Message-ID: <6244eli$9802201519@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Christy and Joe <christyjoe@supernews.com> Subject: Christy and Joe: The Bathroom [mf, cons, true] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980219200830.26530.qmail@usenet63.supernews.com> Christy and Joe: The Bathroom [mf, cons, true] A True Story Hi. My name's Joe, and my girlfriend's name is Christy. We're real people writing about real experiences. We'd like to share a private part of our sex lives with you -- and we'd like to hear from you, too! First, I should tell you a little bit about us. We're both in our mid-to-late 20's and graduates of the east-coast university where we met. We've been dating for several years, and it seems like our entire relationship has been pure magic. Somehow, I knew Christy was something really special from the moment I met her, and I was right. We really love each other in a way that only soul-mates can. We're lucky, though, because in addition to sharing a really special emotional bond, we've also had a lot of really good sex. On the outside, both of us are very private, conservative people; most of our friends have trouble imagining us doing anything more than kissing! The truth is that we both have a really wild side, and in private, behind closed doors, we've gotten wild with each other. It's a secret part of our personalities we both enjoy, but could never let anyone else see -- not in public, anyway. We're closet exhibitionists, so we decided to try writing about some of our more interesting experiences and posting them anonymously. Part of the excitement is knowing that while we're secretly revealing intimate details of our sex life, everyone still thinks we're still the conservative, prim and proper Christy and Joe that everyone knows. Maybe *you* even know one of us in real life. But under the protection of anonymity, we get off on the idea that other people will be getting off by reading about things that we've done. So, with that, we're going to write and post a series of true stories about our experiences. I promise you that the important part of the stories (i.e., the sex) is absolutely 100% TRUE. To protect our identities, I've changed the names of people and places, and some of the incidental details of the story. We'd really like to hear feedback from anyone who reads these stories!! You can write to us at christyjoe@supernews.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was sitting at my desk one day, mindlessly surfing the web, when the phone rang. It was Christy, calling to tell me that we'd been invited out to dinner with a bunch of other friends on Friday night. A typical date for us, really: we saw those friends quite a bit back then. Most of them were still undergrads, so dinner was at one of the cheap on-campus places most of the time. Usually, I'd stop off at Christy's apartment first, hang out with her for a while, and then head over to the restaurant with her. This time, though, Christy had a different plan. "My classes are going to run really late on Friday, Joe. Can you meet me at the restaurant with everyone else?" she asked me. "Um... yeah, I guess so," I replied. I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. After all, I hadn't seen Christy in almost a week, and I always looked forward to having quality time with her alone before spending hours socializing with other people. The week went very slowly -- not a great week overall, and I couldn't wait to see Christy again. Friday rolled around at last, and I decided head home a little early to give myself a nice shave and get dressed in a pair of black slacks and a dressy shirt. I drove over to the campus to meet Christy and the others at the restaurant. I love eating dinner with friends. After a long week, one of the best ways to unwind is to walk into a room full of friendly faces and have them all greet you happily, like Norm walking into Cheers. Everyone was really happy to see me -- especially Christy. We gave each other a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips when no one was looking. We're not too into public displays of affection, after all. "I really love you, do you know that?" she asked me with a beautiful smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "I really love you too," I told her. We hugged again. "It's great to see you." I stepped back and looked at her, still holding her hands. She was wearing a really elegant knee-length black dress with white panty hose and a necklace. Her hair was all done up and she was wearing a little bit of makeup -- just the right amount, actually. Christy is good at that. "Wow," I gasped, seeing the outfit for the first time. "You really look fantastic." "Really? Thanks, sweetie," she said. She'd obviously put a lot of work into dressing herself up this evening and she appreciated that I noticed. Of course, it would have been hard for me *not* to notice. I have a huge weakness: dresses. I just can't help but get incredibly turned on when I see a woman in a nice dress or even an elegant skirt. I'm always aroused by the way a dress seems to accentuate a woman's curves in just the right places, show enough leg to be interesting, and tantalize me with the potential to peek right under the hem and get a glimpse of the thighs or even a woman's panties. The irony is that dresses are usually considered to be a much more formal and *modest* way for women to dress, because pants let you see the woman's crotch. But for me, a dress turns