Ladies Can The part3

The next segment had some nice background on the main characters, including

one *very* well-written love scene between our heroine and her former lover.

At the end of part 1, my pants were far too small, and my breakfast waste was

ready to be left in the nearest convenient sanitary receptacle. I checked on

the processes again; the test driver was now properly rebuilt, and my main job

was humming along merrily. Time for some relief.

I headed off for the rest rooms in my corner of the building, and felt a

small tug of my crazy urges again. Since there are more bathroom sets than

people in the whole complex at this time of night, I sometimes find myself the

only person in my section of the building. Once in a great while, I take advan-

tage of this to indulge a crazy childhood urge, and use the ladies’ room instead

of the gents’. No problem, I am always neat and clean, and only do it when

there is no danger of anyone getting surprised. No big deal, just one of those

private flauntings of the establishment that lets out a few more frustrations

during the crunches.

Tonight, I decided to do it again. Even if Debbie did get the urge during

her debugging, she’d use the can on her side of the floor. We had some deep

respect for one another, but nothing on a personal level that would soften a

surprise like this. No problem; it wouldn’t be the first time I’d done this

with a woman somewhere in the building.

I chose the middle stall, and noted again how the room smelled just a bit

different from the gents’. Not necessarily better, just different. I sat in

rapt contemplation of this non-fact, and took care of necessities. My mind

wandered back to the story, and I found myself slowly caressing my genitals as

I remembered the story. I stopped for a moment, as I’d never masturbated in

the ladies’. “What the heck,” I thought, “In for a penny …” I imagined how

the heroine’s original choice must have felt, finding an attractive girl all

over him so suddenly, and decided that, in his position, I’d probably be quite

flattered by it all. By this time, I was getting quite aroused, and lost my

will to think about the story, recalling instead the lovely non-sins of my own

college days, fondly remembering those all-night loving sessions with the two

ladies who had made me so glad to be alive, each in her own time.

Suddenly, I heard a slap on the door, and a muttering voice follow in some

pretty heavy footsteps. I thought fast, and decided that I’d better reduce the

impact of any further surprises. My hard-on was suddenly a limp-off, and I

cleared my throat.

“Oh, hi!” Debbie said, before I could compose a sentence. “Didn’t know

anyone else was here. Who be dat?” She swung into the stall to my right,

and took an extra flush for good measure.

“Uh, Dan. Yeah, me; from workstations.”

“Oh, really? A little lost, are we?”

“No, uh, honestly, I come in here sometimes when the building is empty, just

for kicks. Should I leave?”

“No, not on my account. I lived in Paris for a year, so it doesn’t really

bother me much. Stay if you like. I’ll admit, though, that I had to switch

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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