| The Rest Room No moral or hidden meanings to this story. I just hope you enjoy the hottness in it! I've decided to sag school today! If you're not a Brit, to the Yanks it's hooky, or being posh, I'm gonna play truant! Mum's gone to work; she left for the early shift and won't be home for hours. She'll never have a clue I wasn't at school! I typed a letter on her computer and printed it out, I signed it for her, I've gotten pretty good at forging Mum's signature, and my head teacher, Ms Clinton, won't know the difference. Dear Ms Clinton.
Nikki cannot attend school on the 26th
as I have to take her to a meeting with her therapist. I know you are
aware of Nikki's problems and she will be back on the 27th as usual.
Ms Jacqueline Craig.
That note, when I handed it in yesterday, had Katherine Clinton nodding seriously and telling me "that's fine Nikki tell your mother I understand!" Of course the envelope was sealed and Ms Clinton thinks I'm blissfully unaware of what my Mum is supposed to have written. I've had breakfast and washed up my dishes. Mum told me she'd cooked my tea and it's in the fridge, "Just heat it in the microwave Nikki" which I will when I get home. Mum's a terrific cook and I love her food. I wonder who came up with the idea that kids love junk food instead of home cooking. Probably someone whose mum couldn't cook! I have a quick shower then skip naked into my bedroom to get dressed. It's late May and pretty warm so I don't need to wear much. First though I take a look at myself in my wall mirror. For eleven going on twelve I'm tall for my age, four feet ten inches. However, since I only weigh a little over eighty pounds I'm skinny, not a sign of me developing boobs yet! I've skinny legs, skinny thighs, and a skinny little rear end! We've got boys at my school with bigger tits than I've got. You can count my ribs but at least I've got one thing to be happy with, I've got super nipples. When I wear tight tee shirts or blouses I catch people copping a stare at my flat chest and bulging nips; as they poke through the cotton like a pair of thumbs! I think I've got a nice pussy too! Not a trace of hair on it yet and I don't want any either! There are girls in my class, I see them naked at the gym changing rooms, and they look like a fur rug around the thighs. YUK! Clothes selected! Nothing showy as I don't want to attract attention. The truancy people sometimes blitz malls and shopping centres; but early on a Tuesday morning it's not likely they'll be about. As insurance I have an appointment letter from my therapist, it's an old one but I bleached out the date and put in today's, if I'm stopped then I'm off school to see Dr Anders at the clinic. My outfit's simple, black socks and shoes, short grey skirt, pleated, not narrow and tight, a white cotton blouse and panties, and finally a zipped top also in grey. I really won't stand out in a crown! I pocket a little cash and my school bus pass (why pay when I can travel free?) and head out. Setting our alarm and locking the front door behind me I trot off down to the bus stop to catch the 81 out to the "Blue Triangle Mall and Shopping Experience" that's a twenty minutes ride away. I don't do the "truant" thing very often, try it on too many times and you'll get caught, and I do have "behaviour problems" so the school tends to give me a little leeway. I don't know how much they really know about my problem. You don't know anything about my problem but if you don't figure it out I might tell you later. Okay? The bus drops me off at a stop on a slip road along side the mall, as I walk across the car park I can see things are quiet, less than a quarter of the spaces occupied. Mind you it's a BIG car park so even a quarter full means it'll be fairly busy inside. As I approach the big glass doors they hiss open and I walk into the air conditioned foyer, as I do I hear a voice from behind me. "Hey Nikki no school today?" Turning I see it's okay because it's Barbara, my favourite security guard lady. She's not much taller than me, but chunky! My hair's blond and cut really short, hers is blond and just as short, but tightly curled. She's kitted out in navy blue trousers, a navy blue sweatshirt with the mall logo on it, and a pair of rubber soled lace up ankle boots. On the belt around her waist hangs her two way radio. I hand her my best "hi there" smile! "Hey Babs! No, no school today, I've an appointment at the clinic so I thought I'd kill some time at the mall before I go there." She gives me a huge wink! "That's cool kid, I'll catch you later!" I amble around, looking in the odd shop or store; I'm not carrying much money so I'm just planning for my next shopping trip. I'm gradually working my way up via the escalators and now I've reached the third level I'm heading for my target. I follow the signs, "Gentlemen's Toilets" "Disabled Toilets" "Baby Changing Room" then the one I'm after. "Ladies Toilets