Subject:     Fucking in a Mall Restroom 
Story Codes: mf exhib oral
Diary Date:  August 12, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

I’d been having sex for about a year now and in that time I learned that the 
naughtier it is, the more fun it is.  Although I wasn't about to do it in 
stage in front of the world, getting laid in a men’s public restroom was 
getting pretty close!

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – Food Court Tease  
   Chapter 2 – In the Restroom


Chapter 1 – Food Court Tease
============================

John and I had known each other all our lives, living in the same 
neighborhood and even attending the same church.  He asked me out for the 
first time a few weeks before I finished off my freshman year of high school 
and we started dating regularly. John fucked me on a regular basis and we 
spent most of the summer looking for any opportunity for sex, even to the 
point of doing it at a public beach not too long ago.

One evening John took me to the mall on the south side of town to see a 
movie.  After grabbing a bite in the food court we still had plenty of time 
before the movie so John excused himself for a visit to the food court 
restrooms. I waited patiently at the table, getting a kick out of the looks 
from all the cute horny boys passing by.  One thing I don’t think I’ll ever 
get tired of is being looked at that way.  It makes me feel good inside 
knowing that even at just fifteen, I I look sexy enough to catch their eye 
and it thrills me to imagine what dirty thoughts must be going through their 
adolescent minds. 

The biggest part of flirting is flaunting what you’ve got.  The more they see 
– and thus the more they go nuts because they can’t have it, the better.  By 
keeping my legs crossed I was able to give them a better view of my ass which 
was straining against the skin-tight jeans I was wearing. It was so low cut 
that the crack of my ass was just barely visible, which also had the effect 
of sending the message that there was nothing between me and my jeans.

The tails of my pink blouse were tied up in front to convert it into a make-
shift halter.  It was completely unbuttoned so the knot was the only thing 
keeping it together and when I leaned forward it would pop open enough to 
where someone might think they could peek down and see my growing boobs.  
Well, at least a few of the boys thought so since they would turn around and 
walk past me again, this time slower and a lot closer with their eyes down, 
pretending not to be looking but doing all they could to get a peek at some 
teenage boobs.  Of course I acted the entire time as though I was totally 
oblivious, letting them think they were getting away with something naughty.

Actually I was hoping that they got a good look so that they would masturbate 
that night thinking about me.  I love the thought of a boy hiding in the 
bathroom with the door locked, jerking his hard cock while he dreams of 
fucking me while his sister is yelling at him to hurry up and asking what’s 
taking so long. Finally he cums all over himself as he dreams of cumming in 
my open mouth just after I told him what a great cock he has and how badly I 
wanted him to fuck me.

I was getting hornier by the minute as I sat there thinking about how much 
power a girl like me has over a boy to make him do such an act.  It wasn't 
the fact that they would be masturbating later that turned me on so much as 
they would be masturbating about ME.  Having a guy look at me and get all 
hard and horny just from the sight of me, knowing nothing else about me but 
when he can assume from the way I look and dress, is one of the greatest 
compliments I can get.  Yep, being a teenage girl is so cool!

My fantasies of hordes of young teenage boys masturbating about me was 
interrupted when I was startled by someone touching my shoulder from behind.   
John had finally returned and he had this excited look on his face.  He sat 
down across from me and leaning forward, whispering to me in a conspiratorial 
tone, “Kelly, I just had a great idea. Let’s do it in the men’s room!”

What? I looked at him as if he was nuts, and actually that is exactly what I 
was thinking. He saw my reaction so he kept talking.  “Don’t worry, there was 
nobody in there the whole time I was gone.  Besides, we won’t do it out in 
the open. There’s this huge handicapped stall complete with handrails that 
has plenty of room for us to do it.”

No matter how you sugar coat it, it was STILL a men’s room and lord only knew 
when it was last cleaned.  Although the concept was hot, I just couldn't 
imagine doing it on a toilet.  Uncertain how to respond, I remained silent 
with this “you must be high” look going and so he started to plead with me 
saying, “C’mon Kelly it’ll be fun; a lot better than sitting out here teasing 
those poor boys!”

