The sound of a dick making its way through the plumbing hole right above your pussy

Certain you head something your head lifts from the sticky floor, dragging your wet hair across a small patch while you look around suspiciously. A yelp escapes your lips as something shoves through the empty plumbing holes in the wall. It takes a moment, but you realize that someone has stuck a long dick through the hole. With you upside-down at the moment, your pussy is at precisely the right level for this mysterious man's dick to rub firmly across your lotion-moist folds like a farmer plowing a field.

The sudden appearance makes you gasp and jerk in shock, but the touch of the warm skin on your lotion-soothed folds is like a spark, setting an idling engine into life. Still, you should...

"Jenny, you in there?" Jacob calls from outside the bathroom door.

Tearing your eyes from the pumping penis your head jerks toward the door, your wet hair dragging through new areas of dirt.

"Jenny?"

"H... here!" you call out automatically, and instead of pushing away the dick or moving away you can only think about whether you'd locked it or not.

"You okay in there?" he asks, perhaps noticing that your voice comes from near the floor, or perhaps curious about your response. The doorknob shakes a little, but doesn't open. A sigh escapes, between rapid breaths as your inflamed pussy lips begin to feel like they've been coated in oil.

Your mouth opens to tell him about the dick, only to snap shut. There's no way he'd understand this. He'd see you with your legs in the air and some stranger's dick rubbing along the slick, sensitive length of your swollen pussy lips. He'd.... a groan escapes you, and you realize with shock that you're getting turned on and push your hips more firmly against the dick.

"I'm... I'm fine," you manage to say, but you can tell Jacob hasn't left. Some devil prompts you to reach up and drag the head of the dick, pulling it down harder against you. The angle doesn't let it penetrate you, not unless you were to stand up, but you can't stand to lose contact with it for that length of time. It's like your pussy's taken control of your body, and is determined to get as much contact with a stranger's bare dick as it can.

"Well... I've got the clothes here," he says, evidently expecting some sort of response.

"Great!" you manage, your mind barely comprehending the topic as the situation seems to turn on an inferno, and you find yourself quivering, picking up speed toward as an orgasm seems to be rushing towards you.

"You want a hint what they look like?"

"What?" you gasp, squirming on the ground, trying to thrust your body upwards to increase the friction of dick-on-pussy. Your head thrashes around, whipping your hair wildly about as you surge into a sudden orgasm. Somehow you manage to contain the scream erupting within you, letting only muffled whimpers escape as your bite down hard on your already swollen lips.

Fortunately, Jacob speaks through the entire thing, his words drowning out the small sounds you make, and even the grunts from the man on the other side of the wall, who cums at the same time as you. Your own fluids squirt out of you, landing alongside his on your naked body. A stripe lands on your face, the rest of his creamy white load hitting your tits and stomach along with the rain of your own cum. Finally his cock lays upon the sensitive folds of your sex, drooling what semen remains down onto your pussy. Moaning a little you reach up, the softening of his cock allowing you to bend his dickhead inside of you where it drips some more into your still slightly convulsing sex.

"...okay?" Jacob says, snapping you back to the moment.

"Yes!" you exclaim without a clue, pushing enthusiasm into your words in the hope that he won't realize you weren't listening. A moment later you hear his footsteps moving away, while at the same time mysterious dick pulls back through the hole.

Reluctantly you drag yourself from the ground, fighting the urge to bury your fingers in your hot, sensitive cunt. Jacob will be expecting you soon, you know, so you re-arrange your limbs and climb to your feet. Oddly, the floor where you were laying seems noticably cleaner than the yellow-brown tiles around them. In the foot and a half area around where your head had been you can even see cream-colored tiles.

Shrugging it off you walk unsteadily to the door, pausing to listen for anyone outside before opening the door and reaching out for the clothes Jacob had left.