Women's Washroom

First she asked if anyone was there, no response. Then she gently pushed on each of the stall doors, they all opened at her touch. Hannah was alone in the washroom. She took the second door from the end, next to the enlarged handicap stall, and rushed to take off her skirt. As it hit the floor around her feet she hooked her thumbs into the band of her lacy black panties and pulled them down. Both articles of clothing were hung from her stalls hook with her jacket. Hannah was left standing in a public toilet stall with her shoes, stockings and blouse. She looked down at her body and chewed her lower lip as she considered what to do. A moment later the top half of her shirt was undone and pulled apart to expose her chest.

The horny reporter sat down and leaned back. She began by lightly brushing her inner thighs and drawing a line with her finger up to her moistened pussy. The line continued from the base of her snatch up to her clit. She shuddered at the feeling and drove a finger into her warm, wet hole. It started slow, a teasing finger fuck that grew in intensity as she added speed and additional digits to her solo act. As her self penetration began to produce a wet sloshing sound she leaned back further and put her feet up on the stalls handicap handle and toilet paper dispenser. Her free hand dove into her wet mound until it had been lubricated in the juices of her self pleasure, it then crept down her side and across her ass to prod at her back door. The reporters middle finger slid into her relaxed anus. It was warm, tight and she could feel it constrict further with each pump of her other hand.

Just as Hannah began to pump both her holes in earnest she froze at a sound, the door had opened. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" A woman had entered the washroom, the clicking of her heels on the floor betrayed her location. She stayed close to the entrance. "Because I could use some help." She paused, Hannah could hear what she was pretty sure was a person kneeling down to the ground. The hidden young woman suspected her visitor was checking under the stalls and kept her legs up. "No? Good." Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put her feet down.

The clicking of heels carried down the row of stalls and stopped in the middle of the room. Hannah could hear a zipper and the shuffling of cloth. Her journalistic instincts and natural curiosity overwhelmed her arousal and unclothed state. She took her phone from her jacket pocket and turned on its camera. The young woman nearly gasped at the sight her screen showed her from under her stall door.