Teenager at the secret peephole
Chapter 1: My Initial Encounter with the Gloryhole
I yearn for intimate, fulfilling, and passionate relationships with individuals who are attentive to my needs and whose own needs I simultaneously satisfy. I want to engage in sensual encounters with someone who understands and delights in my body while their body is also a source of pleasure for me. I crave continuous sexual satisfaction and I long for someone who can conjure endless orgasms. Ultimately, I aspire to find a lifelong partner with whom I can be verbally and physically committed.
However, in the solitude of my own bed, when my fingers are doing the deed to provide me with gratification, my mind often fantasizes about nameless encounters. Fantasies in which neither of the parties know each other nor do they care to know; no need to share personal details or commit to one another. I envision a sexual experience that feels me with immense pleasure, minus the pre-established emotional component. In such a situation, I am under no social obligation to keep in touch or harbor any feelings beyond the momentary passionate connection that exists.
My primary mental performance involves lying back in a bed, legs open, and thighs spread. Completely naked, I'm concealing my head with something like a towel. Next comes an anonymous figure climbing on top of me, penetrating me swiftly, and relentlessly thrusting against me. The physical component may not be incredibly fulfilling, yet the thought process behind the act evokes an explosive climax. I'd be the one executing this act with my fingers while indulging in the mental image of anonymous sex.
Subsequently, I picture myself standing in a crowd when a stranger (possibly male) sneaks up to me. Their hands reach around to cup my breasts through my clothing. They can fondle and possess me for any duration but I never allow myself to view their features. In certain instances, I crave the feeling of them sliding under my top, disconnecting my bra, and then leaving me exposed without any undergarment to hold me together.
I have yet to partake in a true anonymous sexual encounter. For me, one-night stands or fast-paced quickies with partners I met have come close, though lacking in genuine anonymity as I met them prior to our sultry transactions. It may sometimes seem as if some of them wake up oblivious to my identity while I, too, feign ignorance. Nevertheless, it does not completely align with my clandestine yearnings.
I must clarify that these yearnings are voluntary and consensual, even with strangers who linger upon my breasts. I subsist in complete control. Neither of my fantasies involves being compelled by any sort of physical force. Instead, it's the facet of engaging in multiple sexual encounters without prior interpersonal relationship that exalts my personal gratification.
The main impediments to validating these desires and a few others I possess are of course, safety concerns. Yet, it's the fear of being ostracized, professionally and socially--if anyone discovered my secrets. I risk a damaged career and reputation if word reached the parents of students I instruct or any government institutions like the school board. It's a constant struggle to maintain a conservative image in the public sphere in exchange for my suppressed fantasies.
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A message from Alicia, a high school acquaintance of mine, filled me with much joy during the summer. She had moved out of the area and gotten married to Matt, her high school sweetheart. Alicia's brother Charlie was visiting a city near mine, so I was thrilled by the prospect of reuniting with my cherished former friend and experiencing the freedom from the constraints of my tiny hometown.
As is common with brief reunions, we spent a lot of time reminiscing about our past experiences and milestones in our lives. Alicia informed me about her acquaintances' matrimonial status, divorces, and even a prison inmate among our graduating class. The occasion gave me a chance to reunite with an old friend and leave behind the confines of my town. I was highly excited about the opportunity to mingle with old friends and immerse myself in the vibrant atmosphere of a more bustling location.
During the night, with the empty bottles of beer and wine disappearing, our conversations became less constrained and the reminiscing about our times in school went in a more...adult direction. We joked about which of our high school classmates had lost their virginity when, where, and with whom, and who was still a virgin at the time we left school. Even influenced by the wine we had consumed, I could barely believe it when I heard myself sharing one of my deepest secrets with them. I confessed that I had had sex with my then-boyfriend the afternoon before our graduation ceremony. I didn't want to leave high school without having lost my virginity.
Charlie was seemingly enjoying the conversation but he was mostly quiet, as he didn't actually know most of the people we were talking about, being three years older than the rest of us. Matt attempted to bring him back into it by inquiring about the best sex-related story from his high school classmates.
Rather than immediately responding, Charlie finished his beer and got another one. Not making eye contact with anyone he said hesitantly, "I can't believe I'm telling this story with my younger sister in the room." Alicia told him that he couldn't stop now, so Charlie leaned back and narrated his tale.
Similarly to me, Charlie was approaching graduation and was still a frustrated virgin. I assumed this might be the reason he hesitated to tell the story, but it turned out to be unrelated. He reminisced about attending a party at a friend's house whose parents were out of town. The atmosphere was filled with teenagers, beer, and discussions of sex. One of the guys reportedly knew about a gloryhole at a truck stop where girls would give blowjobs through a hole in the adjacent stalls. High school, beer, discussions of sex, and Charlie's virginity fueled his desire to check it out.
