The Ladies Room

 The door reads "Ladies Room" but I know you're alone
in that safe haven where gossip abounds and lips turn juicy red.
A no man's land...but I enter anyway. I guess I'm crazy that way.

As you primp and toss your hair I slip my arms 'round your waist
pulling you close enough to smell the sweet perfume of your neck
Filling my head with a bouquet of your scent

You tense up in surprise but soon relax as my hands wander
over your satin blouse, cupping ample breasts, first one then the other,
caressing nipples as they harden to my touch

Not satisfied, I roam further south searching for your woman prize,
held captive by denim jeans and lacy panties. Already wet with anticipation
you adjust your stance to accommodate my grope.

Your sexy fluid soaks my probing fingers as I spread the fleshy folds;
Fingers working their magic as every nerve ignites with the passion
that's locked deep within you. Not to worry, for I possess the key.

To gain more access, I push your jeans down in an awkward thrust.
I bend to kiss each cheek of your ass, pausing to enjoy the smooth skin
against my lips. No time to waste; must get back to your gamine hand-job.

With renewed vigor my hand returns to your crotch only to find
the lacy garment dripping with feminine nectar, the air filled with the smell of sex
As I slowly massage my way deep into your treasure; hearing your low moan stiffens my joint.

Bracing yourself with one hand, you other joins with mine in the tantric ritual
of masturbation that makes your pulse race and your breaths jagged.
Blood rushes to the pearl of your oyster as our frantic fondling brings you closer to delight.

Holding your breath in wild anticipation, our hands frantically rubbing as love cream flows
down your thighs, my nostrils filled with the scent of your gush. Cumming madly from the center of your being,
orgasm finally explodes in luxurious waves arcing across every tingling nerve.

Wave after sensual wave of sexual gratification crashes through your body, my hand
feeling the quivering mass of your pussy. As your heat subsides I pull your hand to my lips,
savoring each cum soaked finger, devouring your love lube like a starved man.

Just then, the door opens but you are too absorbed in female bliss to notice my cold stare as she enters the stall.
We kiss adieu, my lips still salty from your cum. As you regain composure, I hear
the disapproving undertones from the other woman. I look back as I exit the powder room, telling her, "You're next!"