me on much more than pants ever could. Christy knows about my weakness. She has a collection of dresses that are very modest and proper, but that she knows really turn me on -- and the dress she wore this evening was one of them. She's fairly tall (taller than me), but well-proportioned and very voluptuous. Her breasts are large and full, but because of her height they look just right on her. Her hips flare out dramatically, giving her the classic hourglass figure. I really love the way she looks -- I'll take Christy over a petite, rail-thin woman any day! Dresses really accentuate Christy's figure, and they drive me absolutely crazy with desire for her. She wears them when she feels like having some fun -- both because she likes the effect the dresses have on me, and because they offer "easy access" for a quick fuck or cunt-licking session. She loves it when I lick her cunt. Almost as much as I love doing it to her. "Let's eat," she told me, pulling me towards the table with everyone else. It was hard for me to move at all because seeing her in that dress had instantly made me hard. That's what her dresses to do me. A few times in the past, she tried to go out to dinner with me wearing a dress and no panties. The plan was to drive me totally crazy during dinner and then fuck me madly when we get back home. The plan never quite worked, though -- I'd always get so turned on when I went to pick her up before dinner, that'd we'd always end up fucking all night and skipping dinner entirely! Dinner was really good. The whole group spent an hour and a half laughing, joking, and eating, and it really took the edge off the week. And the whole evening, Christy kept flashing me one of her gorgeous smiles. I love it when she smiles at me! Especially in that dress... it was driving me crazy! After the meal we were still all sitting around and talking. At one point, Christy got up to go to the bathroom. She glanced back at me before stepping into the hallway, giving me a really warm and knowing smile. I followed her, doing my best to discretely hide my erection. I met her in the hallway, taking her in my arms and giving her a long, lingering kiss. "I missed you so much this week..." I started to say. "Me too, Joe. I hate it when you're not here," she told me. We continued kissing and we both started to get really worked up. My hands started roaming all over her back and hefting her large breasts. I love what that dress does for her breasts! She started getting really hot but did her best to remain quiet. All of our friends were just down the hall on the other side of a door that could open at any moment! My hands continued their trek all over her voluptuous body -- fondling her breasts, following the flare of her hips, rubbing her stomach, and caressing her ass, and... holy shit! I suddenly stopped kissing her, my eyes wide, as my hands were desperately feeling up her ass through the dress. I couldn't feel any panty lines! She saw the shock on my face and knew I'd found her little secret. She stifled a playful little giggle. "Surprise," she said to me softly, looking deeply into my eyes. "Holy fuck," I said to her in disbelief. If we hadn't been standing in a public hallway I would have been on my knees in an instant with her dress over my head, licking her cunt like it was the only food I'd had in a year. "Jesus, Christy... I want you so badly." "So, you like that?" she said with some uncertainty in her voice. It was the understatement of the millenium. "Let's get out of here. I want to find a dark place to take you and fuck you right *now*," I told her. "Okay, in a little while," she said playfully. "I'm going back inside." She looked down at my pants, where my cock was making an obscenely large and obvious bulge. "Looks like you'll have to wait out here for a minute, though," she giggled. And with a quick kiss goodbye she disappeared back into the other room with our friends. I ducked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, trying to relax. I felt like my cock would explode at the slightest contact. I paced around the bathroom endlessly, waiting for my cock to deflate enough to let me go back into the room without making a scene. I tried to think about anything but the fact that Christy was sitting in that very room, happily socializing with only a thin black dress covering up her sweet little pussy. If only they knew! After all, she's probably the last person they'd ever expect to do something like this... Finally I felt presentable. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and tried to fix my hair and dry my face off. I left the bathroom and went down the hall to where everyone else was still talking. Christy was sitting on a chair with her legs very modestly crossed. She'd been sitting the same way the whole night, I realized, but it had never occurred to me exactly *why*. Now I knew. Time crawled. We made all the necessary small talk, told jokes, and had a fun time. It probably only lasted another 10 minutes but it seemed like a year was ticking by, one miserable second at a time. I so desperately wanted her, and I knew she wanted me just as badly -- but she was really enjoying driving me to distraction. Finally everyone got up to leave. As much as I liked hanging out with friends, I sure had something else on my mind at that moment. I pulled on my jacket as Christy and I left the building and found ourselves in the chilly December air. We started walking aimlessly across the college campus, holding