His friends backed out of the plan, but Charlie was determined enough to drive to the spot. He walked into the bathroom, searching for the stalls with the strategically placed holes. After almost an hour, he became convinced it was a dead end, but just as he had nearly given up, someone sat next to him in a neighboring stall and gestured for him through a hole in the wall. Still a teenage boy, he didn't hesitate for a second. He lowered his pants and put his member through the hole.
Three of us sat there, listening to Charlie's story and drinking additional beers. "That can't be all there was to it," Matt said.
Charlie emptied his beer bottle, his eyes flickering to Alicia. "Alright, it was my first blowjob, so I didn't have anything to compare it to, but she was amazing."
Charlie had a different take on the whole thing.
The argument persisted between the men for a while, despite Alicia and I simply observing. Charlie remained adamant that it was a woman giving him a blowjob, but he was eventually outvoted by all of us. We insisted that girls don't use gloryholes, except in porn films.
As the dispute continued, I found myself fantasizing. I imagined myself, kneeling down in a bathroom stall, giving anonymous blowjobs to various men in the booth beside me. The idea of anonymous sex excited me greatly, but my worry about the possible ramifications of my actions impeded me from exploring it further.
My initial plan was to visit a truck stop like the one Charlie had described, as there was one conveniently located on the freeway nearby. However, I dismissed this idea quickly. I assumed that, if there were any gloryholes there at all, they would be in the men's room stalls. Consequently, a woman would run the risk of being observed entering the bathroom, making it more likely for her to be discovered and potentially caught. Dejectedly, I realized that, if I truly wished to experience gloryhole sex, the truck stop likely wouldn't serve my needs.
In conclusion, the idea of a gloryhole intrigued me, but my fear of the potential consequences of doing it in real life hindered me from uncovering a safe way to fulfill my fantasy.
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In case you're curious about the web's fascinating mysteries - I went into a private browsing mode and searched for specific locations nearby. I stumbled upon a couple of sites showcasing supposed gloryholes. One such establishment was 'Emily's Books & Toys,' an adult store in a nearby town. Other than being a commercial place, they also had individual booths for adult film viewings.
If I were to turn my daydream into reality, I concluded that travelling a bit would be advisable, and a adult store seemed a safer option than other places I could consider. After browsing through numerous other websites, I revisited Emily's Books & Toys, deciding it would be my best choice.
Summer vacation was wrapping up soon, so I needed to act quick. I talked to some acquaintances about a weekend getaway before the academic year began, mentioning a few tourist spots that were a detour from my actual destination. I hoped this would cover my journey in case I encountered someone.
I stayed at a moderate motel near Emily's Books & Toys, took a drive past the location beforehand. From the outside, it didn't present anything remarkable - simply a part of a strip mall. I decided I must take a peek inside, weighing my fantasy against my fears, but I wasn't yet ready to commit fully. After parking my car and strolling towards the door, I recognized the possibility that I might've been deceiving myself.
Upon entering the store, my first impression was that it looked like a typical boutique. The front area featured several mannequins exhibiting bikini sets. They were rather racy but not so over-the-top that I wouldn't wear them on a fancy date where someone would presumably remove them. There were two cashiers, one of whom was engaged in a transaction, wearing a fake smile. Not unexpectedly, most customers were men ranging from a group of frat boys to a typical dirty old man. There were a few couples perusing along with one single woman who smiled meekly as we passed by.
Beyond the mannequins, the retail items displayed became more daring as the distance from the entrance increased. One area highlighted lingerie along with a locked case of breast forms - different sizes, shapes, and colors - presumably for crossdressing? There were toys that shocked me with their variety and inventiveness. Just seeing them aroused me - no physical interaction was necessary.
I followed the display walls towards the back, finding items that were increasingly eccentric. The sexual paraphernalia was more prominently presented, but nothing much surprised me. then, I came across a large BDSM section. Even though I'm open-minded and willing to explore new experiences, I've been spanked a few times and tied during sex once. However, some of the toys here looked harsh, bordering on dangerous. There was a vast array of nipple toys from innocent-looking novelties to strict clamps that could potentially permanently damage the nipples. I visualized what they might do, creating shivers even though I added them to my mental shopping cart as potential items to consider.
A side section at Emily's Books consisted of literary materials - yet another shocker given how easily accessible free content can be found online. The titles and covers showcased varied preferences, from stepmothers engaging in sexual activity to bald pussies to group sex and same-sex activities.
Finally, I spotted what drew me to the establishment. 'Emily's Theater,' a titled archway I assumed would lead me to the elusive gloryhole. Cautiously, I approached, still uncertain if I was simply looking or committing. Yes, there was a chance I might be tricking myself.
The "theater" wasn't really a large hall, but rather a series of smaller viewing areas. These areas weren't enclosed by walls with doors, but were arranged so that the entrances didn't face each other directly. The arrangement seemed to strike a balance between providing some privacy for the patrons and maintaining certain behavioral boundaries. There was a middle-aged man at the ATM-like device by the entrance, exchanging money for tokens. I scanned the room for any obvious security measures, but couldn't spot any. I wondered whether it was better to have some safety measures or anonymity.
