before I step back. I wash my hands, kiss her on the mouth, and place her tit back in her bra.

“Thanks, that was fun, coffee?”

I leave the toilet.