I blushed slightly as I realized how blatant my actions must have been.  
Damn, imagine what might have happened if someone like my pastor had walked 
by me? I looked at him as if I had no idea what he was talking about, causing 
John to laugh at my reaction.

“Don’t even TRY to act all innocent with me girl.  I was watching you for the 
last few minutes - and so were half the guys in the food court! You were 
loving it and you know it! God Kelly, you can be such a sexy slut when you 
turn it on.”

I couldn't help but smile at his compliment but I had to shake my head in 
disbelief when it came to his wacky idea.  Was he nuts or what? It wasn't the 
idea of doing it in a public place; heck, it was me after all that suggested 
doing it in the water at a crowded beach not too long ago.  No, what 
concerned me the most was the idea of being fucked in a dirty men’s room.   
Face it – men miss! The girl’s room wouldn't be any better.  It’s downright 
disgusting what women will do out of fear of touching their butts to a public 
toilet seat!!

Looking at my watch, I saw we still had a good hour before we needed to get 
to the theater.  My mind began to drift off as I dreamed of John’s cock and 
what we might do during the movie, about how good it was going to feel to 
have him touch me and fondle me while we slid down into our seats in the 
darkened theater.  Depending on the crowd I might blow him and if conditions 
were just right, maybe even let him fuck me.  

I imagined him stroking in and out over and over again while the couple in 
front of us ate their popcorn, oblivious to what was going on right behind 
them.  Would they notice the smell of my pussy as he played with me as it got 
wetter and wetter? Finally thoughts of him cumming in me, creating hot 
flashes that burst inside of me like fireworks going off as his sperm spewed 
out his sexy cock as it remained buried deep inside of my pussy.  “Hey Kelly? 
You still there? Ummmmm, Earth to Kelly!”

My thoughts were interrupted as I realized I had drifted off into some erotic 
daydream.  Damn, now I was even hornier than before! The need to be fucked 
was overwhelming me, like an addict needing her next fix.  What the heck, why 
not go for it? I mean, how bad could it really be? It wasn't like I would be 
laying on the floor or anything.  Before I could change my mind I stood up 
and took his hand. My grin as all he needed to know I what I wanted. As we 
left the table I turned to him, still shaking my head.

“You know Johnny boy, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to go along with this.  
Heck, I’ve never even been IN a public men’s room! All I can say is you’d 
better make damn sure nobody catches us!”

It was almost comical the way John had this huge grin on his face and from 
the obvious hard-on he was developing it was obvious that he was horny as 
well.


Chapter 2 – In the Restroom
===========================

He held my hand as we walked down the long hallway to where the restrooms 
were.   At the moment there was nobody around so I stood outside the doors 
while John went in to check out the men's room.  A few seconds later he 
opened the door and motioned with his hand for me to come in.  One last look 
to be sure nobody saw me and then I quickly slipped inside and took a look 
around.

It felt weird to be in the men’s side with the urinals all lined up.  I was 
relieved to see that it looked quite clean and had apparently just been 
serviced since even the garbage cans were empty. John was standing by the 
last stall, which had a double-wide door and a handicapped sign on it.  It 
was huge! I guess it needed plenty of room for a wheelchair to move around 
plus it was lined with stainless steel rails.  The walls went within two 
inches of the floor, which also made me feel a little more secure.  I’ve been 
in some public restroom where all you had to do was lean over for a view of 
the woman next to you.  This was much better in that I couldn't picture 
someone lying on the floor in a public bathroom just to peek in.  Then again, 
we WERE in the men’s room...

“Hurry up Kelly, get your cute little butt in here before someone comes in!’

The thought of some old geezer walking in and seeing me standing there was 
more than enough to get me moving and I scurried into the stall. Once I was 
in John shut and locked the door behind us.  It took just one giggle to find 
out how the sound echoed off the tiled walls.  John’s eyes widened and he 
whispered to me, “Shhhhhh! Quit giggling! Anybody out there will be able to 
hear everything!”

