Vyki takes a wrong turn

Walking towards the labelled restroom archway seemed like a walk across the open savannah to Vyki. She could still feel the buzz with each muted step on the carpet indicating Molly was still somehow watching her, but she was sure the murmurs and whispers about her, and every eye was following her.

While there were definitely more than just one or two watching her & a few more making comments, most of the patrons were focused on their own meals & conversations to care about some stranger walking around.

Regardless, Vyki just kept her head forward, her feet crossing in front of each other, hips shifting, skirt swinging, hands out for balanced, focused on getting relief. She wasn’t sure what Molly was doing but the energy and lust from the vibrations seemed to be rising higher and faster than before or just her panicked heart beating; she didn’t know. Her head was fogging quickly, and her vision was focused on the restroom signs just to get there and done before she’d have to do this all again.

Reaching the secluded hallway, she was finally able to turn out of everyone’s eyesight as she walked down to the bathrooms. With her single goal in mind, she was relieved as she made it to the door and opened it. In the relatively private safety of the water closet, she sighed and grinned hearing her heels click on the tile floor. Taking a few steps in, Vyki saw that their waiter, Richard, was staring back at her from the first urinal and she immediately looked down to try to discreetly make it to the first stall passed him when her body suddenly froze staring down at her chest in the plunging flower sundress, the short flared hem barely observable past her faux breasts resting on her tan, upper thigh.

Slowly looking upward, she could see the waiter's mouth moving but the pounding in her ears and the stars around her eyes prevented her from processing any of it. Her mind nearly exploded when the motors around her imprisoned cock erupted to life further shutting off her brain to anything short of breathing and didn’t even register the moan escaping her lips.

When she next opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them, the waiter was past the sinks over by the door. She could tell he was saying something but all she was able to process was his, “Okay?”

Vyki could only respond with, “I’m okay; sorry.” as she braced herself against the wall clutching her purse for some sense of futile hiding before she felt another round of vibrations and mind continued to have a hard time processing. Again, her brain didn’t register the guy coming up next to her until she felt his arm around her shoulder. Confused, she focused all her attention on trying to understand what he said, but her brain on caught the last word he said “...condom.”

Vyki closed her eyes and tried to focus and with every ounce of mental fortitude she could muster she asked, “I’m sorry, I missed that. What did you say?”

The waiter looking at the woman in the deepest side of heat he had ever seen he repeated his joke, “I just said, I’m really flattered, miss, but I’m afraid I don’t have a condom. Now why don’t...”

However, the waiter couldn’t finish his thought as Vyki’s lagging brain finally latched onto something and pulled together information, proud that it served a function of some kind recalling all the way back to Molly dumping her the gas station bag into the purse, the purse she was now clutching onto. With this achievement her mind tossed out, “I have a condom....” The waiter just stared at her dumbfounded.

Vyki noticed the man didn’t seem to believe her, so she continued, “...in my purse,” and pulled up her purse to prove she wasn’t an idiot. Digging through the forbidden, foreign container, she found the wrapped package holding it up in triumph.

The waiter could not deny his rock-hard cock jutting out his pants and this seemed totally surreal to him. “Are you sure?” Was that shyness at the table just an act? Was she really this kinky of slut that she wanted a near stranger she just met to fuck her in a public restroom??

“Yes, please, take it, use it,” Vyki said handing him the condom from the gas station she’d rather forget about.

Richard had a decision to make. He could call this a smoke break and she was from the only table he had left on this shift. Did he really want to give up this opportunity that is just written about in sex magazines? If he got found out, he might lose his job, but this could be worth it.

Turning away from the MILF, Richard opened the restroom door and put up the cleaning placard on the ground in front of the door. Closing the door again, he turned the deadbolt to lock it, so no one walks in on them.

Vyki felt another wave of vibrations assaulted her groin as she bite her lip moaning under the sensations. Feeling the lips on her as strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her weight off her heels, her lips parted in a moan, feeling another waves of vibrations assaulting a stiff, trapped tool. Opening her eyes Vyki couldn’t focus on the face before her, the ebb and flow of the vibrations kept driving her to the edge and back. Finally, the stranger separated enough from her that she could focus enough on his face to correlate it with their waiter that she just saw go out the door and was very confused. Another wave of pulses hit her and Vyki was lost in a torment of fog as the man also began kissing her neck while he undid his pants.

