LGBTQ | LESBIAN | MYSTERY LOVER | EROTICA | FICTION
Gloria’s Gloriously Grand Gorgeous Glorification Grande Grill
Otherwise more simply known as: “G-Spot-Seven”
[A Creative Concept Prompted by and for Maria — I hope you like it. Z]
“Okay, Rose, I’m here! At the restaurant you couldn’t stop talking about. Are you happy now?”
“Cora, I couldn’t be happier.”
“Great! Because I used a fourth of my tank just getting here, so the food better be fantastic.”
“Oh, no, the food here sucks. They can’t cook for shit, plus the prices are ridiculous.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell Rose? Is this some kind of a prank? Because the last one I pulled on you barely scratched one of your shoes, and then, I made it up to you by paying for our pizza.”
“And it was a very good pizza.”
“Well after such a drive, I need to piss badly. Then, I’m leaving, Rose.”
“Use the stall on the far right. The others aren’t working.”
“Thanks, but that won’t refill my gas tank!”
Mumbling to myself, as I stop off to the bathroom, “G-Spot-Seven… f’n bullshit… dammit…”
I head to the last stall and yank open the door to find, no toilet? FUCK! In case she didn’t piss me off enough already? “Funny one, Rose!”
Sitting in the next stall over, hoping it works, the image of what I did see in that last stall pops back into my mind. No toilet, but it did have a large fold down table hanging off the wall. Like you would have to change a baby, but adult size?
Finishing and flushing, I wash my hands and return to the last stall, to try and understand what the fuck is up with it? With a second, slower and less pissed off look, I see the table is for sure large enough for an adult, if their legs were… holy shit!
There are indented areas in the wall above the end of the table, which look like they’d fit a woman’s calves and heels. Plus, there’s a small red velvet curtain, near to where the table connects to the wall, with a shiny gold rope with mini tassels that I think would open it up?
As I stand there in shock, two other women walk in to the bathroom, “It’s the one on the end! You’re going to love it! I promise.”
The other woman notices me, looking a little sad, she asks, “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you about to… um… you know?”
With zero idea of what the hell, “You know.” means, I reply, “Yea, sorry. Just heading in.” before stepping into the stall and latching the door.
“Well you have a good time.”
The second woman adding, “Jealous.” before they both leave the bathroom without doing anything.
So, here I am, wondering what the hell I’m even doing? Pulling the golden rope, the curtains open up like a tiny stage, except; it’s not a stage. It exposes a padded hole in the wall, approximately the size and shape of a potato? Looking into it, I see a second velvet curtain on the other side.
Still confused, until I notice the slight butt indents, along with their placement to the potato hole. OH MY GOD! It’s a fucking glory slit! Taken back, I smack into the door!
“Hey! Are you ok in there? Cause if you’re done, I’d like a turn.”
Whoever this new bathroom visitor is, who snuck in silently, is pissing me off! “I just started! Go away!”
“Bitch!”
“Cunt!” Had to top bitch.
The bathroom door slams and I’m alone again with my curiosity starting to grow. I took so long to get here, and since Rose says the food sucks, maybe this will make up for it?”
Going all in, I strip completely out of my dress, and panties, before climbing into position. With my pussy placed as centered as possible within the glory slit, and my legs up and pushed into the indents, I take a few deep breaths.
With my arms at my sides, there are handles to hold onto. One of which has a red button. “I’m going to kill Rose if my pussy gets bit or something.”
Pushing the button, I can hear and feel the tiny vibrations of the velvet curtain on the other side opening up, along with a cool breeze. A cool breeze that is switching between cool and warm, because someone on the other side is breathing on my vagina!
Just as I’m about to change my mind, a soft whisper says, “Don’t be afraid. I’m always gentle.”
A second later, I can feel one, two, and more soft fingers lightly caressing my labia. I was expecting the rough stubble of some random guy to be attacking my flesh, or some odd shaped cock, trying to move in for a quickie. This is way better.
Still having no idea what’s about to happen to me next, I find this moment of me time, very relaxing. This odd position I’m in, is way more comfortable than I expected.
The stranger’s, now wet and warm fingers, glide over my hood before making themselves at home, teasing my clitoris. As my breathing quickens, I grab tighter onto the handles, and close my eyes.
I’ve never had this level of soft and caring touches before, by any guy. Not even my gyno, who never stops flirting during my exams. If he could do what this stranger is doing to me, I might actually consider going out with him.
As heavenly as her touches are, it’s her lips lightly kissing my pussy, followed by her tongue that knows exactly what and how to please me, that takes me beyond heaven. The reason for these handles is growing more apparent every second, as I fight to maintain my position, and not roll off the table!
There are two pairs of strange shoes, just outside my stall door, but at this point, I really don’t care. Whoever they are, I can hear them starting to make out, between my heavy and very orgasmic gasps.
Two of my mystery woman’s finger pushes in and up, to circle around my g-spot, pushing my orgasms even further, causing me to lose grip and slide away from the wall. Quickly, I reposition my ass even harder against the wall and hold on for all I’m worth.
Her fingers are perfect, her lips and clitoris nibbles are perfect! Everything she’s doing to me is perfect! My orgasms are perfect!
My two make out visitors don’t last as long as my glory slit woman does. Honestly, I have no idea just how long I’ve been in here, but my dripping juices have made their way past my ass and to the middle of my back. With half the table being slippery, holding on has become even more of a chore, but a chore worth doing.
Finally having more pleasure than I can take, I close the curtain, to the sound of a woman making sad puppy noises. Getting redressed, I hope to clean up the best I can before heading back out to Rose. I whisper back, “Thank you. You were fantastic.”
Stepping out of the stall, another woman who’s in my face, excitedly asks, “How was it?”
On any other day, I would have punched her, but not now, not at this moment. I’ve never been as relaxed and calm as I am right now. Lightly holding onto both sides of her face and say, “Best Ever!”
After washing up, I know I’m still a mess, and just don’t care. My own hands smeared my makeup; my hair is fucked up, and from the middle of my back on down, my clothing is stuck to my juices.
Getting back to the table, there are two dishes of some god awful looking stuff. Rose meekly says, “I ordered for you. I hope you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind at all, but how did you know what I wanted?”
Rose answers, “It really doesn’t matter, because everything here sucks.”
I reply, “Except…”
Slowly licking her upper lip, Rose asks, “Except, what?” before adding a wink.
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