Janitor

She sat on the toilet and waited to see what would happen. Seconds later, the door opened and someone walked in. Denise could hear him drag something in with him. She could hear him walk closer to her and knew that at any second he would be at the door of the stall and she would be trapped. It was now or never. She looked below the stall door and could see his feet. Denise panting, reached out and threw open the door and sprinted past the very surprised man, who was only there to clean the room.

Denise dashed out the door and true to her word; Sarah was sitting in the car in the closest spot to the restroom. She jumped into the car and slammed the door. Sarah had the car in reverse and slammed her foot down peeling out in reverse. She slammed on the breaks and shifted into drive. In seconds, they were tearing down the road, both laughing hysterically.

The laughter died down quickly as it was only a release of pent up tension. They both sat in the car in silence, while Denise slipped on her clothes. Both women were deep in thought. Denise was thinking back to her time in the nasty restroom and her mind and body's reactions. Although her body had calmed some, her mind was craving a release. She slid her hand between her legs and diddled her clit. Not to get off but to keep her body on edge for when they got home.

The drive home went quickly. Denise was in a sexual fog and her fingers kept her there. She glanced at Sarah driving next to her. She was staring at the road in front of them, her own hand buried in her dripping cunt. The car smelled like pussy as both women were teasing themselves knowing what was going to happen as soon as they got home.