hands and talking about nothing in particular. As soon as we were out of sight of the others, we disappeared into the shadows of a dark corner behind one of the buildings. I took her face in my hands and started to kiss her again. "You have no clue how unbelievably turned on I am right now," I told her. She reached down and felt my cock through my pants, which by that time was trying to break out of my pants again. "I think I have some idea," she said. We kissed, letting our tongues explore each other. "Let's find somewhere safe," she said. It was pretty late, so most of the buidings on campus were closed already. We continued our walk across the campus, finally coming across the library. We looked at it an laughed, remembering the experiences we'd had there in the past -- but that's another story! Unfortunately the library was already closed too. We checked some of the other nearby buildings, finally finding an unlocked door. We stepped in, glad to be out of the cold. "Is there someplace in here we can go?" Christy asked me. I'd done more than my share exploring the campus in days gone by and knew the nooks and crannies of most of these buildings very well. Unfortunately I didn't know any place in this particular building that would be suitable for our purpose. "Let's try upstairs," I said. We slowly climbed the large, gothic stairs until we finally reached the top -- the 5th floor. In all my years at that school I'd never been up to the 5th floor of that building before, and had no idea what to expect. We went through the doors in between the stairwell and the hallway, only to find a dead end: a tiny section of totally dark hallway with a few unmarked grey doors. I turned around and immediately started kissing Christy. We weren't really someplace "safe" but I couldn't restrain myself any more. I went totally wild kissing her, licking her neck, sucking on her earlobe and letting my hands go crazy rubbing her through the dress -- caressing her ass, kneading her breasts, and finally rubbing her pussy. "Your pussy is really hot," I said breathlessly. I knew she was as turned on as I was. "Oh God... I need you so badly," she moaned. That was it -- I couldn't stand it any more! I *needed* to eat her cunt at that moment. I needed to taste her juices. I had an uncontrollable urge to lick her and suck on her pussy and tease it with my tongue. In the blink of an eye I was on my knees, right there in the darkened hallway, as I lifted the hem of her dress up to her hips. That's when I realized that her white panty hose were not panty hose at all -- they were white stockings that ended halfway up her thigh, held up by garters and a garter belt! "Holy fucking shit!" I said. I had never been so turned on in my entire fucking life! "Wait... hold on, are you sure no one is going to come up here?" she asked hesitantly. At that moment I couldn't have cared less if the entire U.S. Marine Corps had filed through that hallway. I buried my face in her crotch, holding the dress above my head, and started to lick her cunt lips lightly. They were totally soaked with her juices. "UH.. ohhhhhhh," she sighed. I love that sound. Whenever my tongue first makes contact with her pussy, she lets out an incredibly satisfied sigh, like the entire weight of the world has just been lifted from her shoulders. I kept licking as she continued to stand in front of me; she tried to spread her legs as much as she could to give me better access. I felt so thirsty for her juices, and the position didn't really let me get into full contact with her pussy, so I desperately extended my tongue as much as possible and tried to lick any part of her pussy that I could reach. After about a minute of this she pushed my head away. "No.. wait, Joe. I can't. Not here. Someone might see," she said. I let go of her and the dress fell back to her knees. I got up and saw what she was looking at: the door that seperated the hallway from the stairwell had a small rectangular window in it. It just so happened that the window in the door was perfectly lined up with a large plate-glass window in the side of the building, on the far side of the stairwell. And, as luck would have it, there was a clear line of sight through both windows straight to the courtyard outside of the library. She was right: if someone got really lucky, the might be able to see us. "Shit," I said, still pawing at her breasts and trying to kiss her neck. I wandered around the short, dead-end hallway, but I could see the courtyard through the windows from everywhere. At the end of the hall, though, I saw a rusty old metal ladder, that presuambly went up to the roof. "We could go up there," I said tentatively. I wasn't sure if *I* even wanted to risk going up there. "Um... I don't know about that," she said. I was forced to agree. I tried to open some of the unmarked grey doors in the dark hallway. The first was locked. The second? Locked. I tried the third and last door... and found a bathroom! "Hey, look! It's a women's bathroom!" I said to Christy, quietly but with great excitement. It was perfect: impeccably clean, deserted, with one frosted window with a view of nothing, and it even had a pair of big, comfortable-looking chairs. (Why don't they ever put chairs in *men's* bathrooms?) Christy followed me into the bathroom, still looking pretty nervous. "Are you sure no one is going to come in here?" she asked, a little shaky. Of course, I wasn't sure. Someone might come in at any moment. But I wanted her very