Public bathroom sex Stories

The bar thrums with life on a warm summer evening. Music pulses through the air, blending with bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Small groups of people cluster together, leaning in close as they sip colourful cocktails and exchange stories. I stand at the bar, nursing a whisky on the rocks. Its smoky burn is grounding me in the chaos around me. That’s when I see her. She’s standing near the far wall, illumin...

Noam and Martha arrived in town and needed to charge their Tesla before they checked into their hotel. He pulled in at the far end of the row of futuristic charging ports and got out to plug in the cable. When he reopened the car door, his wife had already pulled her boobs out of her open top. Her panties were on the floor. He unzipped before he climbed in behind the wheel. She finished with his belt and tugged his jockey...

I’ve just finished a long day at work and was now at the Pier, heading for my ferry home. As I get there, I groan as I see my ride: Its unfortunately Raider: she’s a 300-seat jet-drive fast monohull that had spent most of her life in the genteel waters of the Swan River until some idiot in Harbour Ferries had a brain-fart and thought that she’d be good in the open waters of our Harbour. When the weather is fine, she’s hot...

Dianne Cummings was head of the Christmas Party Planning Committee for her church. She was excited about it the first months but now… she was standing in the dairy section having a crisis of faith while having a staring contest with the cow mascot on a gallon of milk. “Uhm, Ma’am?” The young grocer asked as he adjusted the yogurt he was stocking. “Maybe I should call it ‘Is this Dystopia What Our Lord Would Have Wanted Ch...

Warm beams of sunlight teased through the window of the coffee shop. Shelby sat there, relaxing, admiring the milky taste of her latte and glancing through the window at the busy street beyond. The sound of a spoon against a cup, juxtaposed with the murmur of customers ordering food and coffee, added another layer to the aroma of brewed coffee. She couldn’t see him at first—the man sitting zoned out across from her, his i...

I live in a warm part of the country so when October rolled around, and pumpkin spice lattes appeared on the menu at the campus coffee shops, the temperature was still in the 80s and the weather was beautiful. It had been a week or so since I had gotten caught checking out Beth in my class, and I was still a little shocked that the whole incident had gotten me worked up enough to finger myself in my office while gawking a...