The Cubicle
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Authors note.
This is a short follow on story to the simon, beth and robin series.
Please see profile for the other stories featuring these characters.
In short simon and beth have befriended their much older neighbour robin and together have embarked on a threesome relationship with him. Later joined by robin's friend doug.
Here we join beth 'entertaining' her lover robin in their local church.
All right under the noses of the vicar and his flock.
Simon's phone vibrated twice, message received. Robin was in the gent's and all was clear.....he's waiting for me.
Glancing at my husband, seeing his warm smile, returning it.
Standing up slow and steady, trying not to be noticed, we're right at the back but I still feel like all eyes are on me. There's no break or hesitation in our vicar's words as he delivers this week's sermon, I breathe a little easier.
We've done this before and I can't help but feel oh so obvious....
'but they can't know'
a little inner voice assures me. Although 2 of the flock do. Simon of course and now our new friend doug.
Glancing slyly around, a stolen look....I see....doug, sitting down a few rows closer to front he's looking round at me. A knowing look, smirking.
Doug knows, he's in on it. No doubt sat there nursing a hard on at what his good friend robin is going to be doing very shortly.
In that brief look around I see others, glen and steve.
Yes, I've noticed these 2 before paying me some nice attention, when there wives aren't around.
As I walk towards the corridor I can feel their eyes on me, no doubt settling on my ample rear.
Suddenly the sensation is gone, I'm in the corridor, heels echoing in this narrow space.
Click..click..click..click.
Butterflies in my belly, heart beating fast....going through the first door on my right. A small white sign, black letters spell out the word 'toilets'
'oh beth....you are a dirty girl'
That inner voice again. She's right...I am.
Entering a short narrow corridor I'm presented with 2 doors one marked ladies, the other gentlemen.
A loud creak as I push open the one marked gentlemen.
Oh that always feels odd! Mischievous. Like I'm trespassing.
Going in the gent's.
No matter how many times I do it. I've lost count now, mainly pubs and restaurants, couple times in the leisure centre and once in our local tesco.
This will now be three times in our church and probably the last as it's just too risky but then, that's part of the fun, isn't it?
We love public convenience's, as long as they are clean of course. There's just something so naughty about being in the opposite sex's toilets, makes me feel so....slutty.
Entering I smell fresh disenfectant and air freshener. Happy upon looking around these toilets are still just as spotless as the ladies. A flourescent light buzzes above. There is the urinal trough and to my right 2 cubicles.
Everything gleaming white, clinical.
The door to one cubicle is fully open the other half closed, robin, my dirty old man is standing there in the half open cubicle watching me, an excited.....hungry look in his eyes that I know all too well, it makes me feel weak.
He's frantically beckoning me, arm outstretched, fingers curling.
"Here quick"
The whispered words sounding like a hiss.
Rushing forward I'm ushered in, the door closed and bolted behind me.
There's not much room in here but we don't need much.
I'm pulled into my lovers arms, a tight embrace, his eager lips on mine, tongue thrust into my willing mouth.
I feel the heat and passion within him joining my own engulfing us both, the ache between my legs....moist readiness.
His thing presses into me he's rock hard already.
Feeling down between us grasping, rubbing it through his pants. Robin groans through our writhing tongues, enjoying my toying.
I feel him humping me in eagerness just before he pulls away, breaking our kiss.
"We don't have much time"
His breathless whisper seems shrill in these confines.
Turning to face the toilet, it's seat already down. Kneeling down on top of it, leaning forward, my arms resting on the cistern.
I feel him up close behind me. I'm wearing a mid length navy blue skirt, it's quickly lifted up and over my back. Next my panties are pulled down, stretched between my knees.
Delicious anticipation as I hear the clink of belt buckle and then a zipper being pulled down, soft fabric noise of pants and underwear.....then.
Grasping the toilet back harder, getting ready.
His hand on my hip, the other feeling for that sweet spot, fingers probing guiding himself in.