badly and had to make a convincing argument that it was safe -- both for her and for me! "Christy, we're in a totally deserted part of the building -- all of the lights in the hallway aren't even on. We're on the top floor, where no one ever goes. And this bathroom is behind a totally umarked door, so no one would even think to look in here." (Unless, I thought, someone else is looking for a place to fool around -- but I didn't tell *her* that!) She still looked unsure. "Please, Christy... I really need to eat your cunt right now," I begged. That convinced her. She sat down on one of the chairs, leaning all the way back so her hips were near the edge. I pushed her dress back, exposing her upper thighs and her wonderfully beautiful, glorious pussy to me. Her hair was trimmed neatly, and I was incredibly turned on by the sight of her sexy garters holding up her stockings. I'd never seen her in an outfit like that before. "Christy, you have NO IDEA how much this outfit turns me on," I told her breathlessly while kissing the exposed part of her thighs. "Really?" she asked timidly. "I was hoping you'd like them." "Mmm-hmmm," I grunted, while spreading her legs and burying my face in her crotch again. She let out another one of those sighs that I like so much and I went to work on her in earnest. I sucked each of her lips into my mouth individually, licking and nibbling on them. She was sopping wet by this point -- both with her own juices, which were flowing quite freely, and with my own saliva. Up and down, in and out, I coated her entire pussy with my tongue, brushing lightly across her clit every once in a while and sometimes pushing my tongue up inside of her. "Oh! Ack-" she started to get really worked up, and kept trying to stifle her moans of pleasure. Every time she made a sound, it echoed loudly off the tile, and she was afraid that someone might hear us. She must have put her hand over her mouth because soon all I could hear was the squishy sound of me trying to stuff her entire cunt into my mouth echoing eerily off the bathroom walls. Finally I went in for the kill and started to concentrate on her clit. It was bright red and desperately needed attention. I hooked my arms around her legs to hold them apart and draw her crotch into my mouth, and started licking her clit over and over, ever so slowly at first and gradually getting faster and faster. Christy was beside herself, thrashing around in the chair and desperately trying to keep her mouth covered. Suddenly she pushed my head away. "I'm... I'm sorry, I can't. I'm getting so worked up. I'm afraid I'll get too loud, or that a janitor might come in or something. I'm sorry..." she apologized. "It's okay, sweetie," I said, still on my knees in front of her. I took her hand and she got up, pulling me up next to her. She kissed me lightly on the lips. She loves tasting herself on me. I kissed her again. "Come with me," I said. I led her over to the other side of the bathroom, where the stalls were. The sink was on the opposite wall, across from the stalls. I stood behind her, in front of one of the stall doors, kissing the back of her neck and feeling her breasts up through her dress. She ground her ass back into my crotch, feeling my rock-hard dick against her. "Lean over," I whispered in her ear. She bent over, resting her head in her arms, supported by the sink in front of her. I reached down and unzipped my pants, struggling to get my cock out in its vastly excited state. The entire head of my cock was soaking wet with pre-come. I lifted the back of her dress over her hips, exposing her ass to me. God, how I love her hips and ass. I slowly let my cock probe in between her legs, searching for the spot that both of us so desperately wanted me to hit. She was incredibly slippery, both because of the copious amount of pussy juice that was coming out of her, and because I'd been licking her for so long. Each time I tried to penetrate her, my cock slipped out and just rubbed across her lips instead. After three or four tries, she started to get up, saying, "No, this isn't going to work..." "Wait," I said desperately, gently nudging her back down onto the counter. I reached down in between her legs and found her cunt with my fingers. It felt as hot as a furnace. I opened her lips gently, and guided the head of my cock in between the sweet, hot folds of her pussy. Then, grabbing her by her hips (I love those hips!), I slowly pulled us together. We were both so wet that I sank right in to the hilt on the first stroke. "UHHHHH!" she gasped, sharply drawing a breath in. "Oh GOD!" "Fuck," I whispered hoarsely. "Fuck it's good. It's good," I managed to choke out as I started moving in and out of her, very slowly and gently at first. "Uh huh... so good. So, so good...." she said dreamily as my strokes started to get faster. "Oh God..." I said, and I leaned back on the stall door that was behind me. The hinges creaked as I leaned into it with my full body weight, still penetrating Christy who was bent over with her head down on the counter in front of us. A thousand thoughts went through my head. This was the most intense fuck of my entire life and yet my mind was still flooded with thoughts. I imagined the flimsy 3-cent metal screws that were probably holding the stall's latch onto the door; I idly wondered if they were just going to pop out, causing the stall door to collapse and dumping Christy and me onto the floor. That would hurt. And what if someone comes in? I looked in the