Erotic bathroom

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Stepping out of the building and into the car, I unhooked my bra. My breasts, confined all day, were instantly liberated. I took a deep breath, and even breathing became much easier. I started the car, rolled down the window, and let the wind tousle my hair, savoring the freest moment of the day.

We drove silently into the residential complex. Inside, I carefully avoided the security guard's gaze, afraid he would see through my clothes and notice my disheveled state. Fortunately, he didn't linger and opened the gate.

I parked the car in front of my godmother's building. I reached inside my clothes to fasten my bra, but to my dismay, I couldn't. As everyone knows, blazers are tight, making it difficult to operate. In my haste, I broke the clasp, and it wouldn't fasten again. Suddenly, I felt the urge to urinate. Seeing my godmother's house so close, and with no suitable public restroom in the complex, I had no choice but to go to her place.

With the buttons broken first and the need to urinate second, the bra felt incredibly awkward without the buttons to restrain me. In desperation, I had no choice but to take off the bra and pull it out along the chest of my shirt. My breasts, completely freed from the bra's restraint, bounced up and down as if they were cheering and jumping for joy. My heart also felt as if it had broken free of a shackle.

I grabbed a mask from the car, put it on, and carefully got out. Clutching my bag to my chest, I stealthily entered the elevator. I pulled my coat tighter, afraid someone would notice I wasn't wearing a bra. I leaned against the wall, trying to keep my eyes down. At first, everything went smoothly; no one entered on the third floor. Gradually, I relaxed my guard, and my movements became more natural. But on the fourth floor, a couple in their thirties with two children entered. The moment the elevator doors opened was my most tense moment. I clutched my bag tightly to my chest, afraid to look them in the eye. The couple entered, and the wife noticed my unusual behavior and asked if I needed help. The husband next to her also started scrutinizing me. I felt like four pairs of eyes were X-raying me; all my secrets were exposed. My genitals involuntarily started to leak fluid, making me even more ashamed.

I was utterly embarrassed. Just when I didn't know what to do, luckily the elevator doors opened on the 6th floor. I ducked down, grabbed my bag, and rushed out, bumping into a man. I saw a girl rush out of the elevator, knocking a man to the ground. Due to the inertia, the girl landed headfirst in his arms. He barely managed to steady himself, and the girl, acting on instinct, grabbed his waist. Her braless breasts were pressed directly against his pectoral muscles, and her pubic area was sitting on his genitals. He was clearly shocked by the sight and didn't react for a while. The girl was also stunned. Her breasts were in intimate contact with his body through their clothes, and the intense heat was transmitted through the clothes to her body, making her face flush red. The wetness on her underwear was also increasing.

My senses returned quickly. My long experience in managing social situations told me this wasn't a place to linger. I jerked to my feet, but before my legs could react, the other man, because of my movement, lowered his hand from my waist. I managed to get to the middle, but my legs gave way, and I slumped back down. This time, my genitals landed squarely on the man's large hand. Because of the pressure, his hand unconsciously struggled against my genitals. The sudden stimulation caused my genitals to secrete even more fluid, quickly soaking my underwear. I jumped up as if electrocuted, turned around, and grabbed my discarded bag. I darted to the stairwell, leaving five stunned figures behind.

Afraid they would come looking for me upstairs, I turned and ran down to the third floor, into the third-floor restroom. I ran like a madman, slipping into every restroom door I saw and hiding in the innermost stall. I felt the dampness in my underwear and felt like crying. How could this happen? My underwear was sticky and unwearable. I put my bag on the hook, pulled up my office skirt to reveal my underwear soaked with vaginal fluid, and took off my underwear and stockings, standing naked in the restroom from the waist down. Then I put on the stockings. Luckily, they weren't torn, or I would have been in big trouble.

Suddenly, the restroom door was flung open, followed by two unsteady footsteps, one light and one heavy, as if half of them were on Earth and half on the Moon.