I can feel the big purple head at my opening.... pushing inwards, I'm so slick there's little resistance.
He doesn't hold back. This is not going to be a gentle, tender romantic session.
We don't have long and he knows I want it, I've been teasing him by text message and phone conversations most of the past week, all building up to these few precious moments we have now.
And now.....he has me just where he wants me.
Opening my mouth wide, deep intake of breath at the sensation of being penetrated, he slides it all the way in, in one swift move causing a moan to escape me
'shit that was way too loud'
The little inner voice scolds me!
Robins hand suddenly comes round and covers my mouth, I can smell my pussy on it.
He leans forward, still fully in me. His mouth close to my ear.
"Ssshhhh.... that's a good girl"
As he begins to fuck me on top of the toilet, he slips a finger in my mouth, I take it, eagerly sucking my juices.
"Good girl"
Robin repeats, building up a fast rythum. Pounding into me, he's going to make me wish I hadn't been teasing him.
Removing his finger from my mouth I feel him gathering up my hair in a clenched fist, pulling back hard.
Gasping a little at the pain, my head is forced backwards.
Robins leering whisper in my ear
"Yes.....you like that don't you...my little slut"
My only reply is a loud whimper, now I know for sure what happens to naughty girls who tease their boyfriends. My body is rocked back and forward with robin's powerful thrusts, a squelching noise comes with each pounding.....oh god I'm dripping.
Pain and pleasure combine, he still has me in a vice like grip, I'm not going anywhere......and I'm loving it....I'm his....his slut.
He's pushing me into that special place, my mind swimming with sensations. As the orgasm approaches, an image comes to mind....my husband's warm smile.....dougs knowing grin.....
Then I'm lost, consumed in a fog of pure extacy.
Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, Knocking me beside myself, I experience the most powerful climax of my life.
For a moment I almost lose it, a dizzy feeling washes over me and as I come to, I realise I'm still, robin has stopped pounding me.
He too has come.
He's let go my hair and is holding me tightly around the hips, his whole body stiff as a board in a climax spasm.
"Oh god......yes!"
A tremor in my whispered words, the warm, filling sensation of robin's cum being pumped into me......oh my god indeed.
He holds me tight like that, keeping me there knelt atop the toilet, while it twitches deep within, filling me till overflowing.
I can feel it running down my legs.
He promised me he wouldn't wank this week, despite my teasing. It appears he did indeed 'save it up' all for me this morning.
Oh god there's so much, it's everywhere. I can hear it dripping onto the toilet seat.
Feeling him shaking on my back, breathing hard. His grip slowly relaxing.
Reaching back underneath, I feel first my swollen pussy, oozing with cum, then his cock, still in me.
I can feel it, the last little pulses as it leaves him and into me.
Reaching back even further, his big hairy balls hanging low down, grasping them, gently massaging, teasing with my long nails, drawing every last drop he has to give.
A groan from above, his mouth once again near my ear.
A breathless whisper.
"Thank you.....my sweet little slut"
I can feel it shrinking inside me, it's job done.
My reward, a belly full of old man cum.
He slowly withdraws the glistening member with a schlock noise, a wet noise.
He moves back away allowing me off the toilet seat.
Getting off I feel just how wet I am.
Quickly grabbing some toilet roll and begining the cleaning process.
My panties are wet where it's dripped down, being careful not to get any on my skirt i dry my thighs and wipe a pool of it off the toilet seat while robin busily cleans himself.
We work quickly and in silence. Our initial passion now spent, the seriousness of the situation rears its ugly head.
If we were to get caught?
It doesn't bear thinking about.
Robins cleaning now finished, he comes close, kissing me tenderly on the lips, a twinkle in his wise eyes.
Breaking off he whispers
"I'll go first, you follow.....see you back in there"
He gives me a cheeky wink then turns and unbolts the door, pausing to listen before quickly exiting.
