I hadn’t initially planned on telling this story here, but I read another one that sparked a recollection that I decided to share. Some friends in real like know this story, with a few details changed to protect my pride, but here’s the true story.
I work in Corporate America for a mid sized company. We rent space in an office building sharing it with other corporate tenants. Each floor of the building is pretty much laid out the same. The lobby and bathrooms are shared by all tenants of the building with only office space and break rooms being private to the tenants.
Well, I had been chatting with a woman I’d met online. She loved to tease me while I was at work. Telling me about all the dirty things she wanted to do with me. Telling me about the other guys she’s fucked sparing no details, and sending me dirty photos. Her goal was always the same, make me horny, get me hard, and get me to do something about it.
Well, she was winning another round, so with all of my pent up horniness I excused myself to duck into the bathroom so I could jerk off, taking pictures and videos for her along the way. I life my office and headed to the nearest bathroom. Upon walking in I noticed both stalls were occupied so I turned on my heel and headed down a floor to use that bathroom. I walked to the bathroom, went in, the stalls were empty so I fucked into the furthest one, dropped my pants and started going at it.
I’m sitting there on the toilet stroking my hard cock when someone else comes into the bathroom. I didn’t think too much about it other than to make sure I wasn’t making any noises to let in to what it was I was doing. I continued to stroke while they did their thing and then they left. I kept going and soon that old familiar tingling sensation started building up in my loins and soon I was cumming like a fountain. It was a great orgasm.
I cleaned up and as I exited the stall to wash my hands I noticed that the men’s room on this floor didn’t have any urinals. I was thinking to myself that was pretty contemporary, but kind of cool as it makes the bathroom a lot more versatile. Then it dawned on me…what other reason would a bathroom not have urinals?
I quickly finished washing my hands and exited the bathroom turning around to check the sign as I left. Sure enough…it wasn’t the men’s room, but rather the women’s. I made a mental note for the future that the bathrooms on the 6th floor or reverse of all the other floors.
TLDR: Got myself off in the women’s bathroom by mistake.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibraay/an_interesting_switcheroo_m