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“Let’s meet at the beach”, Olivia had said in her persistent, sing-songy voice– the one that can make me do anything. Like drive two hours to see the ocean. “It’s the best time! No tourists, and the weather’s nice.”

As usual, my old roommate was only half right. When I pulled into the empty lot, the sky had turned gray. The sun must have slept in. Tall grass obscured the beach but I heard the waves crashing softly behind them, a slow rhythm that came and went, punctuated by an occasional call from a sea gull. I took in a breath of warm air and gathered my tote bag.

I got a text from Olivia: `Running late, should be there in an hour.` That meant she’d be here in two. I sighed, wondering how I was gonna pass the time. This tourist town was dead in the off-season. I gave my sage green bikini a minor adjustment and walked to the beach to read a book.

The sand felt soothing on my bare feet as I picked up my sandals off at the end of the boardwalk. The waters here aren’t exactly crystal blue, but it was pretty enough. Tranquil, even. My mother used to say that people flocked to the ocean because it sounds like our time spent in the womb, that there was comfort in that sound, like the whisper of warm waves inside a conch shell.

I could feel the heat radiating off the sand and it made my skirt and top stick a little to my skin. I hated that feeling. Walking quicker, I headed to the public restroom further down the beach. As I came closer, I noticed a man and his dog playing fetch on the empty beach. I had never seen anything more pure than the joy on the dog’s face as it ran down the tennis ball. Run. Fetch. Run. Fetch. So simple, I wished I could be as happy.

Inside, the restroom was divided into three sections: sinks up front, a line of bathroom stalls on one wall, and showers against the other. Feeling a little dirty from the drive, I stripped out of my clothes and laid out my sage green bikini on a changing bench. It was an outfit that showed off my smooth skin, pert breasts and generous ass. The water blasted out of the showerhead like a geyser and I yelped at the sudden cold spray, turning my skin to gooseflesh. Even my nipples hardened as if it was winter.

The water warmed and I quickly washed up. This was no luxury spa. I changed and went into a bathroom stall, which is where I noticed something strange: a hole in the wall, at about waist level. It was dark, no bigger than a plum. Around it was a script written in black marker. “Knock Three Times.”

I’d heard of these but had never seen one in real life. I wondered they were pure fantasy, a myth, something you’d only see in pornos. And yet here one was in broad daylight. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Public bathrooms were dirty enough, but this?

I couldn’t believe I was touching it.

The cut tiles had been smoothed and polished, not a single jagged edge. I put my finger inside but couldn’t reach the other side. It must have been at least four inches deep, and dark on the other side. How did I get on my knees? Is this really happening? I formed a fist with my right hand and rapped against the wall. *One. Two. Three.*

Someone shuffled on the other side. Footsteps approached, then I heard a zipper. My heart raced as the tip of a stranger’s cock slid through the hole. It was smooth, circumcised, and pink, like the dildo Olivia had once left out as a joke. “Oh my god,” I murmured.

An older voice came from the other side. “Why thank you. Anytime you’re ready.”

Ready for what? I was so shocked at the sight of his penis that I’d nearly forgotten why it was there in the first place. I cupped my cheeks. Was it embarrassment or excitement that made them so hot? Slowly, I reached with my index finger and stroked his tip, the slit spreading a little as I ran over it. The man on the other side groaned and his cock bounced, growing firmer as I toyed with him, a turning darker shade of red.

“You’re enjoying this?” I asked as I stroked him with three fingers.

“Oh yes, it’s so good,” he replied.

I was getting turned on by the reckless anonymity of it. We were just two people. Not even whole people; He was an aching dick and I was a hand.

And a mouth.

I closed my looped fingers as far back on his shaft as I could, holding him to the wall and I could feel him pulsing, dripping with precum. I licked my lips and leaned in.

“Fuck…” he moaned.

It was music to my ears. Sticking out my tongue, I started to lubricate the underside of his cock. He tasted clean and a little salty. Like the ocean. I loosened the grip at the wall and let his dick glide into my mouth. Sucking the bell of his cock made him moan with long low tones, encouraging me to continue. His pleasure was mine as well and warmth radiated from between my legs.

As I squirmed to discover a more comfortable position, I let a hand drop under my waistband. I was so wet, and it wasn’t from the spit dribbling down my face. I was enjoying this. My moans joined his as I ran little circles over my swollen clit. We stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in our own pleasure when I heard him grunt.

“I’m close.”

I was closer. With my eyes shut and my mouth full of hot throbbing cock, I slid a finger into my pussy and rubbed myself over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure shook me to my core and I rocked on my knees and saw stars, just as the first spurt of semen hit my cheek. He came even more, long ropes falling on my face and chest. I leaned back, panting. His cock retreated back into the wall.

There was no goodbye. I heard the faint sound of a zipper and more shuffling on the other side. Picking myself off the floor, I looked at the mess on my bikini. I needed to shower again. If it weren’t for the jizz on my face and the glowing ache in my pussy, I’d be inclined to think it was all a dream.

I don’t know why I knocked three times again. And yet, I did, and a new cock slid through the hole. I checked my watch. It looked like I’d found my way to pass the time.

NSFW: yes

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