I moved up close to John and put my arms around him.  He was about six or 
seven inches taller than me and so I had to look up with my head back to see 
his face.   It wasn't so bad when I was in heels but today it was just my 
sneakers and they didn't give any boost at all.

“Well... now that we’re here what was it that you wanted to do to me again?” 
I asked, as if I didn't already know.

John reached down and kissed me with all the passion of a horny teenager as 
his hands worked their way down my back and finally to my butt where he 
fondled my ass through my jeans.  Just then we heard the door open and 
someone walked in.  There were some steps and then a long sigh of relief.  He 
must have been using the urinal because I couldn’t hear the sound of him 
peeing the way I did when my dad used the toilet at home.  The entire 
situation as so bizarre I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing 
out loud at the whole crazy situation.  

God, I was actually in a public restroom, a MEN’S restroom at that, getting 
ready to be fucked by my boyfriend, and now some strange guy just a few feet 
away was pissing into a urinal as if nothing was going on next door to him.

After the momentary distraction I went back to what I REALLY wanted. 
Unbuckling John’s belt, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with 
his boxers to his ankles.  His shirttails were hiding his crotch so I reached 
through them where I grabbed his ever stiffening cock.

Mmmmmmm, it felt so warm and smooth, I licked my lip and couldn’t wait to 
taste it! Outside I could hear the guy washing his hands as I crouched down 
and looked at John’s dick as it stuck out straight into my face.  God it 
looked so big this close up! The head was smooth and then turned into his 
shaft, stiff with his veins bulging out.

My tongue reached out and I lightly flicked it along the tip of his cock, 
like I was tasting a popsicle before eating it.  Holding it by the shaft, I 
rubbed the head along my cheeks and face, even over my forehead. I could 
smell the thick muskiness of his crotch as he got excited and even hornier by 
the minute.

The poor boy must have been dying for me to take his cock in my mouth.  Odds 
were he didn't know who bad I wanted it now too.  Enough playfulness, time to 
get down to business! Taking John’s cock in my mouth, I buried my face in his 
smelly crotch as I sucked on the entire length of his now hardened shaft.  
His pubic hair brushed lightly against my cheeks, tickling me like a feather 
running across my skin.

John groaned just a little and I almost choked as suddenly remembered the guy 
on the other side of the door.  Oh well, he probably figured John was 
constipated or at the very least, enjoying a nice dump.  Hmmm, I wonder what 
he would say if he knew I was giving John one of the most erotic blowjobs of 
his life?

It was about a year now since I first started sucking cock and with all the 
practice I was getting, I felt I was becoming pretty good at it.  John was 
clearly enjoying my efforts! His hands ran through my hair and then he pulled 
my head into his crotch, pushing his cock into my mouth as far as I could 
take it.  My hands reached around him and grabbed his bare butt.  I squeezed 
his firm ass with both hands and marveled at the firmness of him.  I love a 
hard ass on a guy and John’s felt so good in my hands I could have held onto 
it all night.

John started pumping his cock into my mouth like he was fucking my pussy 
except now it was in my mouth.  I loved the feel of his groin as it bumped 
into my face whenever he pressed himself as deep as he could into my mouth.  
Just then I heard the door open and then it was quiet as we had the room to 
ourselves again.   I let John’s cock slip out of my mouth and we both laughed 
at what had just happened.

“Damn Kelly, that was so hot! I mean, shit, you were blowing me while he was 
just on the other side of that door! Do you think he had any idea what was 
going on?”

I just shook my head and grinned after which I went back to work on him.  I 
wasn’t going to waste any time chatting when I had his cock available to me.   
John certainly wasn't complaining, that’s for sure! His cock was now standing 
up straight, pointing upward like a missile preparing for takeoff, making it 
easy for me to lick up the back of it from the base to the head.  I slurped 
it up like a kid with a dripping ice cream cone except this one was hard, 
warm and wet with my spit.  As I started from the bottom and worked my way to 
the tip he shuddered when I passed over the bottom lip of his head and ran my 
tongue in circles.

