I was 19 years old and horny as hell. Living in a small town had some limited options for employment, so I was looking at going to uni or TAFE the next year. But for now the old man and his girlfriend were letting me stay at their place rent-free for the summer so I couldn't complain. Bit lonely though- most of my mates had moved on after school- so I found myself at the pub alone one night.
On the second pint this stunning blonde came up and started talking to me. I thought it was a wind-up- I mean, I looked alright but nothing spectacular, especially since Curly was sitting down the other end with his mates. Curly's this big half-Samoan guy, he graduated a few years before me, and, not to be gay about it, but he's a good-looking fella. Rumour was he had a huge cock too. But whatever the reason, she passed him right by and came and spoke to lonely old me.
Turns out her name was Mary. She was from a different small town, had just finished uni and was trying to find a job. Couldn't get anything in the big smoke so she'd settled here for a while as a receptionist. Could do worse for a job I suppose, especially since I didn't have one at all.
Mary and I got on great guns. I'd never found a woman so easy to talk to. We sunk a lot of alcohol too, that probably helped. After a while the conversation got a bit more sexual, and we had some hand-on-knee action, etc. Finally, Mary leaned in close and said "I'm going to go into the men's room, in the disabled toilet. Wait for a minute then follow me in."
Longest minute of my life.
When I got in I pushed the door to the stall open and there was Mary in black lacy bra and panties, gently playing her finger across her lips while the other hand disappeared into her underwear. She pulled me towards her, yanked my pants down and started blowing me. I was in heaven until she pulled off, spun me round and sat me on the toilet seat. She had some condoms out already and rolled one over my aching knob, then turned around and lowered herself slowly onto my schlong. She had this amazing tattoo pattern on her back, it sticks in my mind more than anything. Well almost anything.
As she was riding up and down on me she started to moan. Loudly. I got a bit nervous someone might hear. Suddenly the door to the stall was pushed open- I'd forgotten to lock it- and there stood Bob, one of Curly's mates. Mary stopped her rhythm for a second, then started up again. Over her shoulder I saw Bob smile and wink, then walk away, leaving the stall door open.