"Brother, come on, we're here, hurry up and use it, then we can go back and continue drinking!!" Hearing the commotion, I immediately froze, afraid of disturbing the people outside. My mind raced. Had a drunkard wandered into the wrong restroom? To confirm my guess, I opened the door a crack. Ah, a urinal! I quickly closed the door. It turned out I hadn't distinguished between men's and women's and had bumped into the men's room. Thinking this, I became even more afraid to move. In this situation, my vagina secreted even more fluid, which flowed down my stockings. I heard two drunkards stagger into the restroom. One was urinating at the urinal, and the other was walking towards me.

"Open the door, open the door, I need to poop, open the door, open the door quickly..."

I heard a loud banging on the stall door. My heart was pounding. I held the door shut, afraid he would break down the lock. I heard the other drunkard say...

"Brother, there's someone over there. Could you go to the other side? Sorry, brother, my brother's had too much to drink. Please forgive him if he's offended anyone!"

With that, she shakily helped her brother into the adjacent restroom. She sat on the steps, waiting for him to come out.

Hearing the door lock and judging from their behavior, she knew they were close to being drunk. She just needed them to leave before she was safe.

She checked her watch; it was already past 6 PM, 40 minutes before her godmother's dinner time. She needed to hurry. Just as she was thinking this, she heard a heavy knocking sound from her right. Her heart jumped again; she wondered what the drunkard wanted.

"Brother, I... I don't have any tissues. Could you give me some...?" Hearing this request, she breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted them to leave quickly so she could escape unharmed. She tore a piece of tissue from her bag and gave it to him, but she didn't notice that her hands were different from a man's. Her hands were fair and smooth. As she handed him the tissue, her hand touched his. The drunkard noticed this too, and then he said...

"Brother, what...what do you do for a living? Your hands...they're so white and smooth, you're not a woman, are you!" My composure completely crumbled. My vaginal fluids, unchecked by my underwear, flowed down my stockings and onto the floor. My bladder couldn't hold back either, and urine gushed out. I desperately covered my mouth to stifle a scream. The urine, rising with my movements, finally trickled down my stockings and onto the floor. I almost collapsed in the urine. Never before had urinating been so stimulating, leaving me so embarrassed.

"Brother, you've had too much to drink, haven't you? What woman goes into the men's restroom? Right...brother?" I braced myself against the toilet, breathing heavily, looking at the puddle of urine on the floor. I carefully examined my surroundings. Thankfully, my skirt wasn't dirty; otherwise, it would have been a real problem.

The drunkard, seeing my silence, didn't bother trying. Perhaps his mind couldn't process these things right now.

A few moments later, I heard a series of "huffing, huffing, huffing..." sounds. Listening closely, I realized the two drunkards had fallen asleep in the bathroom. After listening for a few minutes to make sure there was no danger, I cautiously opened the stall door. In the small bathroom, one drunkard was sprawled on the floor, and the other stall door was also open. Another drunkard was asleep on the toilet, and both of their penises were still sticking out. This was the first time I had ever seen a man's penis in the real world. I checked the time; it was getting late, and I needed to quickly get myself ready in the women's restroom. Just as I was about to step over the drunkard's arm, the man, seemingly out of nowhere, grabbed my foot, muttering,

"Brother, don't go, have another drink!"

I cursed him a million times in my mind, and even hated the skirt a little. It made it hard to take big steps, and it affected my balance. The man pulled my foot, and I fell face-first onto his face. Luckily, I braced myself with my hands, otherwise his head would have been seriously injured. Although I stopped the fall, my bare genitals were still firmly on his face. The man's breath reeked of alcohol, and the smell hit my vulva, stimulating it to produce even more vaginal fluid. He mistook it for alcohol and started sucking on it greedily. As a virgin, I couldn't take it. My legs went weak, and I barely managed to stay upright and not fall on top of him, trying to wake him up, but I was powerless to resist. Then he bit my labia majora, muttering that pig ears were hard to bite. I struggled to get up, but because my labia were still in his mouth, I didn't dare to force them out. Then I remembered that in his dream he was drinking with his older brother and eating my labia like pig ears. So, if he drank with him, wouldn't that... Did I ask him to loosen his "pig ears"? But I'd already urinated all that, and all I could do was release my vaginal fluid. I tried desperately to recall my most exciting moments. I racked my brains and suddenly remembered a photo I'd seen on a forum:

