I used to work at an engineering firm in Mascot when I was about 30. There was a tech who worked there in the lab, I think she was from one of the Eastern Bloc countries, maybe Czech or Hungarian or even Ukraine, pardon my ignorance to any people from that approximate area. I worked there for a few years and got to know her over time and while she was a lovely person she was also quite the little flirt and torment or tease. She would come to my desk at morning tea (we actually stopped work, made a cup of tea or coffee and read the paper at our desks back then) and pushed her tit surreptitiously into my arm as she stood reading the newspaper over my shoulder. I pretended to scratch my shoulder between her tit and my arm and she didn’t move away or jump back as if I had sexually interfered with her but just carried on reading or commenting on the news in the paper in her delicious Eastern European accent. Definitely a tease but I wasn’t complaining. Her husband was an industrial chemist I think who worked for the same company somewhere else in the complex in the factories that were spread out over a few premises and streets. I never met him and I didn’t really want to or to have any problems with irate hubbies climbing down out of their tree because I was interfering with their woman. Having said that, this woman was as I said a flirt and as such I had reciprocated a couple of times when I caught her in the engineering parts store alone. This store, in fact the whole complex, was old and dusty and had seen a few generations come and go into retirement as indeed I now have. Anyway on a few occasions I had caught, dare I say hunted, her in the dusty old parts store, dry humped her leg and felt her up her fully clothed tits a few times in the privacy of the rows of parts racks. She would permit me to play with her all of the time telling me in her attractive accent what a naughty boy I was and giggling quietly but not telling me to stop.

She was of solid build, but not fat, typical of what you would imagine (or I would) an Eastern Bloc peasant woman would be like, complete with scarf and loose print dress you would see them wearing in those old movies or documentaries. This woman was no peasant and didn’t have the scarf or the print dress (she actually had on a company dust coat/uniform with, as I found out later, only underwear on underneath) but she did have a teasing and deliciously cheeky accent and the reasonably large breasts and solid build of the stereotype. I struggled to get my hand around each of her tits. The dust coat and bra didn’t help but even so they were a delight to crush and squeeze to entertain my randy penis as I rubbed up against her leg. I think I enjoyed squeezing her tits the most as I remember letting out a “fwoar” (as a pom mate would say) on more than one occasion as the sight and feel of molesting these orbs overcame my emotional state and made me hump faster into her leg as I squeezed.

After these dry humping sessions I usually ended up having to retreat to the toilet to clean up the pre-cum from my undies lest it seep through and develop into an embarrassing wet spot in the front of my trousers. I told her so one time as it added to the sexual excitement of the occasion. She must have noted my comment and one time, with a playful and intrigued look on her face, suggested that she come with me to the toilet. I have to admit I hadn’t considered that idea but as dangerous as getting in and out of the toilet together unseen was, it was nevertheless an exciting idea and one that my cock really liked. Any of these carryings on could have got us fired I suppose but for some reason I didn’t seem to be concerned. I was only a dumb 30 year old I suppose but she being in her mid fifties didn’t seem to worry either. We were both as randy as hell or I certainly was!

It must have been just after the Christmas break as I remember that there weren’t many people around as most were still on extended breaks. The toilets were in a long hall way that didn’t have any windows or people overlooking them, so that was handy at least, but the problem of someone being in the restroom was extreme. For some reason that I can’t remember, it was resolved that we would go into the women’s toilet. Once again a dumb 30 year old didn’t think that I would be the one in the most trouble if caught in the ladies loo but my cock had got me into trouble before and it had dibs on the blood supply at that time and so I just went along with the thinking of both of them. As we approached she said to me in her delicious Eastern European accent that she would check for anyone in there and that I should wait outside the door. I thought better of it and waited a fair way up the hall way so that it didn’t look like I was loitering outside the ladies loo or any loo for that matter. An eternity seemed to pass and a woman emerged from the toilet and disappeared back down the hallway and out of sight. The door opened again and my little wench’s head popped out looking frantically up and down the hallway for me. I walked quickly down to her and she dragged me into the hallowed place that was the ladies toilet. It was amazingly clean in there, much cleaner and than the gent’s toilet and freshly painted judging by the smell. Thus providing more evidence that women own the world and just let us blokes use it. The gent’s loo by comparison was a typical industrial style shithouse in more ways than one.

She led me into the far end stall of about five or so in total. With a bit of quiet laughter we squeezed into the stall and she shut the door behind us. She put the toilet seat cover down, sat on it and immediately went for my pants, unzipping me, fishing around in my wet undies and wrenched out my by now drenched penis, glistening with pre-cum. I went one better and undid my belt and pants and let them drop open and down to about midway down my thighs, leaving my balls and cock to drape over the top of my undies. I leant back against the stall wall, thrusting out my hips to present my junk to her. She wrenched down my undies to my trousers allowing my balls to flop down and the tool to dangle out towards her face. As she worked, I reached down and squeezed her tit through her white dust coat. She unrolled toilet paper from the holder and proceeded to hold up the semi engorged lump of meat and wipe it clean of goo. She held my balls up in their sac and wiped them as well. I peered down at my gear and her, fascinated by the attention and what she was going to do. She had an interesting hold on my tool, she held it with forefinger and thumb creating a ring, right down at the base of the shaft, sort of grabbing it and my balls at the same time. As a result it dangled still engorged, fat, disgusting looking, fast regaining its erection and bobbing around as she went about her work of wiping. She pulled the foreskin back, dipped her finger in a drop of pre-cum emerging from the eye and wiped around the knob, right around under its rim until it appeared shiny and glistening wet and looked up to me with that cheeky older woman grin for approval of her work. I was tempted to say something like “well you haven’t finished yet!” but I was a young punk and she the older experienced woman and so deserved some respect. Instead I just ran my finger along under my shaft expelling the pre-cum still in the urethra causing it to spill out of the eye and hurtle down in a long strand of crystal clear goo heading for the floor or worse yet, possibly my trousers. She looked with a seriously urgent look of dismay at the ensuing dribble of dangling goo and with desperation tried frantically to intercept as much as she could, but it seemed too late for that to me. After doing what she could she dropped the goo drenched bunch of paper to the ground, flopped my tool around playfully and took it into her mouth. My pleasure metre instantly went off the scale and I swooned, nearly passing out, knees bucking and hands propping on the far wall of the cubical as I gazed down at the top of her head as I struggled to breath. I have to say I was surprised, dare I say shocked but fairly happy with that as I hadn’t expected to be sucked but hey who was I to interrupt an older woman who obviously knew what she was doing.

