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One Week In October

Part 11 Opportunity not to be missed

A Week in October

Part XI Opportunity not to be missed

Back in the corridor I turned right and headed towards the bar area, a Macallans would go down a treat right now I thought. I ordered my drink from an Alf Garnett look-alike whose bright red, blue veined nose made me wonder if the bar had ever made any profit. I glanced up at the old wall clock above the bar 6:15pm the hands announced, plenty of time given that the restaurant was only a ten minute cab ride from here. When my drink arrived I devoured half in a single swallow, the familiar warm velvety feeling offered me hugs and security, it tasted of Andy. As I sipped the remainder of my drink I glanced around the room at "the usual suspects" who frequented the bars in this area at this time, a mixture of tradesmen finishing their shift and the employmentally challenged who spent most of the day there but only bought their own drinks on giro day. As I drained the final drops from my glass I checked the time once again 6:05pm. I checked again 6:05pm, staring at the clock didn't seem to explain the discrepancy.

"Is that the correct time " I asked Alf

Looking up at the clock he announced " Five to Seven love"

"Its one of them clocks that goes backwards love" he smiled " Good aint'it"

He strolled off chuckling to himself as he had done a thousand times before to strangers who had deemed to enter the sanctity of his kingdom.

"Fuck – I've blown it !" came tumbling from my mouth.

I threw the glass on the bar and hurriedly made my way back to the Ladies , just as I turned into the corridor I heard Groucho approaching from the other direction – not yet in view but very close. Unable to quickly think of a reasonable explanation for my presence after he had witnessed me leaving earlier , I jumped into the first available doorway and let the door swing closed behind me, I I held my breath and listened at the door, he was still approaching, I looked around for an alternative hiding place

"Jesus H Christ !"

I was in the Gents. I dove into the first available cubicle and sat down just as the main door swung open. Groucho entered whining about something to someone, they both relieved themselves at the long aluminium urinal along the side wall and continued to chatter. Unlike the Ladies Room the walls were covered in graffiti and the heavy toxic aroma of urine was almost unbearable. Outside taps were turned on, paper towels pulled from the dispenser and the eventually the main door swung open and closed again. I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave when the handle to my cubicle rattled.

"Sorry Mate" said the voice

It was Groucho, he hadn't left at the same time as his whinging buddy. The door to the cubicle next to me rattled open, he entered and snapped the lock closed. I listened as clothing was undone and he sat down. Not relishing the thought of being in close proximity when the Neanderthal performed his necessary functions, I sat absolutely still and tried to conjure up pleasing images in my minds eye. Suddenly my peripheral vision picked up movement, I turned to see a wad of tissue wriggling in a hole about three inches in diameter in the wall between the cubicles, I watched fascinated as moments later it fell to the floor. A plumb stubby nicotine stained finger appeared through the hole

"Hey Buddy" said the voice

The intonation indicated no answer was required and that the owner of the voice was merely attracting my attention, as suddenly as it had appeared the finger disappeared and was replaced with a rolled up twenty pound note. It too fell to the floor, confused and curious I stared at the note, I looked back at the hole as a semi erect circumcised penis made its way to my side of the wall. The penny dropped, Groucho was paying to get off, I could hardly contain myself, eventually I had to cover my mouth and nose with both hands to stop my amusement being detected. This was too good an opportunity to miss, suddenly I had an idea and snapped up the banknote from the floor, rummaging in the inside pocket of my raincoat I dug out a pen and wrote "Sucked or Fucked ?". With the palm of my hand I gently eased his dick back through the hole and slipped the banknote ba through. I listened as he fumbled around and a few moments later the banknote re-appeared. I unrolled it to see "Sucked" had been written on the opposite side from my question. Stuffing the banknote into my pocket I lent forward and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. As his erection fully developed I was able to grasp the shaft in my left hand and started to work it up and down, muffled groans emanated from next door. Hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible I increased the pace as soon as he was fully erect. Soon the groaning grew louder and the first traces of moisture oozed from the end of his dick. Just then the main door opened and someone entered, Groucho fell silent but I upped the pace and sucked more vigorously at the head. Taken by surprise, the first jet of seed blasted the back of my throat, I immediately pulled back out of the way but continued wanking , the second lot oozed out of the end and ran down my fingers to drip onto the floor. Already he was softening and pulling himself back through the hole. I released him, stood up and spat in the toilet – this was business not pleasure – I cleaned up with some tissue and sat down waiting for him to leave. Once he had recovered and arranged his clothing I heard his door unlock then the swing door open as he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, unlocked the door and step out of the cubicle.