Suddenly, I'm all alone, in the gents cleaning cum off my panties and inner thighs.
Oh what a dirty slut.
Getting out proves to be not straightforward.
I copy robin, listening carefully before sliding the doors little bolt back.
Just as I'm about to go I hear the familiar loud creak of the gents door opening. A man comes in whistling, I don't know who it is. He urinates for what seems like an hour.
Eventually leaving, I wait a few moments then make good my escape.
Walking back down the hallway, click click of heels echoing once again. The uncomfortable sensation of cold wet panties against my pussy slowly improving as they warm up.
Entering the main room our vicar is still talking, good.
Glancing at the clock, the whole thing has taken just 5 minutes.
Nobody knows or suspects what this well spoken, polite, shy lady has just been doing.
Well, except for my husband and robin's friend doug.
As I make my way back towards my chair I glance around.
A knowing smirk from doug, exchanging glances with first me then robin who grins back at him.
Perhaps I'll have doug next, or maybe both together......mmmmm.....I've never had them both in a cubicle before.......now that would be fun.
Arriving back at my seat, I sit down next to my husband simon, who's also got a knowing grin for me.
Leaning in, he whispers in my ear.
"Have fun darling?"
I turn, looking him in the eye.
Nodding with my best mischievous grin
"Oh yes.... I had a lot of fun"
I whisper back then turn to face forward, meeting the vicar's gaze....
His eyes seem to penetrate my very thoughts, searching.
'he can't know'
That inner voice tries to sound confident.
Watching closely I see him glance at robin who's still grinning, looking very pleased with himself, his face red and flushed with recent exertions.
The vicar's eyes wonder back to mine, he's talking about forgiveness but his eyes are saying something else to me, they're saying.
'i know'.
For that brief moment we connect, all is revealed.
A slight grin forms on his face, if you weren't looking for it you'd never know.
I smile shyly back, feeling robin's cum still oozing out between my crossed legs.
Oh what a naughty little slut I am.
The end.
This is a short follow on story to the simon, beth and robin series.
Please see profile for the other stories featuring these characters.
In short simon and beth have befriended their much older neighbour robin and together have embarked on a threesome relationship with him. Later joined by robin's friend doug.
Here we join beth 'entertaining' her lover robin in their local church.
All right under the noses of the vicar and his flock.
Simon's phone vibrated twice, message received. Robin was in the gent's and all was clear.....he's waiting for me.
Glancing at my husband, seeing his warm smile, returning it.
Standing up slow and steady, trying not to be noticed, we're right at the back but I still feel like all eyes are on me. There's no break or hesitation in our vicar's words as he delivers this week's sermon, I breathe a little easier.
We've done this before and I can't help but feel oh so obvious....
'but they can't know'
a little inner voice assures me. Although 2 of the flock do. Simon of course and now our new friend doug.
Glancing slyly around, a stolen look....I see....doug, sitting down a few rows closer to front he's looking round at me. A knowing look, smirking.
Doug knows, he's in on it. No doubt sat there nursing a hard on at what his good friend robin is going to be doing very shortly.
In that brief look around I see others, glen and steve.
Yes, I've noticed these 2 before paying me some nice attention, when there wives aren't around.
As I walk towards the corridor I can feel their eyes on me, no doubt settling on my ample rear.
Suddenly the sensation is gone, I'm in the corridor, heels echoing in this narrow space.
Click..click..click..click.
Butterflies in my belly, heart beating fast....going through the first door on my right. A small white sign, black letters spell out the word 'toilets'
'oh beth....you are a dirty girl'
That inner voice again. She's right...I am.
Entering a short narrow corridor I'm presented with 2 doors one marked ladies, the other gentlemen.
A loud creak as I push open the one marked gentlemen.
Oh that always feels odd! Mischievous. Like I'm trespassing.
Going in the gent's.
No matter how many times I do it. I've lost count now, mainly pubs and restaurants, couple times in the leisure centre and once in our local tesco.