I ventured into one of these small viewing areas and noticed a large video screen on the wall displaying a menu of entertainment options. The space also had a few plastic chairs, a dispensable towel box, and a trash can. But there was no gloryhole in this room. I moved to the next room, which turned out to be more of the same, until I entered a room near the end of the hallway. Here, I found the much-coveted gloryhole.
No one occupied this space, so I was able to explore it without any distractions or interruptions. Besides the video screen, there was a hole in the side wall, about two and a half feet off the ground. It was only about two inches wide. Considering that, I wondered if the person on the other side could watch me through that small hole and what else they might insert through it. My original plan was to engage in anonymous blowjobs, but perhaps there was room for more.
I spent some time contemplating whether to let this fantasy remain that or take action. I glanced at the video screen's menu, but nothing appealed to me enough to warrant payment. The arousal within me kept growing, as I weighed my fantasy against my fear of the real-life consequences. I considered leaving for the moment, driving back to my motel, and returning later, with drinks in hand. Alternatively, I thought about simply getting in my car and heading home, acknowledging the strong urge in my lower abdomen.
After much deliberation, I reminded myself that I had come here for a reason. There was a strong likelihood that I wouldn't return if I left. Faced with this realization, I pondered whether I should purchase some toys to indulge in a safe, self-satisfying experience in my motel room.
Had I not heard the sound of rambunctious fraternity boys next to me, I might have left. They were immersed in a deep conversation about the physical attributes of the person starring in their video. I endured their musings for a few minutes before making my final decision.
My heart raced as I prepared to take off my clothes. I removed my top, then sat down to remove my shoes. My skin was tingling with a mix of apprehension and excitement. I stood in the back of the room, bare-chested and only wearing my underwear, while I listened to their ongoing debate. They were discussing whether the actress's breasts were natural or enhanced.
The back of the hallway made me feel that I had a modicum of privacy. There was a chance that someone walking by might see me, but the farthest stall was located here. The risk of encountering someone I knew was minimal. The mere possibility of being seen served to heighten my arousal. With one final check, I discarded my bra and put my clothes on the hook on the wall.
I knelt down in front of the hole and heard them debate whether to go into a room and meet the other patron or simply continue watching. The frat bros finally settled on who would make the move first.
I didn't have time to entertain my last-minute doubts as a cock appeared in front of me.
I was thrilled not because of the cock, but due to the situation itself. It wasn't anything extraordinary - not too long, not too short, and the right width to enjoy the sensation if it entered my vagina, but not wide enough to hurt my mouth. I grabbed it, ran my fingers along the base to check for any issues, and then proceeded to fondle it.
Using my favorite blowjob move, I licked the underside of his shaft, starting from the base and working my way up, before returning to the base to repeat the process. His erection intensified after several times. Because I was focused on giving blowjobs as quickly as possible, I simply took him all in and moved up and down on him, allowing only his shaft to reach through the hole. I couldn't play with his balls as we would've done in bed unfortunately.
I wiped him with my teeth as I sucked him in, before withdrawing my mouth for a brief respite. My hands then joined the action, administering another blowjob until I sensed his cock twitching, indicating he was about to climax.
I was perplexed about where to deposit his semen - mouth, face, breasts, or a paper towel?
He came while still in my mouth, and I continued to jerk him off, depositing the semen into a paper towel that I had pulled from the roll.
I stood back and thought about my encounter - it was the first time in my life that I had experienced completely anonymous sex as I had imagined. This wasn't the first time I had slept with someone I didn't know, but this man was different - we had no idea who he was, and it was more likely that I'd never see him again. In contrast to the typical feelings of regret and frustration after one-night stands, I felt exhilarated and wanted more.
Out of the three men I had seen in the store, I assumed I'd have even more cocks. I considered the possibility that I'd be so horny by the time I returned to my room that I'd reward myself with multiple orgasms. Watching the hole, I wondered if the next guy would penetrate it or if I'd need to entice him.
Much to my surprise, it was a hand and not a penis that came through. I assumed it might be the same guy, but he was here to stroke me in return for fellating him. As I fantasized about performing oral sex on between five to ten men, I calculated that my arousal would be so high that I'd reach orgasm. Therefore, I was not ready to cum just yet.
With some trepidation, I understood that his intention wasn't to pleasure me - he probably wanted to confirm that the lips on the other side of the wall belonged to a woman. I put my right breast against his hand, and when it made contact, he grabbed me. His fingers moved from my underboob to my thriving, erect nipple, seemingly satisfied with the discovery. The hand then withdrew, and a penile member appeared.
I'm not fixated on size, but my preference leans towards a reasonably sized and thick penis for vaginal sex. The following penis was a bit shorter but much bigger in diameter.
Once more, I used my preferred method: I began by licking the underside of his shaft, moving my tongue from base to tip. I decided not to place the entire thing inside my mouth because of its larger girth, and he seemed content. I then continued licking up and down his shaft and the head. I angled the tip of my tongue into his opening and, only then, took his entire cock into my mouth.
