Something in Common

Heath had found that his favorite form of pleasure was that inflicted upon himself by himself. Masturbation had become his more beloved lover and release of the magnitude of his sexual tension. However it was more than just playing with himself that satisfied his needs, it was the public displays of his desire that truly fueled his pleasure. He had always figured it was harmless since it was just the voyeur in him playing and not him acting out completely. He would play with his cock while watching women sunbathe by the pool, walking on the beach or just doing anything in something small and out in the open. He would hide himself and release his passions without anyone’s knowledge.

He had taken to sharing his desire for expressing his act by delving into cyber and phone sex, a mutually consenting form of sharing intimate moments. He loved letting go and crying out as he caught his cum in a towel telling the girl on the other end of the line how far he shot or how big his member was. Yet he wanted to take it one step further. He wanted something dangerously exciting and had adapted this behavior into his life over the past 6 or 7 months.

It began at his last job as a copywriter for a department store. He wrote copy about fashions and on many occasions would watch the models fit the clothes and have their pictures taken for ads. He knew that just behind a door they were all naked together helping one another put on the clothes and he imagined some risqué behavior as well. He would spend his afternoons in the john masturbating once or twice, but he wanted to take the thrill a step further. One afternoon he got up the balls to go into the ladies’ bathroom right next door. He quickly scurried in ready with any explanation that he was reading and walked in the wrong door just in case someone saw him. No one did, he was alone and went into a stall.

Dropping his pants and boxers he pulled out his flaccid cock, still a bit anxious about being caught. He stroked himself and came very quickly the first time, but over the months he became more attuned to the anxiety and would listen as many women came in and out of the lavatory. He would listen to them pee and though that didn’t excite him, it was the knowledge that there was exposed pussy right next to him and he couldn’t help but pulse with desire.

When he changed jobs he went to an ad agency and was immediately enticed by the blonde clerks that seemed to not even notice he was there. He had asked a couple out and was turned down flat each time souring his desire to perform even for himself. He decided to try the bathroom trick again. This time he incorporated fantasy into his act and developed a perverted love with these women though they had no clue.

Sometimes he would follow them in and sneak into the stall listening to them sigh and pee and wanting so bad to shove his hard cock into their pretty pink mouths. He had never been aggressive, but in his fantasy he knew that if he forced them to pleasure him they would see how much of a man he was and adore him. He would have cute little Heather sucking his cock as she sat on the toilet, forcing it down her throat and making her swallow his load. She would wink to wipe away the tears as she knew she had never had such a wonderful piece of meat.

Then there was Christi, the one who teased him and would repeatedly make fun of his compliments. She would ride his cock hard and fast as it tore into her. He may be small in stature, but he did know his cock was a bit more than average and that is what she needed. From then on she would be the one to ask him out if only to be fucked or suck his massive cock. Oh how these fantasies made his cock swell and spurt relieving the tension he faced each day.

One afternoon he changed his mode and went in there on a whim without knowing who was in there or if anyone would join him. He saw sandals under the door and pants around the ankles and figured it was Anne, another co-worker. She was nice, though not his type. She had dark hair, sort of chunky and very smart, though it was her kindness that frightened him. She seemed very wise and very pure and this only seemed to showcase his perversity inside him. He took the stall next to her and waited for her to leave.

After a few moments of him jerking off and the fantasies starting to rear their naughty heads he heard her breathing start to increase in the stall next door. Was she OK? He wondered, then there was a sigh and he heard her rummaging for something. Then there was a buzzing sound like a small pager. Yes vibration sound, a vibrator? Her breaths quickened and her moans began to grow louder. She must have forgotten that I was in here, he thought. She’s masturbating too. This made him even harder. The thought of sweet Anne making herself cum forced his cock to expand and throb. The moans were deeper as the toy did its job and he wanted so bad to watch her. He tried to picture her sitting there with a vibrator against her pussy and her fingers massaging her tits. She had nice tits, large and firm, yes he had always admired her tits. God, he thought, this is too intense.

She knew he could hear her. She had planned it. Days before she had spotted him in the bathroom and at first was quite shocked. Then it became intriguing that the little puppy was so perverted. Sure masturbating at work was one thing, but in the ladies’ bathroom, well that was a step above. Heath was such a quiet guy and she had always viewed him as a touch pathetic. He swooned over the clerks, but they treated him like shit and he adored that too. She knew he had to have some major issues, but this fetish was the most interesting one. She had hoped that he would come in and she herself had only been in the stall for about 3 or 4 minutes waiting.

She saw the shoes and heard his familiar whistle when he came in. She could hear him begin to stroke himself and set about to put on her little show. She felt so naughty, but knew he wouldn’t tell, how could he. Her little butterfly vibrator was the perfect accompaniment for this play so she brought it along.

With pants and panties down around her ankles and the only person to hear her being Heath she set the butterfly on low and felt the wonderful pulsing go through her body via her clit.

Her mind drifted to fantasies of her own, as he was silent in his self-pleasure. Chris, one of the other copywriters was her usual taste in this case. Chris was a woman who though married, seemed to despise men and sex. Anne wasn’t sure if Chris liked women, but she figured what the bitch really needed was a good lesbian fuck to set her straight, so to say. She had imagined many scenarios with themes that had developed into Chris being her sex slave. Today’s particular scenario involved Chris being summoned to the restroom with her to service her Mistress’s pussy.

As the butterfly tickled her clit she imagined her coworker lapping at her pearl and driving her fingers deep within her cunt releasing more juices to drink. She moaned louder aware that Heath was tied to ever gasp and even let a “eat me you slut” slip on purpose. She was in two worlds both unreal to most and both making her come so close to passionate release. Another outburst of “oh yes you slut bitch show me how bad you want it” and she knew that Heath was as close as she was.

Anne was becoming more and more hot and he along with her. The whole image of this very straight woman melted away to reveal a bisexual dominate woman set on perversion. He loved it. He wondered who she fantasized about and thought of that bitch Christi between Anne’s thick thighs. Oh how much fun they could have with her. He would fuck her round ass as she lapped at Anne. This was way too much to handle as his cum shot all over the stall door and he moaned without thinking.

He heard the outer door of the bathroom open and a conversation enter with two women. They continued to chatter as the vibrator went silent and so did Anne. Him and his partner had more in common than anyone knew, but did she know he was there. Did she know it was a guy? He was turned on again by the thrill but quelled his desire to jerk again. He waited as the yappers left and heard Anne’s door open. Should he approach her? Would she freak out? He thought better of it and stayed in place as she left unaware of their common desires.

Or was she. She left as the two accounting ladies yapped about someone in their office. Strolling back to her office she felt the wonderful release of the orgasm as well as the wonderful sharing of the experience with Heath. Though she still had no real longing for him, she appreciated his sexually deviant mind and hoped for a bit more in this exploration.