He entered the alcove. Then he stood there gazing at the door to the ladies' room. How many women, he wondered, had entered that door in the past two ...months and had used him as their toilet?"Excuse me!" one women said in an annoyed tone as he stood there blocking the door."Sorry."He turned and entered the other door -- the door to the men's room. He walked in and entered a stall. But when he looked, there was a guy in the stall. He had expected a woman. The toilet slave looked up at Steve and. But this was different she was gorgeous and now I just wanted to take D in my arms and make love to her.By now I didn't think I was ever going to take a breath again and I was getting lost in D's perfect make-up and those deep brown eyes when D leaned forward and reached up and kissed me on the lips, we hugged each other so hard it felt like we were one and I could feel D's erection against my own at the same time we started frenching and tonging each others mouths as deep as we could. Even. When she started making the odd purring noise and her saliva became audible around my shaft, that was it."Now you can speed up," I gasped.She did, to the tune of increased slopping noises. I made no attempt to restrain my ejaculation or utter a word of warning. I was sure I had permission — I was getting a feel for her sexual personality, but it was a quick learning curve to relate to her as hardcore lover instead of platonic neighbour. With a pained and blissful frown I leaned forward over. “Go on!” I said. “I want to see the surprise.”“Mmm, it's a bit shocking,” she said. “You sure you can handle it... I don't even know your name.”“Ingrid,” I said. “Ingrid,” she said, speaking the name slowly. “That's such an unusual name. You're Mexican, right?”I nodded and absently said, “A lot of Germans settled in Mexico back in the day. Down in Soconusco, you can find blonde and blue-eyed Mexicans. My abuela is named Ingrid. She's almost as white as you and doesn't speak a single word of.