The Bathroom Chronicles - The Bathroom Chronicles - 40 - BBW After Church

After church, the ushers and some volunteers like myself help clean the church bathrooms, pews etc.. But I need a break. I seem to always have to pee. So I go with intentions of getting right back up, but no, everytime I think Im done, I have to pee some more. I lock myself in a stall in the ladies restroom and sit down on the toilet seat, one of these days I'm gonna go right through it! As I wait for my bladder to finally catch up to me, I have this nagging feeling that someone is watching. I keep hearing twigs snapping and I'm getting the feeling someone is out there. But then this weird sensation hits me, it's like someone else is feeling what I'm feeling. They say you can't pee in your pants and I'm experiencing someone trying to do just that. Without giving it much thought, I reach down and put my hand on my pussy as if I was trying to hold my piss in. I feel awkward and confused at the same time, but also aroused. It's like I'm peeing for two people now. The piss starts pouring out of me, hitting the water in the toilet bowl with a satisfying sound. It's running down my thighs and into the toilet, warming my skin as it goes. I feel that tingling sensation in my pussy as if someone was touching it. And suddenly, I know what to do. I slide one finger inside and start rubbing my G-spot, feeling myself getting wetter by the second. It's like I'm in a trance, lost in this strange new world of sexual exploration. I'm moaning and groaning as the waves of pleasure wash over me, fucking myself with my own fingers. And then the most amazing thing happens. I feel something pushing against my pussy from outside. It's not real, but it's so damn hot. I slam my fingers deeper inside me, wanting to feel more of it. The sensation grows stronger until I can't take it anymore. I collapse against the stall, moaning and gasping for breath. "Oh my God," I whisper to myself. I have no idea what just happened or who if anyone was there with me, but one thing is for sure. I need to do this again. And again. And again. Maybe next time someone will be there to join me, or maybe I'll just have to do this alone. As long as the stalls are locked and I have some privacy, I'm good. But for now, my pussy is singed and I think I'm in love with my own fingers.