mirror in front of me and realized that I could see the door to to the bathroom in the reflection. Good, I'd have at least some advance warning if someone comes in, I thought. But I realized that *I* was the one who was really putting my neck on the line. After all, if someone comes in, all Christy would have to do would be to take two steps forward -- we'd disengage, her dress would fall back into place, and she'd be totally dressed (although somewhat out of breath). But ME? I would be caught in the women's bathroom with my dick out and pussy juice all over my face! Christy's cunt quickly banished all of those thoughts from my mind. Her cunt was so hot and wet, and unbearably tight. I was so turned on that my dick felt insanely thick and hard -- and I filled her up. I could feel every curve of the walls of her cunt stretching out to accomodate me on every stroke. In the mirror, I could see her face, lying on her outstreched arms and contorted in an expression total pleasure. "Oh Fuck... Christy, I'm gonna cum in you..." I said apologetically. I hate it when I cum so quickly. Normally it takes me a while, but she already had me on the verge of orgasm in what felt like 3 minutes. "Yes please... please please... I need it, please cum in me, cum in me," she begged, over and over. She started banging back at me harder and harder, and I got really close to cumming, and seeing her dress and her stockings and her garters and feeling her hips and oh fuck her hips are so nice and wide and i love holding them and i can see the bathroom door and i know the door can open at any tiME AND GOD HER CUNT FEELS SO GOOD AND HER GARTERS ARE SO SEXY AND FUCK FUCK OH FUCK HER CUNT IS GOOD AND SHE IS IS BEGGING "PLEASE CUM IN ME PLEASE CUM IN ME" and oh FUCK.... And I came in her. I came so fucking hard that I thought I was going to shoot her right off the end of my cock, but I knew that wouldn't happen because I had a death grip on her hips and was pulling her into me so hard that I was afraid I'd push my dick right through her stomach. And still I came. Shooting my hot cum right into the depths of her pussy, where I know she likes it so much... and, wow, I really like putting it there. "Oh yes.. please give me your cum, I need it..." she was saying contentedly. "Yes.... oh, Christy," I said, relaxing slightly and slumping over on her back. I couldn't say much more than that. I was really out of breath. We lay there panting for a moment and suddenly realized -- whoa, we're in a public bathroom. I picked up her dress and very carefully disengaged, making sure not to get any cum on her clothing as I pulled out my cock. It was still as hard as ever, and covered with both my own cum and her juices. I opened the stall door and went inside to get myself some toilet paper to clean up; it wasn't easy stuffing my still-hard cock back into my pants. I came out of the stall to wash my face. Christy looked at me and giggled when she saw my rediculously distended pants. "Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want," I said happily as I gave her a big hug. We both got a case of the giggles. "That was really good," she said, holding me. "Wow... yeah, it really was," I said, still somewhat out of breath. "But let's go... I don't want to get caught in here." She led the way, leaving the bathroom to make sure the coast was clear, and then motioning me to follow. Once out of the bathroom, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, knowing that getting caught was no longer an issue -- we'd pulled off the perfect crime! "I'm really thirsty," I told Christy. I always get so thirsty after I cum. "I figured you would be. Let's go to the soda machine in the lounge downstairs," she said. We headed down a few flights of stairs to the vending machines that were on one of the floors below, inside one of the graduate student lounges that always seemed to be open. We walked into the lounge, expecting it would be deserted at this time of night, and -- "Hey, guys! What are you doing here?" It was Steve and Cindy, two of our friends with whom we'd shared dinner an hour before. They were sitting in the lounge, talking, when Christy and I had walked in to get a drink. Uh oh. "Uh, hey! What's up?" I said, trying to act totally unsurprised, and putting on my best "NO, we did NOT just fuck in a bathroom 5 minutes ago" face. I looked at Christy -- her face was still a little red from the heat and sex flush. Would they be able to tell, I wondered? Naaaah. They still think we're a couple of prudes who don't even want to hold hands in public. The four of us sat for a while, talking and laughing and sharing a soda. After a few minutes Christy and I got up to leave. "You know," Christy whispered to me as we walked across campus towards her apartment, "I could feel your cum inside of me while we were talking to them. It started to run down my leg." I smiled at her. "That was pretty exciting, huh?" "This whole thing really was a turn on." She smiled. "I really love you, you know?" "That makes two of us," I told her, with the biggest grin imaginable on my face. "I just love you so much." And I really do. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this true story of Christy and Joe (not our real names), please let us know! Write to us at christyjoe@supernews.com. If we get enough positive feedback, we'll post more of our stories! --- Free and Private email from Supernews(TM) <http://www.supernews.com> -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |