Going to dry off – alternate

Picking up the rag Stacie heads to the restrooms, all eyes on her as she crosses the large main room and enters the dark hallway beyond. Coming to the door marked “Ladies” Stacie finds a big sign saying, “Out of Order”.

“Dammit” the wet teen says in frustration. Looking further down the hallway she sees the men’s bathroom is ok but realizes that someone could come in at anytime and she has to get these clothes off to dry them. Taking another look at the women’s door she begins to put a little more effort into opening it.

With a few heavy pushes the door swings open revealing a pitch black room beyond. Closing the door behind her as she steps in, Stacie switches on the light. The room is a mess. Graffiti and pictures paint the walls and the sinks look a little rusty and old. It looks like there used to be dryers on the wall but they appear to have been torn off. Stacie thinks there can’t have been too many girls to have ever come in here.

Going over to look at herself in the mirror above the sink she sees just how wet she really is. The harsh bathroom lights show off her large breasts, the pink nipples clearly defined. With her slick backed hair she looks like she just stepped out of a pool “Humph, well, better clean myself up.” She says to no one. There are three narrow stalls against the far wall. Stacie heads for the middle one.

Closing the stall door Stacie peels off her shirt and wrings what water she can out of it into the toilet. She drapes it as best she can over the back of the throne. Next she takes off her shoes and socks. She lays her sox over the stall door to dry. Finally she slides her shorts and panties off her tight ass in one motion. Separating the two she drapes them next to her socks over the stall door. Stacie realizes she’s standing buck naked in a strange public bathroom. She feels proud she broke into the ladies room, thinking she’s the only girl here and the out of order sign would dissuade everyone else. She quickly uses the hand towel the bartender gave her to quickly dry her glistening body.

With her duties currently done she starts the waiting game, hoping her clothes dry soon. Sitting down on the toilet she starts looking around the graffiti covered stall. The first thing she notices is the holes on the walls next to her, one on each side. Each one glyphed with writing around the edges. Words like “love hole” and “put mouth here” leave her confused but curious. She also sees something has obviously dribbled down from either hole and subsequently dried there. Looking around she sees more small messages on the wall but most are crap.

Sitting back down Stacie begins to get bored. Leaning back she starts thinking about the team, which quickly leads to her to start thinking about how turned on she was getting in the shower earlier. She closes her eyes and puts her hand on her pussylips, slowly and gently rubbing them. With the other hand she begins kneading her breasts. “Well, I might as well finish what I started” she says, once more surprised at how quickly her body is responding, almost as if it was already charged like a battery.

Her juices just start to flow when she hears a noise from the stall to her right. Opening her beautiful green eyes she gasps as she finds herself staring at a huge twitching dick jutting out from the hole in the wall. “What….” She stammers flushed.

“Touch it.” She hears a deep voice say from the other stall.