This will now be three times in our church and probably the last as it's just too risky but then, that's part of the fun, isn't it?
We love public convenience's, as long as they are clean of course. There's just something so naughty about being in the opposite sex's toilets, makes me feel so....slutty.
Entering I smell fresh disenfectant and air freshener. Happy upon looking around these toilets are still just as spotless as the ladies. A flourescent light buzzes above. There is the urinal trough and to my right 2 cubicles.
Everything gleaming white, clinical.
The door to one cubicle is fully open the other half closed, robin, my dirty old man is standing there in the half open cubicle watching me, an excited.....hungry look in his eyes that I know all too well, it makes me feel weak.
He's frantically beckoning me, arm outstretched, fingers curling.
"Here quick"
The whispered words sounding like a hiss.
Rushing forward I'm ushered in, the door closed and bolted behind me.
There's not much room in here but we don't need much.
I'm pulled into my lovers arms, a tight embrace, his eager lips on mine, tongue thrust into my willing mouth.
I feel the heat and passion within him joining my own engulfing us both, the ache between my legs....moist readiness.
His thing presses into me he's rock hard already.
Feeling down between us grasping, rubbing it through his pants. Robin groans through our writhing tongues, enjoying my toying.
I feel him humping me in eagerness just before he pulls away, breaking our kiss.
"We don't have much time"
His breathless whisper seems shrill in these confines.
Turning to face the toilet, it's seat already down. Kneeling down on top of it, leaning forward, my arms resting on the cistern.
I feel him up close behind me. I'm wearing a mid length navy blue skirt, it's quickly lifted up and over my back. Next my panties are pulled down, stretched between my knees.
Delicious anticipation as I hear the clink of belt buckle and then a zipper being pulled down, soft fabric noise of pants and underwear.....then.
Grasping the toilet back harder, getting ready.
His hand on my hip, the other feeling for that sweet spot, fingers probing guiding himself in.
I can feel the big purple head at my opening.... pushing inwards, I'm so slick there's little resistance.
He doesn't hold back. This is not going to be a gentle, tender romantic session.
We don't have long and he knows I want it, I've been teasing him by text message and phone conversations most of the past week, all building up to these few precious moments we have now.
And now.....he has me just where he wants me.
Opening my mouth wide, deep intake of breath at the sensation of being penetrated, he slides it all the way in, in one swift move causing a moan to escape me
'shit that was way too loud'
The little inner voice scolds me!
Robins hand suddenly comes round and covers my mouth, I can smell my pussy on it.
He leans forward, still fully in me. His mouth close to my ear.
"Ssshhhh.... that's a good girl"
As he begins to fuck me on top of the toilet, he slips a finger in my mouth, I take it, eagerly sucking my juices.
"Good girl"
Robin repeats, building up a fast rythum. Pounding into me, he's going to make me wish I hadn't been teasing him.
Removing his finger from my mouth I feel him gathering up my hair in a clenched fist, pulling back hard.
Gasping a little at the pain, my head is forced backwards.
Robins leering whisper in my ear
"Yes.....you like that don't you...my little slut"
My only reply is a loud whimper, now I know for sure what happens to naughty girls who tease their boyfriends. My body is rocked back and forward with robin's powerful thrusts, a squelching noise comes with each pounding.....oh god I'm dripping.
Pain and pleasure combine, he still has me in a vice like grip, I'm not going anywhere......and I'm loving it....I'm his....his slut.
He's pushing me into that special place, my mind swimming with sensations. As the orgasm approaches, an image comes to mind....my husband's warm smile.....dougs knowing grin.....
Then I'm lost, consumed in a fog of pure extacy.
Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, Knocking me beside myself, I experience the most powerful climax of my life.
For a moment I almost lose it, a dizzy feeling washes over me and as I come to, I realise I'm still, robin has stopped pounding me.
He too has come.
