Liz left Sam and her Coach in the gym and retired to the women’s restroom. There were three stalls, one was occupied with the door closed, the middle one was occupied by a girl and a senior boy, the door wide open. Liz could see his balls slapping against her winking asshole as he used her. The girl laid still and quiet while he got his fill of her pussy. Liz slipped into the final stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her messy face clean.
Hearing the wet sounds of sex next door was driving her wild. Lifting her skirt she pulled her panties down letting them hang limply around her ankle as she raised her legs up. Her fingers quickly found her clit and she began to rub it vigorously. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she stifled the moan in her throat. Minute after minute went by as memories and fantasies filled her blank mind. Her eyes closed shut to drive off any reminders that she was in a school toilet. She felt her pussy convulse and then a rough hand grip her exposed inner thigh. She let out a sharp intake of breath in surprise. Part of her wanted to open her eyes to know who’s it was, but another voice in her head told her to keep her eyes shut. The thrill of an unknown man feeling her up as she masturbated for him, no, as she prepared herself for him.