It didn't take me long to discern that he'd be cumming soon. I extracted my mouth and instead, gripped his manhood with my hand, allowing him to rub his penis against my chest. This teasing gesture caused him to ejaculate in front of me, showering my breasts and neck with his semen. I kissed the tip, tasting his jizz before he withdrew. Choosing to enjoy the feeling of his semen trickling down my body, I decided not to wipe it off and instead considered adding to it.
This time at the gloryhole, I heard three voices. But before the third one poked his dick through the hole, one of them called out to me. "Gonna be here for a while? We can call some friends?" I agreed.
The third one went ahead and poked it through the hole, making me step backwards. He was long and thin, the opposite of the previous guy. While some girls might enjoy this length, I dreaded it. Such a long dick could potentially slam into my cervix, while the thinness meant there wouldn't be that satisfying sense of fullness I enjoyed. But I wasn't there to fuck, I was there to blow.
Still, I'm not a great deep throater. With no chance of fitting the entire length in my mouth, I just licked it a few times and then only took a small mouthful. I held my hands on the lower half and combined the handjob with the blowjob. He slammed into me, and without the wall between us, he would've definitely attempted to mouthfuck me.
Unlike the others, this guy was bigger and lasted longer. Changing hands, I gave my mouth a break by licking the tip for a while, then going back to the full mouth and hands. Finally, he came, and I swallowed some of it. The arousal made me lower my inhibitions even more. It was a surprisingly hot feeling, swallowing his cum.
Six guys in total visited me this time. While I'm probably sure one was a repeat, all of them were different in size and duration. Some lasted relatively long, while most came pretty quickly. I took four in my mouth and swallowed two of them. One came rubbing on my boobs and the last one blew a load on my face because I didn't move my head away fast enough. To be honest, he got more of a handjob at the end since my mouth was sore from all the action.
And then, either they ran out of friends to call or I ran out of cocks to suck. They left without so much as a thank you. Kneeling in front of the hole, cum-covered and elated, I cleaned up as best I could, then got dressed and left. The cashiers at the checkout counter stared at me - I smiled back and left the store. I eventually went back to my motel room for some well-deserved self-pleasure.
My first gloryhole experience had been amazing, and it wouldn't be my last.
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Ch. 2: I return to gloryhole and make a friend
After my first time at the gloryhole, I was determined to go back. It had fulfilled my fantasy of anonymous sex and given me just the right feeling that I wanted. During the drive home, I couldn't help but think about my experience and the various cocks I'd encountered. They were a part of my masturbation sessions and even influenced my thoughts during actual sex.
When I left Emily's Books and Toys, I knew I'd be back. With a long weekend ahead, I got on the road, trying to focus on driving instead of my thoughts of previous visits and future visits. I made some plans for my next gloryhole encounter. Instead of being fully dressed, I'd wear an easy-to-remove sundress and shoes that could easily be kicked off. I'd skip my bra. I packed a bag with body wipes, condoms, and breath mints. Emily's Books had given me a roll of paper towels, so I'd add a couple of hand towels. Finally, I needed a small pillow to kneel on comfortably.
Amidst my fantasies, I realized that swallowing strangers' cum went against my usual safe-sex practices. Sure, mouth blowjobs were fine, but swallowing was usually a privilege reserved for real relationships. However, I've heard that oral sex is safer than penetrative sex, so maybe I'd just spit next time. Condoms would probably be a better idea.
Excited to try my new plan, I drove for two hours, trying to focus on the road rather than my excitement. When I got to Emily's Books and Toys again, I remembered my previous encounter vividly. I made some adjustments based on my experience, this time planning to wear a sundress I could easily remove, no bra, some paper towels, and some hand towels for cleanliness, and a small pillow to cushion my knees.
As I relived my first encounter, I realized that some things were definitely different this time. Instead of being fully dressed, I was wearing a sundress I could quickly remove. I'd skipped my bra. I came prepared with supplies, like body wipes, condoms, and breath mints, and a bag. I'd also brought a small pillow to kneel on. The thought of swimming in cum, swallowing it, had me incredibly turned on.
Driving to the bookstore, I made a few decisions. I'd stick to condoms, and I'd probably continue to swallow some cum. I'd learn more tonight.
Or, the wisest approach would be for the man to release his semen elsewhere. Some females think that letting a man ejaculate on their breasts or face is humiliating, but I've never had an issue with it. I fantasized one night regarding a gloryhole bukkake, where my face and chest were stained with sperm as one guy after another comprehensively discharged there. The mental image conjured an astonishing orgasm within me, and I pondered if the actual thing would be similar to my imagination. Possibly I'd discover.
I made reservations at the same inn, and when the cashier scanned my card, I was grateful that they didn't engage in the customary greetings like "welcome back, what brings you here?" I transformed into the clothes I'd brought and, after a speedy supper in the inn restaurant, I headed over to Emily's Bookstore. I knew that my initial experience was fortunate in finding a cluster of fraternity boys who later called their friends to join the celebration. Now, pondering which patrons might congregate around an adult bookshop on a Saturday night, I thought I'd mingle amidst the crowd while surveying their selection. I could inspect the merchandise while simultaneously indentifying potential partners.
