Catherine Makes Her Way Back

Catherine smirked smugly at Pamela as they passed each other on the sidewalk between the washrooms and the table where the Ladies of Luck had been feeding the encampment.

“We really should talk to your husband about those washrooms.” Catherine cheekily remarked to Pamela, knowing full well part of why they were doing to community service here was to score political points for Pamela's husband.

“In all honesty, he’s had the parks department put any refurbishment off until the encampment crisis is resolved.” Pamela responded candidly. “Don’t want to be spending tax dollars on a park people are abusing.” Pamela added looking Catherine up and down.

Catherine nodded in agreement and resumed her way back to the table. Feeling a pang of regret that the local councilor’s wife had failed to drop in on her.

Catherine had been unable to help herself in shadowing Laura down to the washroom, losing track of herself after a little bit of masturbating to the mother of three being fucked in the toilet stall.

Catherine knew all too well how it must’ve started.

She had been the first one to show up at the park this morning.

Catherine had brought the organization’s van to deliver the tables and tent only to have her usual volunteers help in new and unexpected ways.

Her delivery of the tent and tables for local homeless to setup for the Ladies of Luck had gone quite differently from the other mornings this week.

Where most morning two or three of the more elderly and experienced homeless would greet the van Catherine had been surprised to find a dozen waiting. Not worn, elderly, or as dingy as the volunteers from the encampment tended to be.

They seemed strangely in the primes of their lives, the men seemingly to mostly be shirtless with wide open trench coats or dusters.

The women in tight fitting worn tank tops and torn shorts. Straps hanging from shoulders, waiting for their cleavage to spill out.

It was just after opening the van rears doors and going to give directions when Cathering noticed the man, naked and hard beneath his jacket. Before the stunned woman had been able to think of a response she was pinned, and suddenly eagerly making out with the man as the van was unloaded.

In sparse moments she had found herself loaded in the back, eyes watering as her holes were flooded with cum all at once for the first time.

Since then Catherine had come to regard the encampment denizens in a different respectful regard.

Even now as Catherine sauntered back to the tables she couldn’t help but settle back into the thoughts of being on her knees, each person in line giving her a taste of their cock or pussy before moving down the line for further pleasure, and service.

Catherine debated if she should unbutton her shirt a little bit to be more enticing. Sadly her tastes of the camp’s appreciation seemed to so far only happen in seclusion.

Though she was sure she could hear the distant moans of pleasure and fucking off towards the assortment of tarp, refuse, and tents scattered about the tree lines and off to the edge of a soccer field.

Laura seemed to busy herself averting looking at Catherine as the gorgeous blonde returned to the table, tying her golden blonde hair back up into a bun.

“Sure is a hot day in the park.” Catherine remarked loudly, “Hot enough to dress for the beach.” She added, enjoying the shaken heads in disapproval.

Catherine could sense the disdain for how slutty she was dressed, but had they all known how good the sex was here… Well Catherine had no doubt they’d be casting aside the caution that kept them away from the tents.

Not to mention any intent of staying clothed.

Pamela meanwhile had made it to the washroom shaking her head in disapproval at Catherine’s composure.

Catherine and her went back quite a ways. Catherine regularly stepped up to help Pamela’s husband’s electoral campaigns each election.

Carefully reaching out and engaging with many of the community groups giving Pamela and the Ladies of Luck and illusion of impartiality.

Yet for some reason today her demeanor was more casual, even lewd.

Bracing herself for the dread that was the public washroom, Pamela slowly opened the door, peering into the dingy dark washroom.

The air reeked of sex, strangely Pamela found it alluring and enticing, much like many of the homeless they had served today. Stepping into the building Pamela sneered at the strange black ooze that appeared splattered across the floor as if flung from a paint brush.

Settling into a stall Pamela went about the business she had regrettably come in for, pausing as she went to flush the toilet as she heard the muffled cries of pornographic sex.

Pamela listened intently, initially out of curiosity that she was hearing what she thought. Then closer still to try and discern if it was just some bum watching porn stealing power from the washroom, or had some woman actually slipped into the men’s side of things.

Stepping out of the women’s washroom Pamela wanted to feign disdain and disgust.

But strangely felt only curiosity, arousal, and excitement.

Glancing as her phone Pamela decided she could spare a few minutes. Creeping around to the door to the men’s Pamela hesitated as she approached the propped open door.

The smacking of flesh colliding, the grunt, the moans and cries. And a gurgling sound Pamela couldn’t identify.

“Fuck Agatha, you should show those ladies what you can do!” Pamela gasped hearing the declaration, she knew an Agatha at the camp.

She was a nicer lady often helping the ladies setup, alongside Isaac, come to think of it Pamela didn’t recall recognizing either of them in the food lines.

Pamela found herself drawn closer, wondering ever more. Before she knew it she was peeking in the doorway, gazing upon a naked woman rocking back and forth between two men.

Her mouth bubbled and plugged around a monstrously sized cock, as another crashed in and out behind her.

She couldn’t be Agatha, Pamela decided, questioning if she’d seen this young woman in any of the prior days this week.

Pamela found herself growing engrossed with the nude physical figures, finding herself attracted to their lewd act.

So much so she didn’t noticed the figure stepping up behind her.

“No need to be shy.” The figures words startled Pamela, causing her to jump and turn around.

Gasping at the toned, nude figure, with his trench coat wide open Pamela shrieked and covered her mouth.