"You better not be stealing my tricks honey – this is my pub"

I was immediately confronted with one of the least convincing transvestites I had ever seen, his shoulder length silvery white nylon wig framed his jet black African features, as he spoke his nostrils flared and his foul breath clambered over my nose and mouth leaving me almost giddy.

"I got me an appointment at seven – you best not have stole it – I would have to cut you bitch " it squawked

"No such luck sweetheart – ain't made a penny all day" I replied "You take care now!" I added as I pushed past and left.

Fortunately the corridor was empty and I headed towards the ladies, even before I opened the door I could hear Emma in the throes of another orgasm. When I entered I was alarmed to see a middle aged woman wearing a camel overcoat and a headscarf wrapped around her grey hair, standing outside Emma's cubicle staring at the door. She hadn't heard me enter and jumped when I tapped her on the shoulder. The startled, guilty look on her face quickly changed to a smile as she nodded towards the cubicle door and lifted a finger to her lips signing me to be quite and listen. As Emma's squeals diminished there was a roar from Daniel as he obviously made it over the edge.

"Lucky bitch" the woman smiled and disappeared back out into the corridor.

Allowing them a few moments to recover I then knocked on the door

"Its me Daniel – open the door"

With a click the lock was opened and the door swung open, Daniel still had his dick firmly planted in Emma's pussy and was panting heavily. I closed the door behind me and turned to Emma.

"How you doing sweetheart – Daniel taking care of you?"

"Christ Stacey – he's come twice since you left and he's still hard" she exclaimed

Daniel smiled and nodded in agreement.

I pulled him back from Emma and sure enough his hard cock slurped and popped out of Emma's pussy. I turned him around to face me and put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to sit on the floor, I indicated for him to shuffle back until his back was against the toilet. Meanwhile Emma remained where she was, her naked ass and gaping pussy in full view, I placed my hand under Daniels chin and tilted his head back to rest on top of the toilet seat leaving him staring directly into Emma's spunk filled pussy.

"You made the mess – You clean it up" I ordered

With that I pressed down on Emma's back and she lowered her pussy onto his face. It was apparent that Daniel was partial to a little munching as he attacked it with the same vigour as before. Meanwhile I knelt down and took his hard dick in my right hand and started working it up and down. Contented moans from Emma confirmed she approved of my latest move as Daniel slurped and lapped like a puppy. As I watched my hand work his still hard dick I thought about Daniels situation, he had only ever had sex once and that was eight months ago and today he had managed to come three times in the space of an hour and was fast approaching another one. A few minutes later his stomach and thighs were twitching as he groaned into Emma's sloppy pussy, when he did come unsurprisingly he only managed a few dribbles of ejaculate, I guess he was running on empty.

Once we had all cleaned up we left via the bar, I glanced up at the clock 5:30pm the hands lied – I was already 30 minutes late. Alf offered an insincere farewell as we stepped out into the blustery evening and I hailed a cab from the taxi rank across the road. As he swung around Daniel informed me that he and Emma were heading to another pub to talk and they would see me in the morning, as I kissed his cheek goodnight he whispered in my ear

"Thanks Stacey"

I hugged Emma and jumped into the back of the cab. After giving the driver the address I sat back and wondered how I was going to handle the rest of the evening, quite apart from the fact that I was now as horny as a nun in a cucumber patch, I knew that "Pinky" would be furious at my tardiness.


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