The unmistakable suppressed shriek and ragged breath of female orgasm echoed throughout the women's bathroom at Le Jardin Neuf.
Kim Delgado froze on her toilet seat, her pee stream actually halting. Had she just heard someone having…
"OH, FUCK YES! Right there, Jules! You fucking bastard!"
Whoever that was, she was very happy and apparently quite demanding, and had to be very close to Kim.
"Oh yes, so close!" a man's voice answered as Kim became aware of a rhythmic metal squeaking that was more than likely the stall frame only eight feet away. It was the larger one reserved for physically challenged people. Ever practical, Kim thought it was a good place to have sex as it had lots more room, and those bars and…
'A good place for sex?' she thought. What was that? Kim squelched a laugh at such a salacious mind drift. It must be the glasses of wine her sister Angela insisted she drink with lunch.
The sex pounding continued for another thirty seconds, and the forty-one-year-old mom held her breath to not alert the two to her presence.
"Oh yes, Jules, give it to her!” A third voice commanded. “Give that needy slut your cum!"
Three?! Kim let out her breath and pee at the realization that there was another female voice, who was now panting and oh-goding repeatedly! She must be masturbating!
Then the man, Jules, finally spoke, “Fuck, you two are insatiable!”
Legitimately turned on, Kim’s heart accelerated, and her wine-spurred mind wildly speculated: Who was so sex-crazed they would do it in a woman’s room of a trendy lunch spot?! And more to the point, should she herself make a dash for it before the menage-a-trois exited? No, that would mean not washing her hands and - oh come off it, Kim! Go!
The erotic wet and urgent noises crescendoed! And, as the three neared sexual climax, Kim wiped and was not surprised to find her hoo-hah had become aroused. In fact, the TP swipe caused a tingle in her button.
Her hubby, David and she only did it about thrice a month now. And he rarely ate her pussy anymore which left her to finish alone or not at all. He was all blowjobs and quick fucks. She did periodically have an orgasm from his cock, usually because she was fantasizing about being somewhere else, with someone else, doing something else.
Sadly, her last fuck cum was three months ago.
"Yesss!” the man hissed as the first fucked woman sex-wept quietly. Then Number Three groaned, “Fuuuck…” apparently at mutual peak.
Kim quickly dropped her TP, raised her underwear, and stood to straighten her dress. She grabbed her purse from the hook and quietly opened the stall door as the three began to pant their denouement. She began to walk on tiptoe to keep her sandals from creaking but instinctively turned back and flushed.
The noise made her freeze once again and she heard one of the women laugh. Kim whispered, “Oh shit,” and nervously rushed toward the door.
The male voice laughed. "Hope you enjoyed this afternoon's performance."
Now safely in the hallway, the suburban mom paused, took a deep breath, shook her redhead and sped toward her sister and key lime pie.
Back at the table, she must’ve looked flushed sporting a small smile. Angela looked at her with a quizzical face.
“Ha! What’s so funny, K?”
Kim realized she was telling a story with her face and quickly tried to look normal. Whatever that was. “Nothing, I just thought of something funny I saw on the um, face, erm, internet… that’s all…”
"...okay..." her sister said doubtfully.
What Kim wanted to say was she just heard three people having sex in the bathroom. Angela would laugh and want details and Kim might let it slip that it really turned her on. Then the teasing would start about her "perfectly dull white life and blah blah."
She drank more wine and hoped David would be in the mood tonight as Angela continued and earlier story and Kim pretended to listen.
After a minute or so, Kim looked over her sister's shoulder and saw a distinguished man with a salt and pepper beard step out of the hallway near the bathrooms.
Oh my God, it's him! And he’s really good-looking.
He seemed to be scanning the room then stopped when their eyes met.
She gasped and looked down. Oh fuck...How did he know?
She risked a glance up and saw the man smirk and then step past their table and out of the restaurant.
“Um, 'the fuck was that, Kim?” Angela asked, “Do you know that guy?”
“What? No…” It was a valid question as she had foolishly followed him out with her eyes. A suddenly risky part of her emerged and she covered with a joke, “But I’d like to!”
“As if- You wouldn't have the guts," Angela responded. “Now I have to use the bathroom, don’t let them take my pie!” Kim laughed as she watched her older sister head to the bathroom.
Kim was taken by a sudden sense of sadness. “As if” was actually a very appropriate response. Getting to know a man like that was something Kim would never do…
As Angela hit the hallway, she paused as two stunningly hot women came out of the bathroom. Angela rolled her eyes and stepped past glancing back, her face now admiration and envy. One was a statuesque blonde in tight jeans, heels, and a crop top; the other a short busty black woman wearing a pink dress. This had to be them! Kim guessed the black woman was the fuckee and the blonde, the bystanding masturbator. The short one was on her phone texting.
As the two sauntered past Kim's table, she straightened up wishing she had the guts to offer a wink, or perhaps a knowing 'hello.' Instead, her breath caught as the blonde laid a small piece of gold paper on the table. Then like other worldly beings, the two floated after their friend.
Kim looked at the paper as if it was a scorpion. What was on there? Was it a threat- was she in trouble? She looked around the restaurant as if someone would give her an answer and then snatched it up and held it below the table. It simply said, “Call me if you like what you heard. Jules”
Below it was a phone number and what was obviously one of the women’s lipstick kiss. Kim’s heart returned to the hundred-meter dash and her needy pussy did a classic twitch and gush. She took a calming breath, irritated that something like this had turned her on, only to find her nipples were poking out!
“OK Kim, what the fuck is going on?” Angela had snapped her out of her daydream and was sibling irritated. Kim looked up and knew her face must be beat red. She surreptitiously slipped the paper into her purse and looked defiantly at her younger sister.
“Nothing," she lied, "Too much wine. As you always say, I am a boring lightweight."
****
It had been two days since the luncheon and sex had taken over the forefront of Kim’s thoughts. And the background...and both sides. It was actually interrupting her sleep. She could not stop imagining the three luncheon fuckers in a variety of salacious scenarios. Many with her involved. She had never dabbled in same-sex intimacy yet those two made it easy to forget that shortcoming.
The night of the luncheon, she had had sex with a surprised David, and it was the usual: a few groans, a squirt, and a rollover. So, no relief there...
Vanilla…
Her two boys had been busy, thank God, so she was taxiing back-and-forth and welcomed the focus.
Work was also super busy, and she even stayed late yesterday to avoid having to face the burning mystery of the phone number.
But today was Sunday afternoon. There wasn’t much going on, and she unfortunately had a few hours on her own as David had the boys out fishing.
Kim had a creative mind, it’s what made her a great manager at the lab. It was also a mind that would not stop fantasizing. Add in an incessant tingle in her pussy and it was a now mind that craved, no, required satisfaction. She had been on the verge of a monster orgasm for forty-eight hours and was now wondering why she was trying to avoid it.
The piece of paper was starting to get worn as Kim had taken it out of her purse and looked at it probably a dozen times, even tossing it in the garbage twice and retrieving it. Now sitting on the couch in her oversized white blouse and floppy shorts, her usual casual wear, she stared at it sitting on the coffee table as if it was emitting hazardous radiation.
