Finding Love in the Park Bathroom - Sex Stories

Finding Love in the Park Bathroom

The Park Bathroom Changed My Life By Tikiman Derek went first and checked out that the coast was clear. I looked around one last time to make sure that no one saw a girl in a skimpy bikini running into a men’s room. It smelled like most park bathrooms I had been in, that hint of piss and shit, but unlike the ladies which always had that whiff of old perfume, this one had an odd chemical smell. When I asked Derek about it, he pointed out the urinal cakes in each of the metal linesd urinals. He unzipped his board shorts and whipped out his half hard tallywacker and dead aimed a stream right on the white disk releasing more of that odd smell. “Let’s get this over with so you can win that stupid bet with your buddies” I said. He stopped peeing, but didn’t put his dick away. He turned his camera on and began to take pictures of me all over the men’s rooms, culminating with me up on the long sheetmeal multi-sink bar, almost, but not quite barring my tits. I jumped down and leaned against the sinks. “Did you get the shots you wanted?” He nodded and stood beside me, showing me the pics. They were more risqué that I had expected, and I see my nipples had hardened in the cool air of the bathroom. I have very long nipples. Not saying anything he stepped in front of me and began to kiss me. I opened my mouth and moaned a little, and that was all the encouragement he needed. As his tongue invaded my open mouth, he reached around behind me and untied my top. His hands roamed over my back ...

... and the sides of my boobs now that they had been freed from the top. He pulled it the rest of the way off and bent over to take a nipple in his mouth. Then he reached for the side ties of my bottoms, but I stopped him. I wasn’t read for that yet. He straightened up and began to kiss me again. I could feel the penis still sticking on of this shorts grinding against my crotch. I again moaned into his mouth as we dueled with our tongues. My butt was crushed against the sink and he was rubbing against me pretty hard. I’d call it dry humping, but I was really wet in my bikini bottoms. I started to grind back against him, I just couldn’t help it. After just a few minutes of his ministrations and I knew that if he tried for the ties of my bottoms again, I probably wouldn’t stop him. He didn’t, but what his did do was worse. He reached down and pulled the fabric of my bottoms aside revealing my shaved mound. He started that grinding again and now his penis was rubbing directly against my clit. I felt his ass dip down a little and the head of his prick lined up with my pussy and before I knew it, he was inside me. Not much, but more than my fingers which up till now had been the only things up there. I broke our kiss and looked him in the eyes. As we stared at each other, I felt him press harder, eventually hitting my cherry. This wasn’t how I had imagined this, with the smells of piss and urinal cake making my eyes water, but my body didn’t care. He pulled back and grabbing my hips ...