“Oh god Kelly, you are an incredible little cocksucker! Fuck! I just love it 
when you run your tongue around me like that.”

I may not have sucked a hundred cocks (yet at least!) but enough so far to 
learn that every guy likes his cock sucked differently.  There was simply no 
right or wrong way to do it.  The key, I learned, was to adapt to him by 
paying attention to his reaction.  Even if he doesn’t say anything, a guy 
gives enough clues through the reaction of his body to tell you when you are 
doing it the way he likes it.

Once I realized this (I guess my mom had mentioned it to me on one of her 
“lessons” but of course I had to find out for myself) it didn't take long for 
me to acquire quite the reputation with the boys for being the best 
cocksucker around, at last for my age.

Once again I took his cock into my mouth as he leaned back against the 
concrete wall.  John had a nice cock but it wasn't overly huge so I was able 
to take him in deep, all the way until the tip was nearing the back of my 
throat and my lips were at the base of his throbbing cock.  I twisted my head 
around the shaft, causing John to groan from the incredible sensations I was 
creating in his cock.

Just then the door open yet again and what must have been at least four boys 
came in. From the sounds of their voices they were just kids, maybe ten years 
old or so.  One of them was being teased about a girl that they were claiming 
he kissed.  He was protesting that he didn’t like her and would never kiss a 
girl anyway.  It was amusing to me as little did they know that just a few 
feet away I was not just kissing a guy, but doing things to his cock they 
hadn’t even imagined at this stage of their young lives!

It was so tempting to open the stall door and give them a show.  If it had 
just been one I may have done it because who would have believed him if he 
told anyone and the idea of a having a young boy watch me, seeing a girl 
giving head for the first time in his life, was incredibly erotic to me.  
Alas, for the moment I was left with just the voyeuristic thrill of doing it 
with little more than a thin door separating us and the occasional sound of 
my slurping on his cock escaping for him to hear.

Left to my own devices, I could have sucked John for hours but evidently he 
had other ideas.  John lifted me to my feet and without making a sound, 
turned me around so I was facing towards him.  Then he pushed me back against 
the wall and had me grab onto the handrail on either side of me.  As I 
watched silently, he untied the knot in the middle of my blouse and once 
undone, he opened it to reveal my perky small boobs with nipples pointing out 
like small bullets.  He covered each one with his hands, which was not too 
hard given how small they were, and squeezed them gently.

My nipples were so sensitive just the pressure of his palm against them was 
enough to make my breast tingle and little jolts like electricity ran from my 
breasts through the rest of me. He bent over and licked my right boob’s 
nipple, running his tongue in circles around it and then grabbing it with his 
teeth and softly tugging on it.  John had spent enough time already playing 
with my boobs for me to teach him what I liked and he obviously had learned 
his lessons well! I could have let him continue like this all night but he 
had other plans.

With his mouth still sucking on my nipple, John’s hands reached down to my 
waist and I could feel him undoing my jeans and then sliding them down to my 
ankles.   As usual I wasn’t wearing panties as it made it so much easier for 
him at times like this.  I lifted one foot at a time to allow him to slip 
them off of me and he hung my jeans up on a hook on the back of the door.  I 
turned around and grabbed the rails again letting him have a nice view of my 
bare ass. I wiggled it suggestively to him as I spread my legs apart and 
leaned forward to expose my hungry pussy.  John reached between my legs and 
ran his finger up and down it, wetting my clit with the moisture from my 
pussy.  With his other hand he guiding his rock hard cock to my pussy like a 
heat-seeking missile – and boy was my pussy one heck of a hot target for it 
to lock onto!

Just as he was about to fuck me the stall door rattled as one of the boys 
knocked repeatedly on it. A little voice called out to us, “Hey, who’s in 
there?” At that moment, with his swollen cock pressed against the entrance to 
my pussy, and on the verge of entering me, not surprisingly John wasn’t 
interested in fooling around with some kid’s curiosity.

