2008-06-21T16:55:00.000-07:00

2008-06-17T19:14:00.000-07:00

Written by: 31 year old female Long Island, NY
So I'm all for free spirits. I mean live and love out in the open, I truly appreciate the uninhibited except for when I'm trapped in a bathroom stall. So this one time I'm at this little club in Manhattan. No cover, good DJ, people dancing on tables and bars, what's not to like. Well I am waiting in line for what seems like an eternity to use the potty (if you've ever waited in line to pee at a bar in Manhattan then you can appreciate how excruciating this wait is) I'm hot, sweaty and dying to pee. I finally get in after this guy and girl come out hand in hand, embarrassed as they pass by me. At this point I'm about to explode and as I get in to that blessed porcelain creation, count em not one but two couples on either side of me are going like rabbits. I mean it starts off slow so that I'm not really positive what's going on but thanks to the minutemen behind doors one and three it quickly becomes clear. The moans start to become audacious and the fact that they realize someone else is enjoying the same encounter only adds fuel to the fire. Its a race to the orgasm ladies and gentlemen, who will get there first, stall to my right or bathroom stall to my left. I can't tell you really what was more humiliating the fact that I was trapped there because I didn't want to risk coming out at an inopportune moment or the fact that it seemed like that night I was the only girl in Manhattan not getting laid in a bathroom. Ah well, for those of you that are interested stall number one was the winner but I guess that all depends upon perspective right?

Unlock the Bathroom Door