During my first visit, I became imbued with an electric remote controlled vibrator, but at that time, I believed it was beyond my budget. Currently, since I'd just received my tax refund and could not think of a more amusing use for it, purchasing it was part of my plan for the evening. I seized a basket and navigated straight to the department showcasing dildos and vibrators.
I wasn't the sole patron perusing that aisle--a woman of comparable age emerged and eyed the representations. She glanced in my direction, then promptly glanced away. Subsequently, after procuring that we were the only individuals in that section, she tendered me a bashful smile. "The last time I purchased a vibrator was in college, and they've evolved immensely since then."
"Indeed." I responded to her. She was congling a plastic dildo resembling vibe, but it seemed tedious relative to the other selections. I picked up a mystical rabbit vibe from the shelf and reviewed it. This gadget possessed an egg-shaped part for insertion and a tail that remained on the exterior. The packaging affirmed that it was both an antenna for the remote control and provided clitoral blessing.
"Remote control?" She exclaimed enthusiastically. "That's fantastic!" She removed the box from the shelf to scrutinize it.
"Yeah. I'm unaware of the configuration. I comprehend that I can merely operate it autonomously through an application, but it might be entertaining to allow someone else to initiate that as well," I mentioned.
"You sold me." She relocated the item to her shopping cart, and I retrieved another one and tucked it in mine. As we traversed toward the register, we discussed various regions in the business. I envisioned returning to the theater section but considered placing my acquisition in my vehicle first.
Upon exiting the inventory, she proposed joining her for a drink. While I'd prompted here to practice a solitary endeavor, talking to Anna was an appealing diversion. We moved to a bar a few stores down from Emily's strip mall.
We savored our beverages while we chatted and increased our comfort with each other. After reaching a certain level of familiarity, I inquired concerning her predicament for needing a vibrator, emphasizing her apparent ability to interact with males.
"I'm giving up on men for a while," she advised and narrated a disheartening tale about her erstwhile long-distance relationship. "In point of fact, I adore penises, but I'd prefer not to need to engage with the individual they're attached to. Therefore, the vibrator."
We divulged some foundational facts regarding ourselves, so she knew that I resided elsewhere. She inquired what compelled me to arrive here, and I conveyed that my origins in a small settlement prompted me to discretely leave the premises without drawing attention by meeting someone I knew at a sexual toy retailer. She was skeptical, hinting that I could've purchased my device online.
I reflected how I should answer while she appeared expectant for my response. By this time, I felt comfortable convincing with Anna but soon encountered a problem: would she be accepting if I revealed the actual reason for my expedition? The wine had lessened my trepidation, and given the likelihood of never interacting with Anna thereafter, I concluded that I might as well divulge.
I shrugged and subsequently disclosed my true aim: releasing my ambitions to embark on an anonymous sexual experience. I disclosed that my first encounter with this concept involved a gloryhole. My recollection sparked a broad grin. "That's brilliant. You obtain access to penises and are uncoupled from the men casting them," she proclaimed.
I had always thought I'd never reveal my secret to anyone, that it would remain hidden in the corner of my mind, only to be revisited during moments of privacy. But then Anna came along. I found myself telling her matter-of-factly about my encounters at Emily's Books, surprised by how easily she embraced this aspect of my life. I confessed that I couldn't shake it from my thoughts and that I longed to return.
She inquired with curiosity, "You're going to do it tonight?"
I nodded enthusiastically, "Definitely tonight, and maybe tomorrow too. I'm not sure yet."
After a thoughtful silence, she finally spoke, "Can I watch you?"
My gut clenched as I considered her request. I wasn't testing the anonymity if she watched, but I wouldn't be completely anonymous anymore. I weighed the risk, the real connection I felt to Anna, and reluctantly agreed. "Sure, just watch. No pictures and no one else needs to know."
She proposed a compromise, "If it makes you feel better, I'll take off my top. That way if someone discovers us, they'll know I'm involved too." The proposal intrigued me. If I were to share this experience with someone, it might as well be another teacher who would be mindful of privacy. Though I didn't make friends easily, I developed a deep connection with Anna, and I couldn't bear to deny her request.
"Are you sure? You'll have to be as naked as me. I'm planning on wearing only my panties," I said, contemplating if this would scare her off. However, she appeared undeterred, "Yes, I'm okay with being as naked as you."
We headed back into Emily's Books, self-conscious that the clerks might notice us. The male customers were predominant, but we didn't seem overly unusual. It's possible they'd become habituated to the bizarre goings-on, so they merely ignored us.
We completed our shopping, strolling through the displays and eventually reaching the theater. I led Anna to the back row, the same one I'd used before. She looked at the hole in fascination, eventually bending over to examine it. We heard someone enter the adjacent booth and start a video.