“Go away kid! I’m busy in here!’

The boys all laughed and I heard some whispering with the words “beating off” 
standing out.  I turned my head upwards and John grinned at me as I mouthed 
the words, “Fuck me!” to him and he smiled even broader than before in 
return.  What was it with guys that all a girl has to say is, “fuck me” and 
they become like total idiots, forgetting things and not paying attention to 
anything else?

John’s cock head pressed harder against me but his missile guidance system 
was off kilter so I reached my hand between my legs until I lightly touched 
the cock that wanted so desperately to enter me.  Using my fingers, I spread 
my wet pussy lips apart to make it easier for him to enter me.  Once he felt 
his cock beginning to slide into me, John pushed forward against me, driving 
him stiff cock deep inside of me.  He kept pushing until his crotch was 
pressed up against my ass and I wiggled it just a bit to make his pubic hair 
move and tickle my butt.

Now that he was in me, John started pumping himself in and out of me, forcing 
me to grab the rail tightly to keep my balance.  My ass pushed back to meet 
his thrusts and drive his cock deeper into me each time he lunged forward.  
As John fucked me faster I could hear his crotch slapping into my ass as well 
as the slurping sound of his cock as it slid in and out of my dripping wet 
pussy.

Evidently, I wasn’t the only who could hear these sounds as suddenly there 
was a bunch of whispering and giggles from the other side of the door and 
soon there was another knock on the door. “Hey mister, whatcha doin’ in 
there?”

You’ve got to give credit to john – he kept fucking me and never missed a 
beat in spite of our “audience”.   In fact, I think he was actually even more 
turned now with them listening as he fucked me.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Now get out of here you little perverts!” he 
yelled through the door. We could hear the other boys teasing the one who had 
knocked, calling him a “homo” and other silly things I guess that’s how boys 
at that age talk to each other.  John leaned forward even more against me as 
he reached around and started fondling my breasts again, squeezing them 
gently and lightly pinching my nipples between his fingers.  He used them 
like handles to hold me and pull me back against him as he fucked me harder 
and harder.

In the meantime, I was getting off knowing the kids were listening intently 
outside the stall, not to mention the amazing sensations being generated 
within me by John’s cock as he screwed me.  My pussy exploded with a searing 
hot feeling which then spread throughout my entire body.  Wave after wave of 
intense pleasure coursed through me as I came incredibly hard.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in a long time and 
my God it felt so good! It was times like this, when I was being fucked hard 
and experiencing an orgasm as intense as this one that made me glad I wasn’t 
“saving myself for marriage”.

John kept driving his cock in and out of me, in and out as relentlessly 
pounded my pussy as it gripped his cock so hard he could barely pull out of 
me.  All I wanted at that moment was for him to keep fucking me and never 
stop.  I wanted these feeling to never end, to just fill me with the most 
intense pleasure a woman can feel.  God I loved to be fucked!!

I was brought back to earth by the sound of the restroom door opening as the 
boys left.  I guess with the short attention span of boys that age that they 
had heard enough of whatever they thought was going on and were off to 
whatever trouble they could cause elsewhere. 

Once again is was just John and me in the room again – perfect timing! I was 
almost dizzy with pleasure at that point and all I wanted was to concentrate 
on what he was doing to me with his wonderful cock.  With my eyes closed I 
matched his rhythm, bouncing back and forth against him in time with his 
strokes.  Then he stopped suddenly and his cock was out of me! He sat down on 
the toilet seat with his legs as wide apart with his pants still around his 
ankles, sporting his erect cock that was glistening in the bright lights with 
dampness of my pussy juices.

“Sit on my dick Kelly,” he commanded as he stroked his cock for me to see.

I was breathing pretty heavy at that point and besides, words were not 
something to be wasting time with. I licked my lips in anticipation and 
backed in between his legs.  Bending over to give him the best view of my 
swollen and wet pussy that he had just desecrated, I pulled my ass cheeks 
apart with my hands until I felt him positioning himself to reenter my cunt. 