He's let go my hair and is holding me tightly around the hips, his whole body stiff as a board in a climax spasm.
"Oh god......yes!"
A tremor in my whispered words, the warm, filling sensation of robin's cum being pumped into me......oh my god indeed.
He holds me tight like that, keeping me there knelt atop the toilet, while it twitches deep within, filling me till overflowing.
I can feel it running down my legs.
He promised me he wouldn't wank this week, despite my teasing. It appears he did indeed 'save it up' all for me this morning.
Oh god there's so much, it's everywhere. I can hear it dripping onto the toilet seat.
Feeling him shaking on my back, breathing hard. His grip slowly relaxing.
Reaching back underneath, I feel first my swollen pussy, oozing with cum, then his cock, still in me.
I can feel it, the last little pulses as it leaves him and into me.
Reaching back even further, his big hairy balls hanging low down, grasping them, gently massaging, teasing with my long nails, drawing every last drop he has to give.
A groan from above, his mouth once again near my ear.
A breathless whisper.
"Thank you.....my sweet little slut"
I can feel it shrinking inside me, it's job done.
My reward, a belly full of old man cum.
He slowly withdraws the glistening member with a schlock noise, a wet noise.
He moves back away allowing me off the toilet seat.
Getting off I feel just how wet I am.
Quickly grabbing some toilet roll and begining the cleaning process.
My panties are wet where it's dripped down, being careful not to get any on my skirt i dry my thighs and wipe a pool of it off the toilet seat while robin busily cleans himself.
We work quickly and in silence. Our initial passion now spent, the seriousness of the situation rears its ugly head.
If we were to get caught?
It doesn't bear thinking about.
Robins cleaning now finished, he comes close, kissing me tenderly on the lips, a twinkle in his wise eyes.
Breaking off he whispers
"I'll go first, you follow.....see you back in there"
He gives me a cheeky wink then turns and unbolts the door, pausing to listen before quickly exiting.
Suddenly, I'm all alone, in the gents cleaning cum off my panties and inner thighs.
Oh what a dirty slut.
Getting out proves to be not straightforward.
I copy robin, listening carefully before sliding the doors little bolt back.
Just as I'm about to go I hear the familiar loud creak of the gents door opening. A man comes in whistling, I don't know who it is. He urinates for what seems like an hour.
Eventually leaving, I wait a few moments then make good my escape.
Walking back down the hallway, click click of heels echoing once again. The uncomfortable sensation of cold wet panties against my pussy slowly improving as they warm up.
Entering the main room our vicar is still talking, good.
Glancing at the clock, the whole thing has taken just 5 minutes.
Nobody knows or suspects what this well spoken, polite, shy lady has just been doing.
Well, except for my husband and robin's friend doug.
As I make my way back towards my chair I glance around.
A knowing smirk from doug, exchanging glances with first me then robin who grins back at him.
Perhaps I'll have doug next, or maybe both together......mmmmm.....I've never had them both in a cubicle before.......now that would be fun.
Arriving back at my seat, I sit down next to my husband simon, who's also got a knowing grin for me.
Leaning in, he whispers in my ear.
"Have fun darling?"
I turn, looking him in the eye.
Nodding with my best mischievous grin
"Oh yes.... I had a lot of fun"
I whisper back then turn to face forward, meeting the vicar's gaze....
His eyes seem to penetrate my very thoughts, searching.
'he can't know'
That inner voice tries to sound confident.
Watching closely I see him glance at robin who's still grinning, looking very pleased with himself, his face red and flushed with recent exertions.
The vicar's eyes wonder back to mine, he's talking about forgiveness but his eyes are saying something else to me, they're saying.
'i know'.
For that brief moment we connect, all is revealed.
A slight grin forms on his face, if you weren't looking for it you'd never know.
I smile shyly back, feeling robin's cum still oozing out between my crossed legs.
Oh what a naughty little slut I am.
The end.
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