and Rest Room". I push open the swing door and stroll in. It's a new mall and this area's nice. All white tiles, stainless steel, glass and mirrors. Spotlessly clean and smelling faintly of pine disinfectant it glows under the neon strip lights. Apart from the wash basins and toilet stalls there are a number of chairs and a long, sort of table thing, attached to the wall, so you can rest your shopping on it I suppose? I sit down on a chair and open the free store magazine I picked up on my way up here, my radar's now scanning as I wait. They come and they go, a couple or three sweet old ladies who smile at me, some crabby old ladies who glower at me. I can see their minds working, "what's that tween doing hanging around in here?" If they knew they'd blow a fuse! Still they come, mums with young kids, women who ignore me and who I scarcely register, when the right one arrives I'll know. Finally, with things pretty quiet, she walks in; I'm 99% certain she's the right one. You can never be completely sure but I reckon I'm almost always right. She's older than Mum, late thirties or early forties maybe. Curly brown hair styled close to her head, a solid, plump figure, she's wearing a dark blue button through dress, tied with a narrow sash. Flat heeled shoes and a light weight zip jacket completes her outfit. She's got a pleasant face and I think she'd have a nice smile when she's happy. She crosses to a sink and starts to fuss with her hair and make up. I'm sitting right in line with her so I fold the magazine and fix her with my stare. She's aware almost at once, from the reflection in the mirror, and I pick up on the slight flush to her cheeks so I continue drilling her with my look, part grin part invitation. She's getting just a hint unsettled; she turns to give me a nervous smile. "Hi honey!" That's all, just that." In the meantime I've dumped the magazine and stood up, my top's unzipped, before I went out I put on the smallest, tightest, blouse, that I own and my dark nips are clearly visible through the thin cotton. I walk over to a toilet stall, still fixing her with that stare, open the door, step inside to stand there holding it open. It's as if I can hear her brain spinning around! Then she walks across, past me, and inside. I close the door and latch it. "What?" That's all I allow her before I shush her and push her back; till she's sitting on the toilet seat. I spread my thighs and straddle hers, she's about to speak again when I close her mouth with mine. I kiss her hard, cruelly hard, my tongue forces into her mouth and for just a second she panics, then with my hands cradling her head she responds with a groan of surrender. As our tongues wrap around each others my hands are now busy unbuttoning her dress, pausing at the sash I tug loose the bow, and then work down to the last button. Pushing her dress and jacket back over her shoulders I gaze at her big breasts, cradled in a white lace edged bra. Reaching behind her I unhook it to free those pear shaped breasts. They've hardly any droop or sag, firm and capped by huge nipples, swollen and bloated with blood and arousal. Like a greedy baby my mouth closes on one nipple, while one hand closes on the other, twisting and tugging on it hard enough to make her gasp slightly. Her panties match her bra, white satin and lace edged. When my free hand eases between her thighs I can feel the crotch is already damp and sticky! Nipping at the soft skin of her breast with my sharp front teeth I distract her while my fingers slip inside the elastic waistband to slide over her mound. Thank God she's shaven smooth! I'll go down on a hairy pussy but I like them soft and silky. Grasping the waistband of her panties I wriggle off her lap to kneel in front of her, slipping the scrap of silk down over her thighs and calves then around her ankles. Picking them up I look at the gusset, it's stained with white, creamy, juices. Burying my face in the cloth I inhale the musky aroma and lick at the wet spot. My woman is watching me and trembling, fear or anticipation? No more waiting for her now, I push her rounded thighs wider apart, gazing at her wet pussy lips, eager to taste her. When my mouth settles on her slick flesh she grits her teeth, clamping her jaw so scarcely a sound escapes her lips. Her pussy's plump and thick lipped, clamping my lips on one I suck on it fiercely while she writhes on the cold plastic toilet seat. When my tongue slides inside her silky pussy her breasts are heaving, while her belly ripples faster and faster. I can tell she's getting close; she'll cum hard and fast very soon, so now to give her a big send off! Probing her pussy lips with my fingers I slide one, two, and then three into her hot depths. To stretch her even further I push the fourth into her as she lets out a soft moan. People are coming and going outside and so far she's kept herself quiet but when she cums I'm wondering if