However, Richard’s plans to bang her against the wall were quickly thwarted as he saw how far down the tip of his cock ended from the tall lady’s crotch that was elevated further by the very sexy pumps. ‘Guess they really are FMP’s,’ the waiter thought to himself. Looking around for another option, he identified at what he assumed was the cleanest thing in here and guided the deliriously sexy woman over to the sink.

Vyki’s mind seemed to clear just enough during a lull of the vibrations to make out she was not having an out of body experience as she first thought. Instead, she was staring at herself in the mirror as she was leaning on the sink. Looking beyond her reflection in the mirror she could see the waiter fiddling with a square plastic package. Finally extruding a silly looking disk, Vyki giggled a bit as he triumphantly began looking down below his belt.

Now properly attired, Richard stepped up on the footstool he had placed between the tall ladies smooth & sexy legs. He felt a little less dignified for assistance, but he didn’t have much time to find better solutions or facilities. Reaching up to slide her exposed thong from her between her cheeks, he caressed her ass enjoying the smooth, soft, and suppleness.

Vyki could feel the man groping her ass but was unable to vocalize what she was thinking and only got out, “my assss...”

Richard was amazed at the kink of this woman but he was not about to screw this up. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

Vyki didn’t even hear his question as another pattern of vibrating buzzes ran all over her tool feeling like a thousand fairies all decided to run their wings up and down her tender flesh in a random pattern as she thrust her head back and screamed out, “Oh God!” in total frustration of being tantilized to the edge.

Richard led rod did not have to be told again and he was happy to service this patron as he lined up his cock and drove past her bright white opening into the darkness beyond. He pushed slowly but was amazed at the nearly quivering feeling as his cock got closer and closer to bottoming out. Feeling his hips resting against her cushiony cheeks, he slowly withdrew before driving further in.

Vyki wasn’t sure when the man started thrusting into the girl in the mirror, but her brain was barely aware of any time other than the relentless pounding into her prostate and continued expansion of her canal & well used sphincter.

“God, your ass is amazing,” Richard blurted out seeing her eyes stare back at him in the mirror.

Vyki could feel he was slowing down some so she tried to help by pushing back and meeting his thrusts trying to extend the growing euphoria in her body.

“Oh, you are one hot slutty girl,” Richard uttered as he kept going at her.

Vyki’s brain was still not working on many right levels and tried to correct him with a distant descriptor, “cumslut....”

“Oh, you want my cum, do you? You a cumslut, huh?” Richard said pounding hard into her with each stroke, meeting her hips.

Vyki’s mind swimming in the fog was finally able to reach the one sentence it had been clamoring for and brought it up, “I am a good cumslut.”

“Yes. You. Are!” Richard said pounding his last thrust into her ass.

Feeling her partner explode insider her, Vyki quickly spun around slid the condom off his cock get hit on her nose before she can wrap her lips around his cock.

Reaching down to caress her hair as he erupted again and again into her awaiting mouth. “Damn, you were not kidding about being a good cumslut.”

Vyki’s world disappeared again as she felt another wave of vibrations almost like ants this time running up and down her restrained rod, still not enough to push her over the edge. Tantalizing on the precipice she moaned around the flesh within her mouth.

Coming back to reality, she realized she was still kneeling on the ground as something was dribbling out her lip. Sucking it in, she swallowed the abundant liquid in her mouth as she saw the waiter putting the foot stool off to the side having already fixed his clothing, he snuck around her to thoroughly clean his hands before grabbing a paper towel. With her addled brain, the man seemed to be moving at lightning speed. Finding herself suddenly standing as his paper towel wrapped hands had stood her up. Still amazed to see her purse slung over her shoulder, her brain finally realized the waiter was talking to her again as he pushed her towards the door.

“K, I’m going to unlock the door and make sure the coast is clear. Then I’m going to signal you to go. Head over to the ladies’ restroom to finish cleaning up.”

Vyki could see motion out of the corner of her eye and realized something was sliding down her nose. Wiping a nail down the bridge of her nose, she held it further in front of her face. Seeing the creamy substance, she automatically put it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

“Damn, you’re hot,” Richard said seeing her cum crazed action to feed herself more.

Vyki realized what she had done, what he had watched, and what it meant was on her face and her face turned bright red.

“K, here we go,” Richard says as he unlocks the door.