three men had tied a naked woman to a roadside tree with straps. Her eyes were blindfolded, and cars and pedestrians were walking across the street. People's expressions were a mix of mockery, ill intent, disgust, and pity. A vibrator was inserted into her vagina, and vaginal fluid was leaking from between it. Just thinking about that image made my body heat up. My vulva, pressed against the drunkard's face, began to secrete fluid. The drunkard, mistaking the fluid for alcohol, bit my labia less. I increased the intensity of my stimulation, fantasizing about crawling naked in the stairwell of the company building. Suddenly, the company door opened, and two of my male subordinates walked in—Fat Pan and Big Hong—their eyes fixed on my naked body. From surprise to disdain, in this shameful crawling position, I not only couldn't cover myself, but my legs involuntarily spread wide, exposing my tender little hole, letting them see it all. While they looked at my naked body, they also caressed my delicate body, their four hands constantly touching my back, rubbing my breasts, sweeping my legs, pinching my nipples, teasing my soles, flicking my clitoris, probing my anus, and finally even inserting their fingers into my vagina, slowly studying my G-spot. I was like a frog in warm water, unable to resist at this moment, only able to let them play with my body. Thinking about this, my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted; this feeling was so incredibly pleasurable!

Fat Pan, whom I usually scolded the most, took the collar off Big Yellow's neck and put it around my neck, pulling up Big Yellow's leash around my neck! I unconsciously straightened my back. Fatty Pan pinched my nipples and laughed, "President Su, the meeting's about to start. Everyone's waiting for you."

Fatty Pan stood in front of me and started pulling me towards the conference room. I climbed onto the conference room table, and Fatty Pan and Da Hong forcefully spread my legs to the side, exposing my vulva to everyone. At that moment, I noticed that Manager Zhang, intern Xiao Zhang, Uncle Huang, Xiao Chen, and even Da Huang walked in from outside the conference room with their large, bright red penises. I struggled fiercely, but Fatty Pan and Da Hong's hands were like rocks, firmly fixing me to the table, exposing my tender private parts and firm breasts. My vulva involuntarily leaked lustful fluid.

Then, Manager Zhang pulled out a camera from somewhere and pointed the lens at my vulva. My snow-white, beautiful naked body was exposed under the spotlight, and my vulva and breasts appeared on all the closed-circuit televisions in the building. All my privacy was exposed to everyone!

I climaxed, a tidal wave of pleasure assaulting my nerves. My urethra couldn't hold back any longer, and urine gushed out like a fountain. I actually squirted! Then I saw

Fatty Pan whipping my thighs and breasts. I cried out for mercy, but what came out was an excited moan. Another colleague next to me, Big Hong, took out a candle and used his gorilla-like hands to drip the scalding wax onto my fair and delicate skin, clitoris, and nipples. Fatty Pan's whip fell, and the clumps of wax were knocked off. Big Hong then dripped wax on them, over and over again, until thick wax clumps formed on my breasts and vulva, like a set of red erotic underwear.

"Ah!! Ah, woo woo..."

The two male subordinates whipped me while stimulating me with lewd words. I helplessly let them abuse me, but slowly I found that more and more vaginal fluid was flowing out of my vulva. The conference room table was soaked, forming a small river around my thighs. Fatty Pan grabbed my hair and inserted the handle of a whip into my vagina. I couldn't help but open my eyes wide and groan in pleasure. Uncle Huang, holding my dog leash, laughed, "Manager Su, you're peeing a lot.

"

"Oh...no...not all pee..."

"Not all pee? Then tell me what else is there?"

