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Feeling Faint
Feeling faint from the crowd, the sweat in the air and
the second hand cigarette smoke I was forced to breathe
I retreated to the bathroom. The music blared behind the
door, slightly muffled but still loud enough to shake my
fragile grasp on consciousness. I walked over to the
sink,
turning the tap on, hoping to splash some water over my
face in an attempt to feel somewhat better. "Are you
alright?" She asked me, patting my forehead with some
damp paper toweling. I looked up at this stranger who
was maternally caring for me.
I was lying on the tiled floor of the bathroom, just
underneath the sinks and thankfully out of the way of
the door. "I must have fainted", I mumbled. She told me
she found me lying on the floor and hoped I hadn't
overdosed or something. I smiled, I don't do drugs, I
just get a little hyper-glyceamic sometimes. "No, it's
just the heat, and the smoke, and the sweat." I tried to
push myself up into a sitting position and my head span
wildly, she saw the look in my eyes, perhaps a green
tinge to my skin and told me to lie back down.
"I don't really like this band anyway, I was here for
the support acts, I'll stay here with you until
you're better." I love the kindness of strangers. She
pressed the cold paper toweling over my face again, then
re-wet it under the taps. I was regaining some
circulation, with the blood returning to my head I took
the chance to look her over properly. She had short
blonde hair, bleached
with about an inch of regrowth. Sexy and skanky, just my
type. He green eyes returned their attention to me as I
was admiring her cute tits in the tight white T-shirt
she wore.
She noticed where my attention had drifted to and
smiled, I smiled back. There were only three toilets and
they were all full, I wondered what the people were
doing in there that was taking so
long. I came to the bathroom for some cool water and a
little space, but my bladder was making me aware of it's
growing need to piss. I looked from door to door,
willing the women to come out and let me in. "Your color
looks a bit better", she informed me. I started to sit
up on the filthy floor, thankful I wore a black skirt
and the tight black top rather than a paler color which
would have shown up the filth I'd been lying in.
"I'm busting to go", I let her know. "So am I, I wonder
what they're doing in there." I laughed, I liked the way
she thought, dirty minds think alike. I decided it was
ridiculous to wait for any longer, they obviously
weren't coming out in a hurry, and my bladder was
becoming quite insistent. We
must have been in tune, she stood up and pulled her
skirt up over her hips, I looked at her with lust and
curiosity. "I can't take this any more, give me a hand."
I stood up and supported her legs as she sat herself
over the hand basin, I looked into her eyes, they were
sparkling and she leant forward and kissed me deeply on
the mouth.
I heard the trickling of her piss down the drain and
looked down to see the last of it, she was gripping the
basin with her hands, I bent my head to between her legs
and licked over her clit and
her pussy lips, I love the taste of pussy flavored with
a little piss.
She pushed herself forward onto my face and I slipped a
few fingers inside her pussy, still holding her with my
other hand. She started to moan, wriggling her butt all
over the place and licked and flicked at her clitoris
with my tongue. In no time at all my fingers were
drenched with her cum as she gripped my head tightly to
her pussy. I was amazed at her response time, but
realized that the kinkiness of the situation, the riske
aspect of oral sex in a bathroom where just behind the
door were several hundred people, who could walk in at
any time. She let go of my head and I looked up at her,
kissing her again with her taste on my tongue.
She slipped off of the basin, asking me if I needed to
go, if I didn't need to go I would've forced
myself to, but luckily I had a more than full bladder. I
sat up on the basin and she started rubbing her fingers
over my clit as I began to piss. She bit at my nipples
through my T-shirt and just as I'd finished pissing I
was drenching her hand with my own juices. I kissed her
and slipped off the
basin grinding my cunt against hers, pushing her into
the wall.
Just then, one of the toilets became free, we laughed at
the irony and went back into the crowd, hand in hand. |
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