An Awkward Chat

As Meryl walked into the bathroom, she heard a loud exclaimation from what sounded like both 'partners' in the stall at the far end. She blushed at the sound, never having been in such a position as this, party to the noises and grunts of two lovers mid-intercourse...although now it sounds more like post-intercourse, as there was a loud squeaking sound, and she saw a pair of legs and the barest hint of bum in the gap between the bottom of the stall and the floor; the legs were thin and smooth enough, and the bum round and soft-looking enough that they could only belong to a girl. The other pair of legs must be the boy in the pair then, she didn't even want to contemplate their current state of undress, so instead she crept up to the sinks and loudly proclaimed, "Um, hello? I-there's someone else in here, that's me...that is...I'm here," she smacked her forehead at how incoherent that had sounded, and waited for a reply.

There was a whispering between the two, and then a voice called back, "Uh...hi! I'm Cindy, Cindy Michaels!" More whispering, then a soft thudding as the lovers bumped into each other. For a second Meryl thought they were putting their clothes back on, but then the door swung open and out came Cindy, white cotton panties round her ankles and great, heaving breasts proudly on display, her shirt fully was unbuttoned and her bra god-knew-where; the shirt was also the only real item of clothing she was wearing, her skirt left behind as she walked casually over to the sink and stood next to Meryl. Cindy gave her a sheepish smile, then said, "Do you mind?"

Meryl shook her head, though she had no notion of what it was that she was being asked about. Without further ado, Cindy turned round, revealing a pair of buns from between which an abundance of 'cream' overflowed. The white, sticky substance - doubtlessly provided by her boy friend - oozed out from between her cheeks and was trickling at a snail's pace down her thighs. She hopped up onto the sink, then wriggled into place so that her buttocks were firmly inside the basin, before swivelling her upper body and turning on the tap. She let out a naughty little squeal as a small fountain of cold water shot up between her legs, then turned the tap back off, before reaching for the other one. "Ooooh, that's the stuff," she moaned, as the warm water trickled up and onto her. Cindy cupped a handful of water in one of her palms, then carried it up to her arse and parted her cheeks with the other, cleaning out the cum with sure and steady hands. Meryl was aghast. She recoiled and stepped away from the sink, watching in horror as Cindy made appreciative noises with each new round of water brought up and splashed over and inside her rear end and nether regions.

"Oh, look!" Cindy laughed, peering down at Meryl's legs, and then her own. "We're matching!" Meryl looked down straight away, and was mortified to see she'd forgotten to hold her panties up again. Her and Cindy were indeed matching in one sense — both currently wore their underwear around their ankles, rather than the usual place. She quickly bent down and went to pull them back up, and for a brief instant she was face to face with the snug-looking cotton briefs Cindy was modelling. She gulped, hard, and stood back up straight, yanking her too-big stolen undies back up into their rightful position.

Between the distinctly sexual atmosphere in the room, and her own mishap with her continuously falling panties, Meryl had half a mind to abort this little mission and excuse herself before anything else went wrong. "I-I...oh god, I should go," she muttered, turning and making for the door, but the boy was coming out of the stall now, and they did a silly little two-step as each tried to get out of the other's way. "Ah, sorry!" The boy said, finally managing to step aside, and going over to the sink to watch Cindy clean his jizz out of her. He had a great big head of ginger hair, and a smattering of freckles around his nose. Meryl turned on the spot, not wanting to watch another girl give herself a spring cleaning, but also really not wanting to have to chance seeing that workman again, and being all too aware of how badly she needed to contact Kayla. She grunted irritably, then addressed Cindy again, while staring into one of the mirrors above the sinks, desperately trying to avoid eye contact of any kind. "Um...sorry, I-I didn't mean to intrude," Meryl began.

"Oh, don't sweat it," Cindy said, eyeing Bradley as she shifted her position to better get at her underside. The movement made her wet cheeks come together and create a moist slap, and Cindy started giggling uncontrollably at the sound. Bradley looked at her hungrily, placing a hand on her thigh. "Fuck, you're hot."

"Not so bad yourself," she replied, placing her hand on his. "Want to help?" she added, winking at him and guiding his hand round to her rear. Bradley licked his lips, nodding mutely. Meryl pursed hers, "Uh, sorry to...to interrupt, but could I just ask to borrow someone's phone? My—my battery's dead and I need to get in touch with a friend."

Cindy nodded, putting her hand at her side, then, when she grasped at only empty air and her own bare skin, remembered where she'd left her skirt. She pointed at the stall, where it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Meryl went over to it and picked it up, holding it as if it were composed of radioactive material, then slipped a hand into a small pocket sewn into its side and retrieving Cindy's phone. She turned back and went to say her thanks, but Cindy was busy, having jumped down from the sink, turned so that her lovely arse was facing Meryl, and bent forward over the sink, looking dreamily into the mirror as Bradley came up behind her and started fondling her pussy. The bottom of her shirt was soaked through, a dark line marking the spots where the water had drenched the already sheer, white material. The whole scene was unbelievable — the sheer, unapologetic eroticism of it all was almost more than Meryl could take. In the mirror, she saw Cindy's tongue lolling lazily out from between her lips, her eyes glassy and unfocused, noises of, "Mmm," and "Ohhhh," escaping from between them as Bradley fingered up a storm. Meryl shakily asked Cindy what her passcode was, and she saw the shameless girl glance over at her reflection in the mirror, "Z—zero," she whimpered, "Zero...t—two...thrreeeeeeee!" The last digit stretched out as Bradley shifted the position of his hand, it seemed to draw something further out of her, and she stood on tip-toes, arching her back in response. Bradley reached around with his other hand and did his best to cup one of her large breasts in it, squeezing the nipple between two of his fingers. Meryl felt herself pale, and quickly muttered out an excuse to leave before exiting the bathroom, Cindy's phone still in hand.