Toilet in the Museum

by Cristiano Caffieri

Karin Pender was pleased that she landed the job as the curator of the little museum in her home town. It was usually manned by two university students during the summer and this summer her companion was going to be a young Frenchman named Gaston. He was very handsome and quite polite, at least until halfway through the first morning, then he produced a device from his backpack and said,

“I hope you don’t mind but I masturbate every day at noon it’s a sort of ritual.”

“I really don’t think you should be showing things like that to a girl – or even saying those things,” she replied indignantly.

“We French like to bring things into the open,” he shrugged, “I simply wanted you to know that I would like to use the toilet for fifteen minutes or so at twelve.”

“Do as you wish – just don’t tell me about it.”

At noon he took his cell phone and the device into the bathroom and when he’d shut the door Karin decided to dust the geology exhibits close by. She couldn’t hear much until he came and then he let out a bit of a groan and she quickly moved away before he came out.

The most annoying part was the idea of him jerking himself off excited her and made her panties wet. The following day it got worse and she lifted up her skirt and fingered her vajayjay and she came about the same time as he did.

“Do you ever masturbate?” he asked her during that afternoon.

“That’s my business,” she snapped.

“I’m sorry to offend you but I just thought we could do it together, in fact, I have bought you a small gift.”

His hand dived into the backpack once more and he produced a small vibrator.

“Women say this is a very good one,” he said, “drives them crazy.”

“I don’t want your gift,” she retorted so he just placed it on the table they used to clean exhibits and left it there.

Karin had to lock up and so she usually left a little later. Not wanting to take the device home she decided to give it a little try before leaving the building. She went into the toilet, sat on a seat, slipped off her panties, lifted up her skirt and eased it up her pussy. It felt good, even before she switched it on, but when it started to vibrate it was mind-blowing. It wasn’t long before the lips of her cunt began to tremble and then she let out a muffled scream as she went into an absolutely wonderful orgasm.

The next day Gaston noticed that the vibrator wasn’t where he left it.

“Did you try it?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she replied.

“And?”

“And what?”

“Did you like it?”

“It was OK,” she smiled, “perhaps even better than OK.”

“So when we close for lunch why don’t we do it together?”

She thought that sounded a bit kinky at first but then she agreed. At twelve noon, the two of them sat across from each other in the antique furniture section with their devices at the ready.

“Would you mind rolling up your T-shirt?” he asked, “looking at your tits will be a real turn on for me.”

She agreed if he’d do the same and then he slipped the device over his dick and she shoved the vibrator up her pussy. As they went through the functions they both got more and more excited. She came first which made him speed up the process and then he yelled when he shot his load.

They both sat there getting their breath back and then he lurched forward, dropped to his knees in the front of her and started sucking her tits. Still tingling from the effects of the vibrator she had a strong desire to be fucked and so when he lowered her onto the rug she just went with the flow and soon her mound was being pounded and her pointy tits were shaking like two bowls of jello. This really did turn him on and he went into a frenzy until he blew a big blob of French cum into her pink American Taco.

As far as Karin was concerned that summer was far too short. She still uses the vibrator he bought her and thinks of him while she’s pleasuring herself. THE END

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