she can smother it at all. I start thrusting hard into her while licking at her oozing flesh madly. She just explodes in almost complete silence! Biting her own arm to keep quiet, heaving her hips madly as her thick cream flows out of her and over my lips and tongue, as I finger fuck her fast and furiously. Shaking and writhing she slips off the seat and onto the floor, shuddering violently in total ecstasy and release. She's had what she wanted and needed but I'm on the edge of cumming in my panties, I've never had a woman cum as hard as she has and it's excited me till I'm gagging for it myself. While she recovers I whip off my top and blouse, tug down my panties, then sit, mainly naked, on the toilet seat while splaying my skinny thighs. My taut pussy's oozing my own cum as I grab her hair to twist her to face me. Pulling her mouth towards my swollen nips I feed one into her mouth, she sucks hard on it while I guide her hand up my thigh to my sopping pussy. I'm floating on a cloud of sex, I can hear wet sounds as her fingers probe my wet flesh, then I grab her head and push it down for her to eat me! The wide, pleated, skirt, means I just flip it up above my hips and she's at me! She takes the whole of my small pussy into her lips, sucking and licking me hard, but it's when her tongue goes right inside me the eruption begins. It starts with a heavy pressure deep in my pussy then it feels like a lift shooting up its shaft. I'm ablaze and grunting as I squirt my cream all over her mouth and face like someone's turned on a hose between my thighs. A jet of white juice sprays her face as I try to control the noise of my cums! "Nnnggg, ahhh, gawd!" All muffled as I almost pass out from my usual massive cum fit! So have you figured out my behaviour problem yet? Yeah I love fucking and being fucked by grown women! It all came out when I had four fingers up our next door neighbour and I was licking her pussy till she screamed and soaked her sheets. Right then her husband walked into the bedroom, swore a blue streak, beat the shit out of her, and was hauled away by the cops. I finished up under social services supervision and seeing a psychiatric therapist, Janet ended up in gaol, and we (Mum and I) moved to a new address. Dr Anders still thinks I was an innocent little girl corrupted by a perverted woman. Crap! We just sorta looked into each others eyes and thought "I've got to fuck her" and fuck we did till Bill walked in unexpectedly that day. As normal my ladies and I don't say much, people outside, using the rest room, would wonder what the fuck's going on in here if we talked. She dresses, she's going to crumple her panties up and shove them into her pocket but I ease them back onto her legs and then up her thighs. She'll learn how good pussy cream soaked panties feels as she heads home! I even hook her bra back on for her. When she's pretty much dressed she makes her first, muffled, attempts to talk to me. She's almost incoherent though! "Why? I mean why me? Do you …. I mean I've never…..!" I just slide one hand under her skirt to caress the smooth flesh of one thigh and smile at her. "Did you like it?" She nods mutely "Then you'd better go now." She shakes her head at me. "Who are you? Will I see you again; will I find you here again?" I've had a fabulous cum so I do something I seldom do, while my fingers stroke the sopping silk of her panties. "I'm Nikki and you might see me here at weekends. Now you better go!" I open the stall door a crack and peek outside, all's quiet, so she scoots over to a wash basin to wash from her face the streaks of my pussy shoot. One last regretful glance over her shoulder and she's gone. Back in the stall I use toilet paper to clean myself up as best I can. Once fully clothed again I follow her example, and use a basin and some hot water to clean some cum spots off my skirt. Next I wash my face to make sure there's no evidence of my lady's pussy explosion on it. I'm thinking of a cold fruit drink when the door swings open and Babs strolls in! She closes on me, looks around furtively, grins, and then whispers into my ear. "You little hottie! I saw her leave and she could barely walk. You got time to fit me in for a quickie?" A.I like Babs! B. I gotta keep her sweet if I'm gonna keep using this place to hook up with the ladies. C. She's a fine fuck too so back into that stall that smells pretty much of pussy cream now. Soon she's bent over, her trousers and briefs around her ankles, and I'm eating her rear end. She likes, no loves, having her pucker licked and fingered and I'm getting to like a slice of it myself. So as soon as she's shot her load I expect her to give me what I want before I head back home! Well what do you think about my "behavioural problems"? Wanna help me with them? Well you know where to find me! I'm the skinny blond kid sitting in the rest room looking hard at you and you'll get my message won't you? |