"And...and my vaginal fluid...oh...ah..." At this moment, Deputy Manager Zhang interrupted, "Hahahaha...vaginal fluid? You're actually vaginal fluid? Why are you vaginal fluid?"

"I...am an...exhibitionist! I like...people...

to see my...naked body, I like...ah...voyeurism! I...

vaginal fluid when...people...see me."

"Your arousal is putting us in a difficult position. You're our boss, what do you expect us to do?" "Please...enjoy...me...please...gaze upon me...I want to expose myself to the whole world, let the whole world know that I...

am an exhibitionist."

"Look...at...my...shameful...nipples...look...at...my..."

"...Slutty...pussy, look at my...everything, live stream of my...everything...my...privacy to the whole...world...ah..."

In reality, I was already on the verge of orgasm. I saw my left hand supporting me on the ground, my right hand pinching my swollen clitoris, rubbing it constantly. My labia were constantly deforming in the drunkard's mouth, stimulating my clitoris to contract repeatedly. "Ah...ah..." I orgasmed, and my vaginal fluid flowed down my labia into the drunkard's mouth. The drunkard bit my labia hard, leaving a tooth mark and one of my swollen labia. I was finally free. I felt an extreme pain in my labia. I was afraid that screaming would attract attention, so I could only bite my bag, drag my weak thighs to my feet,

straighten my clothes, and slowly make my way to the women's restroom. The restroom was recessed, with doors to the men's and women's restrooms on both sides and a sink in the middle. You couldn't see the restroom from the corridor. Although it was only a few meters away, the swollen labia rubbing against my thighs while walking, the pain and stimulation made me feel completely lost!

Upon arriving at the women's restroom, I discovered that the door could be locked. Only after locking the door did I feel relieved. With time running out, I had to quickly tidy up my appearance. I took off all my clothes at the sink and stood naked in front of the mirror. I couldn't help but marvel at how incredible my experiences had been as a virgin. I had bumped into a man without a bra, been harassed by a drunk man in the men's restroom, and experienced things that most women would never encounter in their eight lifetimes—all of which happened to me while showering in a public restroom.

I filled the sink with hot water, climbed onto the counter, and washed my aggravated genitals. My vagina was still leaking fluid. Looking in the mirror, my labia were different sizes, which had a unique charm. After washing, my labia didn't hurt as much as before. I adjusted and was able to walk. I breathed a sigh of relief and took out my phone to take a picture of tonight's situation in the mirror. I got off the sink and took several more pictures of myself in the mirror and in the bathroom, each one showing a completely naked figure. Suddenly, I remembered that the main character of the night hadn't appeared yet, and those two drunkards also had the right to appear. I opened the door to the women's restroom, looked around, and saw no one on either side. I quietly slipped into the men's restroom and saw the two drunkards still sleeping like dead pigs. I was both angry and amused. There was a naked woman right in front of them, and they were sleeping soundly. What a waste! Looking at these two dead pigs, I suddenly felt playful. I went back to the women's restroom, grabbed my damp underwear and stockings, and put them in their pockets. I turned around, took out my phone, turned on the selfie function, and snapped dozens of pictures. Some showed me sitting on the drunkard's lap, some lying next to him, some with my breasts facing his face, some with my genitals facing him, some at the stall door, some sitting in his arms, some with my arms spread open in front of him... How shameful!

They even took two photos of me with the drunkard's phone, though of course my face wasn't clearly visible.

After a flurry of photos, I suddenly heard two women's voices in the hallway. "You said those two went to the bathroom, why haven't they come back yet? Did they fall in there?" "You never know. If they're really drunk, let them sleep in the bathroom tonight, so we don't have to bring them home!"

Hearing this, I knew the drunkard's family had arrived, so I immediately hid in the innermost stall and locked the door. I could only hear a woman's voice coming from outside.

"Is anyone home? If no one's here, I'm coming in!"

I found it amusing. I'm completely naked and I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Sure enough, the woman's behavior drew criticism from another woman.

"Everyone has a bathroom. Except for drunks, who would bother coming in here? What are you afraid of going in so late!

