Changing Sides at the Gloryhole

Changing Sides at the Glory hole
Part 1

It was late one night when Lana was driving home from work. She was cruising down the motorway, having drank 3 cups of coffee just to stay awake, when suddenly her bladder felt like it was going to burst. She had to stop off at the next service station she saw. She was driving for another 10 minutes before she came across a service station, and by then she was absolutely bursting.

She pulled into the car park and parked up as close to the building as possible. She grabbed her phone and handbag off the passenger seat, got out, locked the car, and briskly walked into the building.

“Excuse me, do you know where the bathroom is?” She asked a man in a suit, wearing a name tag, assuming that he was the manager.

“Yeah sure, they’re just out that door,” he pointed at the door she came in through, “and if you follow the building round to your right, they’re just round the back there,” he said with a smile.

“Brilliant,” She beamed back at him, “thank you very much.”

“No problem at all.” He replied.

She walked out the door, and when she was sure no-one was around to see her she began running round the building to the toilet. As she was running her phone went off in her handbag, but she just ignored it. Top priority was getting to the bathroom before she wet herself, then she could see who was trying to get hold of her.

She found the door with a wooden plaque saying ‘Toilets’ on it, and walked in. There was no distinction between Male/Female toilets, it was just a long room with sinks at one end, and a row of 15 toilet cubicles. As far as public toilets go it was quite clean in there, there wasn’t an overwhelmingly bad smell like there normally is in public toilets.

She walked into one of the cubicles, locked the door, pulled her dress up, pants down and lowered herself onto the toilet. Relief filled her body as the need to pee subsided, it was only now that she was relaxed that she remembered her phone.

She had a message from her girlfriend Ivy saying ‘I can’t wait to see you baby, I’ll be waiting up for you. I love you xxx’

She sighed and dropped her phone back in her bag. Her and Ivy had been a couple for almost 3 years now, and they had never had any trouble, but Lana was now in her early 20’s and there was something lacking from being in a relationship with a girl. She had never been attracted to guys, but there was a strong part of her that was very curious about what it would be like to be with a guy.

She sat back against the toilet and took a deep breath, she was torn, she had no idea what to do about the situation she was in. She did love Ivy, but as more time passed, the relationship seemed to be less fulfilling for her, she wanted a guy. Well, she didn’t really want a guy, she just wanted sex, proper sex.

She closed her eyes at the thought, her mind drifting away to the land of possibility. A land where she can still be with Ivy, and have sex with whoever she wants at the same time, a land of freedom. She could feel the pleasure drifting through her body, all cultivating in one place, growing warmer and wetter… her pussy. Her fingers slowly trailed up her leg, reaching her groin, and waiting, then slowing moving more, over her clean shaven mound. She lightly ran her finger up her moist slit, shivering as she did.

She applied more pressure, slowly pushing her fingers into herself, imagining that she was getting fucked by a huge cock, and for the first time imagining giving head to a cock. Having it deep in her throat. Her fingers began to move faster and faster, working her pussy hard, she began to tremble and moan, but then she was snapped out of it by a heavy knocking sound.

She jumped, startled, crossing her legs, and staring at the door in front of her, then she heard it again. But it wasn’t coming from the door, it was coming from the next cubicle over. She looked at the wall, and noticed what she hadn’t noticed before… a hole in the wall, into the next cubicle. Her eyes darted to the other wall, the same. She lent forward and looked into the hole, she could see all the way to the end cubicle, she looked the other way to see how far it went, but she couldn’t see.

A figure obstructed her vision. She could only see one part of him, and assumed that he had seen her masturbating by the fact that he already had a throbbing hard on.

Her heart began to race, ‘oh fuck’ she thought to herself, ‘what do I do?’ She was panicking, but her pussy had other ideas, growing wetter and wetter at the thought of the guy in the next cubicle. She looked again, this time he was walking over to the hole.