In the bustling city, going anywhere to relieve oneself had become an expensive affair. Yet, as I stepped into this new club, it was like a breath of fresh air; they offered free toilets. The thought of not having to pay to do my business excited me beyond words. I couldn't wait to get in and let loose, knowing full well that it was completely free.
I eagerly rushed into a stall, closed the door behind me, and sat down on the toilet seat. As I relaxed my body and prepared to expel what needed to be expelled, I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom wash over me. No coins required, no lines to stand in, just pure, unadulterated bliss.
As I began to pass stool, my mind wandered to the person outside the stall. Was someone watching me? A strange thrill ran through me at the thought. The image of someone peeking through the crack in the door, watching me in my most vulnerable moment, sent shivers down my spine.
"And? Do you like watching me?" I called out, my voice shaking with excitement. I didn't know why I said it; it just felt right at that moment. A quiver ran through my body as I waited for a response.
Suddenly, a voice responded from the other side of the door, deep and masculine. "Oh yeah, baby, I'm watching you. You're one dirty girl, aren't you? Tell me more about what turns you on."
My heart raced as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I'd never experienced anything like this before. A filthy voice on the other side of the door was making me feel things I never thought possible. "I like it when people watch me... when they see how dirty I can be." My voice was barely above a whisper now.
"That's it, baby. Show me how dirty you can be." The voice was growing louder, more assertive. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "I want to see you touch yourself... show me how much you love it when someone watches you."
I felt a surge of lust rush through me, and without thinking twice, I slid my hand under my skirt and began to rub my clitoris. Moaning loudly, I imagined the person on the other side of the door watching me with hungry eyes, wanting more.
"That's it, baby. Keep cumming for me. Show me how much you love it when someone watches." The voice was driving me wild, pushing me to new heights of pleasure.
And then, as though everything had been a dream, I felt finished. I stood up from the toilet, my legs shaking from the intense release. Slowly, I opened the stall door, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated at the same time.
As I stepped out, I met the eyes of the man from the other stall. His face was flushed, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well," he smiled, "that was quite a show you put on. Maybe next time we should take it to the next level."
I grinned back at him, feeling more powerful and alive than ever before. I liked the feeling of knowing that I could turn someone on with just my voice, and I knew deep down that this wasn't the last time I'd use it to my advantage.
