A Simple Life: Chapter 153 (Patreon)

With her hand on my head and my mouth around her cock Winona and I both freeze in place, our wide eyes meeting as a shared panic hits us at the same time. Right away I pull my feet up off of the floor to perch cross-legged on the toilet seat. Had I done it quick enough not to be seen by our interloper? Not if he was paying attention. Eeek! We were surely about to be caught!

With all the sucking and moaning ceased the washroom is a void of sound…until the soft clunk of the door as it closes. One, two, three, four foot steps, each one closer than the last until the brown leather shoes of the man can be seen under the wall. He walks up to the urinal directly beside the stall. There is a rustle of clothes and then, such was the quiet in the room, I can actually hear the zipper of his fly pull down. Thank goodness he didn’t need the toilet! And if he saw or suspected anything going on in here there was not sign of it yet.

“Some rain we had there, huh?”

Winona and I both startle at the unexpected breaking of silence. Just our luck we get the one dude in a thousand who wants to chat in the men’s room! On the bright side I didn’t recognize the voice. For a second Winona was at a loss as to what to do. She couldn’t ignore the guy but she couldn’t let on that there was a girl in here either. The moment only lasts a couple of seconds but if felt like an eternity.

“Um, y-yeah.” She says in her best imitation of my soft voice.

“Clnch!” I snort and nearly spit her dick out from stifling a laugh.

‘Shhh!’ She mouths without actually making a noise.

“Yep. Supposed to be off and on all day.” The man grunts and at long last there comes a weak trickle of piss against porcelain. “Clearing up tomorrow though.”

“Um, y-yeah. That’s g-good.” The tone wasn’t quite right but she had my stammer to a tee. Seeing her looking so nervous and mimicking my voice struck me in the moment as one of the funniest damned things I had ever seen. If I didn’t do something quick I was going to giggle! And so…I suck. “Nngh!”

“You too, huh?” He huffs.

“Uhhh…”

“Fuckin prostate.”

Honest to God, had I not had a cock in my mouth I would have laughed SO HARD! As quiet as the evening star I bob forward and back, gently suckling as I cradle her balls in one hand and hold her shaft with the other. In Winona’s language I was being such a ‘little shit’, and I knew it too. Winona had been riding the edge just a few seconds ago. But I just could not help myself.

Her nostrils flare and eyes bulge at the blowie resuming without warning. “Hmmph!”

“I find it helps if you concentrate on just relaxing everything.” The odd over-sharing man suggests, oh so helpfully. “And think about something else.”

“Mmm.” Winona nods, though he could not see the gestures. He also could not see how, just a couple of feet to his left, my pink lips were gliding up and down a beautiful woman’s beautiful cock. This was so naughty! I felt ready to burst with naughty energy. Her hand in my hair takes a hold again. She doesn’t stop me though but resumes her gentle thrusting. Trying to hide her rising breath and hold in her lusty moans, and almost succeeding, Winona was right back to riding that edge of orgasm. Never had I heard such a relieved woman when the urinal’s flush allows her to let out a breathy gasp. “Hahhhh.”

My eyes straining downward I watch the man shake, turn, then walk out of sight toward the sink to wash his hands. There follows the ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk of the paper towel dispenser then a swift tear then the rustle of drying hands then the crinkle of the used the towel hitting the trash and finally, mercifully, the noise of the door swinging open then slowly closed again.

Feeling triumphant that we were alone again I peer up at Winona just in time to feel her shaft throb between my lips! “GNNNNNGHH!!!”

“CLRCHHH!” Not prepared for it and not able to pull away thanks to Winona’s grip on my head I darn near gag as the first powerful jet of hot, thick jizz blasts straight to the back of my throat. Hurrying to catch up I just start swallowing as fast and as much as I can. “Glp! Glp! Glp! Glp!” Holding very still I, my brows furrowed in effort, I dutifully gulp down my creamy surprise. Many would disagree but I’d take Winona’s yummy cummies over a Rocky Road any day and everyday. “Hnnnmmmm!”