"

"This isn't a good idea. What if someone's inside? Why don't we go find Lao San and the others?" "Stop talking nonsense, just kick it open."

With that, she kicked the door open. I thought to myself, this is a heroine among women. If I weren't like this, I wouldn't mind going out and talking to them. Knowing that the person coming in is a woman, I'm not afraid anymore. I'm wearing a mask now, so if they catch me, they won't know who I am. But I'll try my best not to be discovered.

Two gasps of surprise rang out as two women entered the restroom. Stunned by the scene inside, they quickly checked on the two men. After confirming they were simply drunk, they exchanged a smile and laughed at their husbands' genitals, even telling dirty jokes. After two minutes of this, they decided to go back for reinforcements. These two grown men were too much for them to handle. I heard the two women leave, and taking the opportunity, I ran to the door, intending to run back to the women's restroom. But just as I reached the door, I heard several footsteps rushing towards me—it must have been the two women's gasps. Attracted by the noise, I opened the door in front of me and hid in the shadows behind it. I saw three burly men, shirtless, rush in and, without a care in the world, run straight to two drunkards. Outside, I could hear five women chattering. The three men carried the two drunkards out. The drunkards, awakened by the noise, mumbled things like, "The pig ears are so salty, hard to chew, but the wine is good." Hearing this, my blush deepened, and my arousal increased. As the drunkards were led out, the last man carefully closed the door. After the door closed, my tense heart relaxed, and I plopped down on the bathroom floor tiles.

With a loud "bang," like a thunderclap, the sound echoed through the sky. The last burly man turned around, looked up, and said, "I heard a noise in the bathroom. I'm checking if I forgot anything!" He was about to turn back to open the door when I felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through my mind. The footsteps grew closer, and I ran like a madman towards the inner stalls, constantly cursing myself for playing that game. Now I was doomed! Just as I was about to hide in a stall, the door opened. I had no choice but to hide in the innermost corner of the stall, where the cleaning lady usually washed the mops. The door was already halfway open, and the ceramic basin was half full of water. I didn't care if the water was dirty or not, and squatted down directly. The ceramic basin was very large, and when I squatted down, it was full of water, completely hiding me. I could hear the person muttering something, searching and listening very carefully, searching very carefully, and they were about to find me. I took a deep breath and submerged myself in the water, leaving only my hair floating on the surface. I was gambling. I had noticed earlier that it was nighttime, and the lighting was limited. Because the corner was at the deepest part of the cubicle, the shadows cast by the light were my camouflage.

In fact, I guessed right. Luckily, I didn't hide in the cubicle, or I would have been discovered. I heard the big man opening the cubicle doors one by one, as if searching for something. Finally, he walked to a corner, glanced in my direction, and then smoked by the window next to me. My heart was in my throat. I was holding my breath and scared, and my heart rate soared to 180. Just when I was about to give up, there was a loud thud outside, which attracted the big man's attention. It turned out that the two big men in the corridor had failed to support the drunk man, and one of them had fallen heavily to the ground. I could hear a lot of noise outside. The big man quickly threw away his cigarette butt and hurried out. The cigarette butt left a burning trail and landed in the sink. I couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly emerged, gasping for breath.

Soaked to the bone, I hid at the far end of the restroom for a few minutes before cautiously approaching the door. Only after hearing the heavy slam of a door closing in the hallway did I dare open it and enter the women's restroom. Thankfully, my clothes were still there. I filled a tub and washed myself again. Without a towel, I used a hairdryer to dry myself. Stockings and underwear were out of the question, so I put on a blazer and skirt without anything underneath. I straightened my clothes in front of the mirror, touched up my makeup, and transformed back into a beautiful office lady. I tried walking around; the swelling in my labia had subsided considerably from the cool water, and it didn't feel as unbearable as before.

I admired myself in the mirror for a while. Who would have thought that such a beautiful girl had just been lying naked between two drunkards taking pictures, giving her most intimate clothing to complete strangers?

[The End]

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