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Why Ladies go the Bathroom in Pairs (FF)
By Anonymous Author c 1991



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It was one of those not quite hot, pre-summer nights. You 
know, the sultry kind that might make you want to forget 
about wearing pantyhose, even underpants for that matter - 
which I did as a matter of fact. I was out clubbing in the 
City, just dancing up a storm and really getting into the 
scene.  

Never a shrinking violet I had donned a tight Lycra 
strapless dress in my favorite color - black. You know, one 
of those little numbers that defy the laws of gravity and 
sort of suspend themselves on your boobs. The dancing was 
fierce and furious that night and I could feel the sweat 
oozing from every pore in my body. 

The dance floor was tremendously overcrowded and there was a 
lot of friction, both accidental and not so accidental, 
going on. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass and I sensed the 
presence of someone gyrating in back of me. Strange, it 
didn't have a manly smell to it. No, this was definitely 
someone of the feminine persuasion. 

Feeling adventurous, I did not shy away from the hand, but 
rather moved my body in a way to play into its soft touch. 
Apparently sensing that there was not going to be a problem, 
the hand got more daring. It ran a course from my, 
voluptuous behind around to my stomach and slowly trailed 
its way up, grazing my nipples through the thin material of 
my dress. 

I glanced down and realized that my intuition had been 
right. A slim, tanned hand that most certainly had a woman's 
body attached to it, was tracing its way down again and 
rested, ever so lightly, for a brief moment on my pubic 
mound. Not willing to spoil this tantalizing feeling, I 
resisted the urge to turn around. 

Instead, I backed up on to the hand and found myself pressed 
against a warm, tight female shape with a nice firm pair of 
tits. I rubbed myself against her crotch and almost 
instantly felt her nipples harden and poke into the bare 
skin of my back. 

From what I could gather, she was not overdressed either; as 
I could feel the goose bumps on her aureole harden through 
the thin silk of her top. My pussy was getting wetter and 
wetter as her hands continued their journey around my body 
and I could feel that familiar dull ache of lust growing 
between my thighs. 

I couldn't stand the suspense any longer and slowly turned 
around to face my unknown assailant. When I did, I found 
myself looking eye to eye with one of the most gorgeous 
creatures I had ever seen. Her green eyes lit up as a smile 
played around her sultry lips. 

She tossed back a full mane of blond hair and I knew that I 
wanted her right then. I held her close to me and slipped my 
hands down into the small of her back. Pressing my crotch 
against hers, I ground against her. As she let out a tiny 
moan, I bent forward and slowly kissed her neck. The scent 
and taste of her sweat mingled with that of Chanel No. 5 
made for the most powerful aphrodisiac I had ever 
encountered. 

I grabbed her hand and lead her off the dance floor and 
towards the equally overcrowded ladies' room. She followed 
without any sign of reluctance whatsoever and I finally got 
a chance to admire her long legs and shapely body as we 
strolled through the club. Once inside, we waited till a 
stall was vacant, never letting go of each other's hand and 
never speaking a word. 

We both knew what we wanted and inane conversation did not 
fit into this picture. Inside the tight constraints of the 
stall, we were finally as alone as one can get in that 
maddening place. We kissed each other - long, lingering and 
hot. I raised my hands and slowly massaged her nipples 
through the material of her blouse. She trailed her lips 
down to my neck (always one of my most erogenous zones) and 
nibbled softly. 

I undid her blouse and, simultaneously, she pulled down the 
top of my dress, as we played with each other's tits. The 
feel of her warm, soft flesh and the hardness of her nipples 
made me mad with desire. I slowly bent forward and took each 
nipple into my mouth, teasing them and caressing them with 
my tongue. She was pressed up against the wall in the small 
stall, and I would not let her get away from my touch. 

My tongue continued its trail along the salty rise of her 
belly. I lifted her short skirt to find her beautiful muff. 
Ever so lightly, I traced my finger through her pubes, just 
barely touching her hard pink clit. I let my tongue take 
over and licked her wet pussy, while my fingers kept the 
pressure on her clit. 

The scent of her cunt was indescribable; the taste of her 
musky sweetness was getting me off right there. Her knees 
buckled slightly and I knew she wanted my fingers inside 
her. I slowly slid two fingers into her tight pussy and 
moved my mouth so that I could continue to lick her clit.

I felt her body tighten and shiver, then she grabbed onto my 
shoulders, digging her fingers into my skin. I increased the 
rhythm of my strokes and felt her melt, her tight cunt 
contracting like a vice around my fingers. Her swelling clit 
seemed to explode and her juice started to flow into my hand 
as I slowly slipped my fingers out and used my tongue to lap 
up the honey that dripped from her pussy. 

Totally spent, and with my pussy throbbing from my own 
orgasm, I walked out of the stall towards the sink to survey 
the damage in the mirror. Not too bad, a little powder and 
lipstick and everything was back to normal. 

She was still in the stall as I walked out of the ladies' 
room and I took with me the scent of her sweet pussy in my 
nostrils and the feel of her soft skin on my hands. I didn't 
see her again that night on the dance floor, guess she was a 
little tired and left, nor have I seen her since. 

But that's fine - you can't relive a moment like that, it 
losses a lot if you try to. Though perhaps you will now 
understand why some of us ladies prefer to go the bathroom 
in pairs.

                THE END