“Ffffffff!” Winona trembles and hisses through her hard climax, still holding back her cries as best she could so they didn’t carry. “Hnnngh!” After a wonderful minute or so she shudders to a conclusion. No sooner had I suckled her dry when she pulls her thick wet dick from my mouth and bops my nose with it. “You little…”

“Shit?” I giggle.

“Ha ha ha!” She starts up one of her signature belly laughs before slapping a hand over her mouth. Moving swiftly I put her away, arranging her just so inside of her panties, then pull up her sweats. She lets go her t shirt and zips up the coveralls. Both of holding in titters the whole time. In a loud whisper she says. “We actually did it!”

“Y-Yeah! He he he he!”

“Shhhh!”

“He he he he he!”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Now, how do we get outta here?” She says. “There are customers out there now.”

“Oh, uh, I d-didn’t think about that.”

“Me neither. Um.” She helps me to my feet and smooths my hair with a swift swipe across my head. “You go first. And…uh…if it looks like anyone is looking…er…cause a distraction or something.”

“Right.” I nod.

The very next moment I had been pushed out of the stall, the door slamming shut behind me. “Hurry!” She whispers from behind the door.

“R-Right!” I give my hands a quick rinse and dry as Winona is prodding me to ‘go, go, go’ and before I knew it I was striding back out of the washroom.

If I was nervous going in I was doubly so coming out. I felt like I’d just committed the crime of the century and all there was left to do was the getaway. Not only that but now I had a boner to hide as well. Where was my clitty cage when I needed it? Thankfully mine wasn’t nearly as obvious as Winona’s would be. The place wasn’t deserted as before. There was now a table of three two booths over from Winona and I’s spot and another couple at the counter pondering their order and facing in this direction! Ack! My instinct is to spin around and retreat back into the washroom but that would only look suspicious, and so I forge on.

Doing all I could to act naturally I walk with overacted casualness back toward our booth, my eyes darting this way and that. I notice the man at the other booth wore brown leather shoes. When he spots me glancing his way he gives me a friendly nod and a smirk. Did he know? Or was he just saying ‘bravo’ on a piss well taken? Who knows! A hot blush rushing to my face I nod back then scurry the rest of the way to our booth.

With the hits of the 50’s playing softly in the background and the salty taste of our kinky escapade coating my tongue I sit there for a few seconds staring down at the half melted triple ripple dipple as the rain pattered against the glass beside me. Looking back at the exposed doors of the washrooms against the far wall I scramble at what to do. There were too many people here now. Those doors were too obvious. We’d chosen a really bad place to pull this off. Cause a distraction, she said. What kind of…?

Just then the men’s room door cracks open!

“EVERYBODY!” I hear my own voice call out from my own mouth. The three in the booth, the two at the counter, and the lady behind it, all heads turn my way at my sudden exclamation. EEEK! Though I freeze up it does provide just enough of a diversion for Winona to slip through the door. Shuffling to her left she kicks the women’s washroom door open behind her then walks forward as if she’d just come from there. Smooth! Looking around at everyone staring back at me I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “Um…w-we’re celebrating.” I hold up my ring to show them all. “She g-g-gave me a p-promise ring! W-We’re g-g-going st-steady!”

To my surprise I am not faced with cringes or weird looks, but a round of warm and understanding smiles. Well, except for the lady behind the counter.

Awkward as only I could be I then blurt out. “Um…um…um…I j-just wanted to s-s-say that. Th-That’s all. Um! Thank you!” With that proclaimed I shrink down into the booth and await the aftermath. The aftermath turns out to be a light round of applause and wishes of ‘good luck’ and ‘congratulations’.

As proud as a peacock Winona strides up to our booth and slides in beside me. Her arm around me she kisses my cheek. “That’s my baby. Such a romantic.”

Leaning into her I hide my face in her shoulder. There is some laughter but soon everybody goes back about their own business.

I look up at Winona, her hazel eyes gleaming just as my blue ones must have been. We’d done it! We’d gotten away with it! AHHHH!

Back and forth we start to sputter and titter at our own private joke. As we do she takes a napkin and dabs it at the corner of my mouth. “You got a little, heh, dipple there, Sprout.”

Unable to hold it back any longer, we laugh. Ohhhh, how we laugh!