As Carla rounded the corner she immediately saw the row of half a dozen or so urinals facing her, and then adjacent to those were two toilet cubicles. She was relieved that the toilet was empty and all she could hear was the intermittent sound of water flushing through the urinals. She thought to herself how easy it was for men to pee as all they had to do was stand there, unzip themselves and whip out their bits.
She hurriedly made straight for the first cubicle. The door was partially open, and it creaked a little as she pushed against it.
As soon as she entered she immediately noticed there was quite a lot of graffiti scrawled on the inside of the door and around the cubicle walls. She also noticed some holes in the partition walls on either side as well, but in her desperation to pee she didn't pay too much attention to any of that and she quickly closed the door behind her and slid the lock across.
She lifted up her short skirt and pulled her thong down before quickly sitting herself down on the toilet seat. She realised that in her urgency she’d accidentally pulled her thong right over her knees, and she could feel it fall down her legs and around her ankles almost onto the floor, but she decided that she wasn’t going to worry about that right now.
The sense of relief was amazing as soon as she started to pee!
She actually let out a little moan of pleasure and she had her eyes closed as she felt her full bladder gradually empty. As she finally felt her stream of pee start to subside, she opened her eyes. She glanced around the cubicle, looking more closely at the walls and she could now read the graffiti on the inside of the door. Some of it was incredibly graphic and her gaze was immediately drawn to a few of the words which she silently read out.
“Suck this big fucking cock."
“Phone this number to get your arse fucked."
“Two cocks up my arse right here."
“Phone this number if you want hard cock."
She noticed there were several female names scrawled in the graffiti and she wondered whether other girls had also had to use the toilet in here as well. She carried on scanning the writing on the walls and the back of the door,
“Abbie sucks cocks."
“Abbie got filled with cum right here."
She noticed how the graffiti messages about Abbie had very recent dates written next to them as she carried on reading.
“Gemma spreads her piss flaps."
“Spunk on Gemma’s big tits."
“Gemma loves two in her cunt."
Carla continued looking around the walls, picking out more female names as she did.
“Fuck Debbie’s holes."
“Debbie is a cum drinking slut."
Carla couldn’t help but picture these other girls in here and what they might have got up to, and she wondered whether people had actually had sex right here in this cubicle. She’d heard about what gay men sometimes got up to in public toilets but would girls do that in here as well, she wondered.
Carla’s mind started racing a little as images of erect penises started to enter her head. Having seen so many dick pics and after having had so much sex with different guys recently it was no surprise that she started thinking about cocks. For the last few weeks she knew she’d been thinking about sex pretty much twenty-four/seven, and she started to feel quite horny about where she was and what she was doing, and what these girls might have got up to right where she was now sat.
Just below the writing about the girl called Debbie, Carla noticed the words “Put mouth here”, next to which an arrow had been drawn that pointed directly at the hole in the cubicle wall. This hole was below her eye level as she sat, but as Carla glanced at the similar hole on the opposite side of the cubicle, she knew they’d been deliberately made big enough to fit a cock through.
She was staring right at a glory hole.
She gasped to herself as she couldn’t believe that she was actually sitting in a gent's public toilet with a glory hole either side of her, her short skirt bunched high up around her waist, and her knickers down on the floor around her ankles.