We listened to the pre-orgasmic moaning of the woman in the video, then I put my finger on my lips, urging Anna to be silent. I slipped onto my knees and stuck my hand through the hole as I sent a come hither gesture. There was no immediate response, and I questioned whether he noticed. Then, while I waited, a coarse voice asked, "For real?" I didn't say anything in response, choosing instead to put my hand through again and signal him. The tip of his penis soon appeared through the hole, and I couldn't help but acknowledge it with a smile.
It wasn't a particularly extraordinary penis; it was clean, of average size, and not excessively long or thick. I gave it a kiss, then licked the shaft in a leisurely manner. He seemed to enjoy this as it prompted a quick change from flaccid to fully erect. I continued to lick and suck his glans, and then I decided to take him into my mouth. I expertly moved my head up and down, all the while stroking his shaft with my hand. It wasn't long before I felt the telltale twitches, signaling his impending orgasm.
Blowjobs with a boyfriend are usually about teasing to the edge, while one-night stands might involve going the whole way depending on the situation. I figured that giving this guy a good enough blowjob would satisfy him since he wasn't my boyfriend, so there wasn't any need to extend it. Taking him out of my mouth, I asked Anna for her preference by whispering, 'mouth, face, or boobs?' She pointed to her chest, so I adjusted my aim toward her chest and gave him a few short strokes until he started spraying cum all over her breasts.
After finishing with the first guy, Anna and I exchanged appreciative smiles, and she was still rubbing her boobs. I asked if we could alternate, but she shook her head.
Another cock appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and it was quite small. Considering it wouldn't fill my mouth up completely, I decided to start with a full-force blowjob. It turns out this guy was a grower, and he quickly grew in size, surpassing my expectations. After a few rhythmic movements with my head, he regained a more regular size. What a lesson in not jumping to conclusions based on first impressions! I maintained the rhythm, licked under his head a few times, then replaced my tongue with my fingers. When he got close to cumming, I glanced at Anna to see her pointing at her face, and I quickly switched positions, using fast motions to make him ejaculate onto my face. Anna handed me a paper towel, and I dabbed off the excess from around my eyes, leaving some drops to run down my neck and chest.
The pace slowed as we waited for the next guy, and even though we didn't speak, it was clear we both enjoyed the experience. Anna eagerly touched her nipples while breathing heavily, so I joined in the self-pleasure too since my panties would surely be showing the effects of excitement.
As we waited, a new cock appeared through the hole. It was long and thin, which surprised me initially, but as it stayed the same size, I concluded it was more of a shower type. The cock was too big for me to fit in my mouth all the way, so I opted for a combination handjob and blowjob.
To start, I touched this guy with my hand, a light touch on the underside, teasing him a bit. I then lifted him and replaced my fingers with my tongue. I licked up his shaft like he was an ice cream cone, starting at the point where my hand was and going up toward the tip. Sometimes I'd go all the way to the tip directly, flicking my tongue back and forth on the shaft. When I felt he was getting close, I lifted my head slightly and switched to just caressing him with my hands, leaving my mouth free to work on the pace with my hands and lips.
The whole time, Anna and I watched each other, both aroused by the situation in different ways - me enjoying the cock and Anna from seeing me pleasure it. I left the last guy in my mouth for a few minutes, not sure how long he'd last and considering the consequences on my mouth, if he could last at all.
Hey, as I continued to work on him with my mouth and hands, I was surprised to feel a touch over my hands. I didn't even notice Anna kneeling down next to me; I was so focused on what I was doing. I stopped what I was doing and moved my hands away so she could take over. It took some time for us to get in sync, but soon we were both jerking him up and down in harmony with each other's movements. I looked up at Anna, and she was staring at me. Then came the second surprise: she planted a quick kiss on the cock above her hands before pulling her head back. I didn't think the guy would have noticed another pair of lips.
My mouth needed a break, so I released him from my grasp and settled for licking the underside, stopping at Anna's hands level. The third surprise—she let go as well and moved downward. I licked the right side while Anna started licking the left. We glanced at each other and started licking in unison up and down.
The guy didn't take long to figure out that two girls were working him over and responded rapidly. When I sensed he was about to cum, I pointed to myself then at Anna, asking the question without words. She answered by pointing to her breasts. I nodded and pulled back, and Anna did the same. Just as I jerked him, I pointed the cock at her, guessing the timing right. A thick line of cum shot towards her, landing on her left breast. She closed her eyes and had a look of intense pleasure on her face. When the cock retracted and a faint voice thanked us, we both stepped away from the hole.
It was unclear how Anna felt about our actions, but I knew she needed to leave. I opened my bag, gave her a hand towel from it, and pulled out body wipes. We cleaned up as best we could and then got dressed, even sucking on breath mints.
We left the store and Anna held onto my arm tightly, her gaze fixed on the ground. I felt like I should say something but didn't know what to say. Back at my car, she hugged me tightly. She clearly didn't want to be alone, so I asked if she'd like to grab a drink. She nodded and we returned to the bar, both of us still feeling cum-covered.
