Through the Stall Wall

I'd been standing in the cramped men's stall for a good ten minutes, my eye pressed to a thin crack in the wall that looked straight into the women's restroom. My heart was pounding so hard I figured the whole restaurant could hear it.

"Oh, finally..." the first one breathed softly. She was a tall brunette, about forty-five, in a long black dress. She hiked up the hem, and I caught a glimpse of thick, shiny pantyhose stretched over strong thighs. Slowly, she peeled them down along with her panties to her knees and sat.

The sound was long, deep, almost hypnotic. She peed for nearly three minutes, swaying slightly and letting out soft moans of relief. I couldn't help myself—my hand slipped into my pants and wrapped around my cock, already slick with pre-cum.

"Next up, girls," a low voice announced. The second one came in right after—a tall brunette in a burgundy dress that brushed her ankles. Her stockings had lace tops, hugging her full legs snugly. She wasn't in a hurry. First, she fixed her hair at the mirror, then slowly, almost theatrically, lifted her dress. The pantyhose rustled as she peeled them down.

"Mmm, that wine really hit me..." she whispered, and sat. The stream hit hard and loud. She went for a while, pausing, exhaling through her teeth. I stroked myself in rhythm with those sounds, feeling like the heat of her skin under those stockings was bleeding through the wall at me.

The third one walked in almost immediately, like they'd planned it. A redhead, even taller, in an emerald dress and sheer black stockings. She didn't even bother closing the door all the way. Sat down, spread her legs wider than necessary, and let go. Her stream was the longest—nearly four minutes of nonstop hissing and splashing.

"God, that feels good..." she sighed, eyes closed. "Just a little more..."

I couldn't stop now. The heat, the tremor in her thighs, the smell of her body mixed with expensive perfume and piss—it all hit me like a wave. My cock twitched in my hand, and I came. A thick blast of hot cum shot out, soaking my boxers and pants, saturating the fabric. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, but my body shook, knees going weak.

She finished, stood up slowly, and pulled her stockings back over her post-shower damp thighs. Adjusted her dress, smiled at her reflection, and clicked out on her heels.

I stood there, breathing hard, feeling cum slowly trickle down my leg. The door opened again. Another tall, mature woman in a gray dress stepped in, already lifting her hem...

"Well, shall we keep going?" she seemed to whisper, though she was only talking to herself.

I realized the night was just getting started.