I was smiling to myself, the giddiness welling up inside of me as I walked towards the seemingly unassuming old structure. It was getting dark, the harsh light of buzzing fluorescent bulbs spilling out from grime-coated windows. I saw just a few other people moving in and out of the roadside rest stop, and, taking a quick cursory glance at the mostly empty parking lot, it seemed the place would be pretty much empty before long.
I'd been planning this special visit since the beginning of the week. I had thought of nothing else since it had been planned. I found that I couldn't even look at anyone I passed in the eye, fearing irrationally that they would be able to tell what I had come here for...or that I wouldn't be able to stifle a big shit-eating grin and be half-mistaken for a maniac. I intended to go into the stalls, yes, but I certainly wasn't here for a bathroom break on route to some other destination. This was my destination tonight, and I fought to hold back the ever building excitement from showing on my face.
I made my way into the old concrete building, it resembled more a bunker than a public rest stop. The place was old. It was more or less well enough maintained, but the floor had begun to collect dirt and grime despite the apparent efforts of the custodians that had labored against it over the past several decades. The windows too were becoming partially neglected with the corners and edges becoming milky white and coated with dust.
As I approached the men's stalls, I found that the room was completely empty save for one older man washing his hands at the sink. He looked grizzled, a bit gruff, and as I walked past him to my special stall, the one at the end against the far wall, he gave an equally gruff but only brief look at me through the mirror. The stalls were as old as the building was probably, and the thin metal sheets that separated the toilets showed many marks and dings from their years of use. There was also graffiti, along with plenty of the usual little obscenities scratched into the paint that was at least a little newer than the surface it tried to cover - in some places you could see exposed colors from other layers that had been covered again and again.
I saw that the toilet paper holder hung lopsided on the left wall as I opened the battered stall door, and I smiled. I'd discovered this dirty little secret a little while ago while actually using the facilities on my way up State, and while taking some paper from the roll I accidentally pulled it off the wall. I was very surprised when it happened, but even more surprised to see what had been hidden behind it; a hole had been cut into the wall. It wasn't made of concrete like the rest of the structure, but was actually pretty thin drywall or plywood, painted or covered with stucco to resemble the surrounding surfaces. It was big enough to put a fist through, and just a little bit of forearm depending on how thick the arm was, and it opened directly into the woman's side of the restrooms! The dispenser also blocked some more obscene drawings, even some phone numbers, and they more or less illustrated the point of the hole - it was a gloryhole.
Arrangements had later been made; I was to be here at exactly 9:00 PM. And here I was, my hands shaking as I locked my stall and pulled the toilet paper holder away. I heard the old man finish at the sink, and the sound of his boots on the old tile floor echoed until they disappeared outside. I was alone. I looked through the opening, and smiled as I saw a female midriff standing on the other side. I saw her petite sexy legs under her skin tight jeans, and the bottom of her belly was showing under her short black top. She seemed to know that someone was here, but she waited. I knocked on the wall between us in a rhythm we had discussed, and I saw her move finally. As we had planned, I watched her through the hole as she put on a little show for me - slowly removing her clothes, exposing her soft pale skin, and teasing me with a gentle sway of her hips.
With all the anticipation, with the dirtiness and kinkiness of what was happening, I was already hard as a rock. I opened my pants and let myself from my underwear and sighed in a bit of relief. I kept my eyes glued to the girl as she was now slowly sliding her jeans down her legs. God, her thighs looked good...I wanted to touch those legs, to press my lips to them, to devour them. Still slightly trembling, I began to slide my hand up and down my throbbing shaft, and a bolt of electricity shot through me.
'Shit,' I thought, I was so wound up I wouldn't last long tonight...
Soon she'd kicked off her pants, letting them fall to the grimy tiled floor. Her shirt was already gone, and she stood in front of me now in just her panties still playfully swinging her hips. Her hands were moving over her body too, slowly sliding over her hips and her belly, then slightly out of sight to her chest. I could see a darker wet spot in the crotch of her light-colored panties, and knew that she must be just as worked up as I was. My heart began to pound in my chest, and it jumped again when I heard her whisper to me, asking if I was ready for her. I almost felt faint as my head was swimming, and I noticed then that I had started panting.
"Oh, yes..." I whispered back. I was definitely ready. I had waited days for this, and I couldn't wait any longer.
"I'm ready for you, too." She whispered back, a slight tremor in her voice. She seemed a little nervous as well, but I could tell she was also exhilarated. "But...could you...I would like you to touch me, please..."
I shuddered. She had this cute innocence about her, and it really contrasted in a way with the environment, with what we were doing, in such a way that made my mouth suddenly dry. It made it more dirty somehow. That I was here in this place with such a sweet thing...
I slowly knelt in front of the toilet, trying to look up at her naked body. In this position I could just make out the bottom of her breasts as they hung on her pale chest, and I could see locks of her dark reddish brown hair but not her face. She was standing fairly close to the hole, putting her crotch right at my eye level. I bit my lip. I wanted to put my lips against those wet panties. I wanted to tease her and taste her. But instead, I gave her what she asked for and put my hand through the opening. I slid through, tentatively feeling with my fingers until at last I brushed her flesh. I heard her gasp and quietly giggle as I felt along her thigh looking for her warmth. Finally my fingers clumsily found their mark, and I slid my middle finger along the crease of her panty-clad pussy. I heard her sigh, slightly less quietly, her legs parting to give me better access. I could tell it felt good for her, as she started grinding her hips slightly, and I could hear her valiantly trying to keep herself from making to much noise. She must need this as much as I do, I thought.