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Ch. 3: We go back to Emily's for more
After our bonding time at Emily's Bookstore, Anna and I spent the next day together. We went for brunch, went shopping, got our nails done, and did other non-sexual activities. But the thought of returning to the gloryhole never left my mind, and I knew she would be joining me.
We went back to her place and prepared dinner (salads). Later on, we got ready to go out. I brought my suitcase into her apartment and changed into an outfit that was easy to slip on and off. Anna wore a light dress—she didn't even bother with a bra. I grabbed my bag containing towels, body wipes, and other miscellaneous items from my car and went into Anna's.
Once at the store, we decided to check out the customers in the store first before heading to the theater area. We browsed the different sections, including the crossdressing and BDSM parts, laughing at the ridiculous items. We found ourselves back in the vibrator area (no surprise), and Anna was drawn to a set of vibrating nipple clamps that she decided she needed to buy. While she paid for it, I chose to check out the guys hanging around the magazine section. A couple of them were definitely eyeing us.
Anna bought her new toy, and we made our way to the theater. We stood by the doorway for a while, observing customers. One guy stood out at the magazine section, looking my way. He seemed to be checking me out, but he also couldn't stop glancing at Anna. I couldn't resist testing the waters and slid my hand up her back and popped the clamps on her nipples. Anna moaned softly and grinned.
Emboldened by my actions, I stirred up more interactions. I brushed away a strand of hair from Anna's face and bit my lip. The guy at the magazine section looked more focused on us than the magazines he was browsing. We could almost feel his eyes on us. We laughed and chatted nervously before I kissed her on the lips. The guy's attention was obvious, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach.
Anna and I made our way from the magazine section to the theater area. We took our seats and found ourselves already excited at the prospect of some fun. We chatted as we waited for someone to use the gloryhole. Once someone did, I slid my hand into my dress to get ready for some action. Unfortunately, it quickly became clear that Anna wasn't up for it, so we made our way back out.
We picked up the items she had been eyeing while she was paying for her toy and headed out to my car. It felt like we weren't truly alone yet, so I offered to take her to a bar to get a drink. We both got dressed and became a bit more presentable, tossing back some breath mints.
At the bar, I ordered our drinks. Anna looked nervous, but I clutched her hand in mine before raising our glasses. Cheers to new experiences! We shared a laugh when we both suddenly realized how strange it was to sip on beer with cum still on our hands. The day had been full of surprises.
There was one guy in particular who kept looking at me. He stopped trying to be discreet and openly ogled my breasts that were plainly visible without a bra. I waited until he looked away from my tits then I flashed him a sultry smile. Anna noticed my flirtatious behavior and joined in, giving the guy a smile of her own. The guy and his friend seemed to think they were about to hit the jackpot with two girls who were adventurous enough to visit an adult store.
We didn't say anything to the pair but we noticed them watching us as we made our way to the theater section. Our usual secluded area was free and the hole in the wall was still there, unchanged from the day before.
Anna seemed a little edgy, but instead of backing out, she took off her dress and hung it on the hook. I did the same and we both stood there completely nude.
On my previous visits, I had left my panties on and they got quite damp. I didn't bring an extra pair, a lesson for next time. So I pulled mine off and threw them towards the bag. Anna looked at me quizzically, unsure of what was happening. I saw her shrug and she removed her own panties as well.
We stood there in silence for a few minutes, naked and waiting. Finally, we heard someone enter the other booth and heard at least two male voices. We waited for them to settle then strained to hear what was happening. I couldn't tell if it was the guy who had been checking me out but maybe?
Anna and I had a plan. I'd go first then we'd take turns with any guy who was too large for either of our mouths. We decided to share any others but we'd see how it went. My excitement grew but I also sensed that Anna was getting nervous. If she wanted to leave, I would follow her but if she liked staying, I'd stick by her side.
So, to kick off the evening, I poked my index finger through the hole and gave the 'come here' signal. We got manicures earlier and I opted for bright red nails with a darker red swirled pattern. I paused for a minute then a cock appeared through the hole.
I reached for it and jerked it gently a few times, spotted it with my mouth. I leaned in and blew on it. I then moved into my ice cream cone move, holding the end and slowly licking the underside from the base to the tip. I knew this move worked well as he became hard quickly and I heard noises of pleasure from the other side. I continued licking, alternating between a straight base to tip swipe and flicking my tongue back and forth.
I didn't want to spend too much time on the first guy since I was sure there would be more. I took him into my mouth and set a fast pace, moving up and down. My right hand grabbed the shaft and jerked him in time with my mouth movement. It didn't take long before I sensed he was about to cum so I removed my mouth and licked around the tip, continuing to move my hand up and down. When he started to twitch, I stepped back and let go. Anna offered me a tissue but I declined and relished the feel of his cum dripping down my neck and onto my chest.