When his dick starting to part me I lowered myself down on him, driving him 
into me in one hard motion. As wet as I was then he slipped in easily and 
suddenly I was sitting on his lap with his cock buried in me. 

I looked down and was thrilled a the site of seeing the base of his hairy 
cock pressing against my bare pussy, knowing that the rest of him was in me.  
At the same time I could feel him pushing deep inside of me as he filled my 
pussy the way it was meant to be.  This was the way I wish my pussy could 
always feel, penetrated by the very thing it was designed to host, telling me 
by driving me insane with pleasure how happy it was to have a hard cock 
inside of it.  How could anyone possibly say this was wrong? How could I be 
too young to fuck when it felt so damn good?

The bars on each side of the stall were perfectly placed such that I could 
grab one on each side for balance.  Using my arms to lift myself I rocked 
back and forth on his cock, leaning forward to pull off of him and then back 
to drive him home again.  The toilet seat had a distinctive squeaking sound 
as the weight on it shifted but neither of us cared.  My legs were tight 
together between his thighs making my pussy grab him even tighter than usual.  
John’s warm hands were on my bare hips, helping to time my motion with his 
natural rhythm.

I almost jumped off of him with surprise when the restroom door suddenly 
slammed open and I heard the sound of feet of rushing into the room.   A 
zipper came down and a few seconds later a loud sigh of relief filled the 
room.  Someone evidently had just made it in time! I was ready to cum again 
at this point and even if the toilet was squeaking louder than ever I was not 
going to stop just because some guy was pissing next door.  I felt my orgasm 
beginning to crest once more and then like a wave it came crashing down onto 
me, covering me with its brute force of pleasure and ecstasy.

I leaned back on John, lifting my legs up and then spreading them over his so 
I was seated firmly on his cock.  John groaned as my pussy drenched his cock 
with my cum, squeezing his cock in a death grip with as my body tensed and 
then convulsed from the fabulous feelings that were filling me inside.

The guy outside suddenly laughed saying, “Hang in there guy, I know how you 
feel!” I would have loved to have unlatched the door to let him know how very 
wrong he was in his interpretation of John’s groan but fortunately I couldn’t 
reach the handle or who knows what might have happened! As it was the guy 
washed his hands and left almost as quickly as he had come in.

In the meantime I was still mesmerized by the lingering effects of my last 
orgasm.  With my legs now straddling him I humped John’s cock, bouncing on it 
like a bull rider.  He helped by lifting my up and down from the waist and 
lifting his hips in time with me.

“Damn Kelly,” he moaned, ”I’m cumming now!” Sure enough he was.  I sat still 
to feel the full effect of his pulsing cock as it spit its load of sperm deep 
into me.  I don’t think I will ever get tired of that sensation, the feeling 
I get when hot cum is squirted deep inside of my cunt. Some of the cum 
drained down out of my pussy onto his cock and when he was finished I got off 
of him and sucked his sensitive cock, making him jump each time I took it 
into my mouth.

Damn he tasted good! Nothing like a smelly cock covered with cum and pussy 
juice! I kept sucking him as he shrank in my mouth, becoming smaller and 
softer for me.  Finally he was limp and I dropped him from my lips.  I stood 
up and gave him a long kiss, my pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks of 
my orgasm.

We both quickly dressed.  John took a peek out the door to make sure that 
nobody was out there.  He thought the coast was clear and so we both darted 
out of the rest room.  I was surprised to say the least to find the whole 
little tribe was still out in the hallway, goofing around like boys always 
seem to do.  You can imagine the look on their faces when they saw me leaving 
with John! John and I just laughed and smiled at them as we went back to the 
mall area and headed off for our movie.  I would have loved to been able to 
listen in on what those boys talked about after we left!

So far it had been a wonderful date with John and the prospect of sitting 
next to him in a dark movie theater after our little adventure in the 
restroom was looking more promising all the time.  I started to dream of what 
I could do to him in there.  Hmm, maybe our little group of boys would be in 
front of us!

THE END 