I moved away from the gloryhole and looked at Anna. She shrugged and gave me a 'go for it' look. Another cock poked through the hole and she got on her knees in front of it. It looked like she was copying my pattern or perhaps didn't want to touch it at first. She began by licking the underside and then the tip. She shrugged again, took it into her mouth and moved up and down. He didn't last long, and to my surprise, she kept it in her mouth. When he came, she spat onto a tissue and moved away from the hole.
It was my turn. Fortunately, Anna watched as the shaft continued to emerge from the hole. And kept coming out. It was a massive dildo, usually something I'd avoid. Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise, seemingly sharing my disbelief. She kneeled down next to me and as I started to kiss it, she joined me on the other side. We alternated between kissing and licking it until it grew hard but thankfully, it stopped growing. Anna switched places with me, placing her mouth on the end while I wrapped my hands around the shaft.
I believe he understood there were two females performing oral sex on him yet he didn't exhibit any distinct changes. This man boasted an uncommonly long duration and did not show any signs of imminent climax. After switching positions, Anna distanced herself from his mouth when he began to twitch. I stepped in and he eventually released his load, augmenting what had already dried on my body from the previous guy.
Attracted to his impressive size, Anna almost commandeered my position in front of him. Since she didn't have long to wait, she retreated, allowing me to step in. I positioned myself against a wall farthest from the stall entry for an unobstructed view and to keep tabs on the entrance. Given the stall's location at the end of the hall, I found it peculiar that there hadn't been any interruptions thus far. Moreover, nobody appeared to have glanced into the stall, which seemed strange in retrospect.
Under the circumstances, I shouldn't have been shocked to identify one of the cashiers standing at the door. Remarkably, it was him who hadn't approached us sooner. I beckoned to him, placing my fingers over my mouth to suggest silence. I gestured toward Anna lest he'd missed her actions. He remained quiet, considering the scene before him.
I had entered the store for the sole purpose of anonymously performing oral sex on strangers. Despite his awareness of my presence, his identity remained unknown to me, and vice versa. In my sexually charged state, his anonymity suited me. I gestured to my pants, inviting him to step closer. I grasped his zipper and with his consent, carefully withdrew his erect member. I playfully licked and teased the tip, eliciting a satisfied reaction.
The gloryhole afforded me some control, allowing me to decline if I wished. Nevertheless, his standing over me reclaimed some of that power. Instead of me performing oral sex on him, he began face-fucking me, aggressive with each to and fro motion. This uncontrolled approach turned me on, yet it posed the risk of gagging me if he were larger. Nonetheless, he fell within my range, permitting me to pleasure his testicles as he thrust.
As he accelerated, he neared the point of climax. Finally, he ejaculated inside my mouth, whereupon he stiffened and held that position for a while. Due to the lack of the wall between us, I had to hurriedly swallow his semen. Following his climax, he adjusted his attire and beckoned me to accompany him into the hall.
"You two ladies doing fine? Need anything?" he asked. Recognizing an opportunity, I didn't solicit a discount on our next purchase. Instead, I merely shook my head. He regarded Anna in her blissful inattention, and then he departed.
Anna's assigned man concluded. I subsequently took my turn. We alternated again, with her reuniting with the same person. Giving into my rampant horniness, I attempted a new venture.
Crouching behind Anna, I situated my hands on her ribs, near the level of her breasts. Surprised by my titillation, she shifted her gaze to me, moving her hands from her chest to his cock. This allowed me to move my hands forward, gently embracing her breasts.
Anna and I had shared an embrace where we pressed our naked breasts together, but this was different. I had never touched another woman's breast. My curiosity was piqued by her self-stimulation, yet I felt uncertain if she'd take kindly to my actions. I was blinded by my sexual excitement and the sexually charged environment. What guided me to touch her was unclear.
The unexpected turn of events left no question about her desires. Anna pulled her hands from the guy and placed them upon mine, guiding my hands onto her chest. I interpreted this as an invitation and began to gently massage her. Her nipples were fully erect and I carefully pinched them between my fingers.
Anna remained kneeling in front of the opening with her ankles behind her. While still kneeling and cupping her breasts, I moved nearer to her, pushing her ankles apart and pressing my chest onto her back. Anna disengaged her mouth from the man, repositioning to allow him to ejaculate onto my face.
I shifted my torso towards Anna and maintained my chest against her back with my hands still on her breasts. Our bodies rotated until we were lying on the ground in front of the hole, embracing each other. Anna committed one hand between her legs and only began to softly touch herself before she climaxed. I swiftly glimpsed around to ensure nobody was watching and followed suit, though it took me longer. We stayed on the floor together for a short time, delighting in the aftermath of our climax. There were no additional penises coming through the wall; they'd likely have left disappointed. Anna instructed me that it was time to go home. I agreed, and we got up to dress.
As we passed through the shop, I felt as though everyone was staring at us, but upon looking around, I saw that they were focused on their own affairs. The cashier who'd served me before, though, did see us and he gave a broad smile. "Return soon," he said. I simply waved and exited the store.
We will most likely revisit this place again.
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