I don’t think I had any firm ideas as to what was going to happen in the toilet that day as it had all started out with a dry root that usually finished with me cleaning myself up in the loo by myself. However the routine had changed and since that was the case, I was just going with the flow and enjoying her warm mouth wrapped around my tool for all it was worth, all the time trying to stop my knees from buckling from the pure pleasure she was bestowing on me.

I remember that I was somewhat amazed at what had developed and was no doubt a little wide eyed as I looked down in amazement as she proceeded to suck my penis in this sordid scene in a toilet in a somewhat grotty little factory in Mascot.

I instinctively started to thrust a little and she dropped her hands away from my tool and balls and held her head still as if to let me do the work. I didn’t mind at all although she did cough and splutter once or twice and nearly vomited once as air farted out of the side of her mouth as it tried to seal on my shaft. I placed my hands on her head and held it as I gyrated my hips, thrusting gently into her mouth, trying to be a quiet as possible even though the toilet room was empty. I was in heaven, really enjoying that whole sensation and had gone into animal mode and increased my thrusting into her mouth. It must have been too much for her or she wanted a break from having her head assaulted by my tool.

She pulled back and I helped her stand up (not easy in the confines of the toilet stall). She took my tool in hand and started to jerk me instead. As she worked, I unbuttoned her dust coat revealing her dressed in only bra and knickers. Her tits were mind bendingly magnificent as I peered down at them and their cleavage. To be fair, all women’s tits mesmerize me when I am privileged enough to meet them in the flesh. Her hand was working on my slippery dick mere centimetres from her cleavage and my dick really wanted to get between her tits. The whole scene was so horny. I slid my hand down over her belly, sorted out the elastic band of the front of her knickers and slipped my hand down onto her hairy snatch. She opened her legs to give my hand access to between her legs and nearly dropped my tool or maybe I moved it out of range temporarily due to my reaching but she regained a hold as I fought my way through the thatch and between her lips down in the sweaty darkness between her legs.

She was warm and wet and my finger dipped inside her to lubricate itself with her juices before sliding up and down in her slit between her deliciously plump hairy labia lips. I could feel the wetness that had seeped out of her box onto the hairs making them slippery between my fingers. She held my hand pushing it hard onto her mound and I squeezed it tightly causing her to take in deep gasping breathes but she pushed my hand even more. I wriggled my hand around down in the warm depths of her crotch, trying to encompass as much of her plump twat as I could. It wasn’t easy as she was closing her legs trying to squash my hand tighter onto her box. I slipped a finger between her lips again and massaged her clit. She was still holding my hand in position so that I didn’t drift off the target. She wasn’t looking at me but into my chest she had gone all stiff concentrating on my fingering efforts. Her face and head sank into my chest and she panted quietly as I worked, her climax building before she let out a quiet release of pressure and came. She rocked violently and then stopped, spasm like against my finger and drove her mound into my fist three or four times milking her orgasm for all she was worth before collapsing against my chest, clinging to my arms for support.

Time was going on and I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to get an orgasm, but that was ok as I had had some fun and excitement. She on the other hand had other ideas and she laid into my tool with an almost vicious violent stroke.

Picture if you will, this scene. We are in a toilet stall in a factory in the middle of Alexandria/Mascot. There is a woman bent over at the waist yanking on my tool like a banshee and I am pitched backwards, shoulders leaning against the wall of the stall doing my darndest to thrust out my hips to present my tool to her for pulling. Just to focus my concentration (not) she is laying into my tool as if wanting to tear it right off its mountings. As much as I was in fear of loosing it, I didn’t want to interrupt her as it felt so good.

The shaft of my tool was sore the next day but there must have been enough pre-cum lubricant to protect the knob as the foreskin slid back and forth over it, her tight grip squashing the knob with every pass and as I peered down in sexual ecstasy observing the proceedings, my balls flailed around, flapping back and forth as she jerked me. I held onto her tit to excite myself even more, tensed up, my toes curling in my shoes and socks and I blew a short time later.

She was an experienced older woman and had managed to point it away from her at the time I unloaded, spurting my wad of jism with a muscle spasming jolt onto the wall of the stall. I managed a couple of lesser spurts as she kept on pulling briefly until the remainder ran pathetically out of the knob and dribbled down over her hand onto the floor. She wiped the remainder of the jism off the end of the knob. The first shot was by then making its way very slowly down the newly painted wall led by this lumpy globulus dag and trailing off to what looked like a snail trail.

There was a bit of laughing and quiet talking, as you might expect, then we heard someone come into the room. This prompted immediate silence on our part which wasn’t easy at first. I was certainly still breathing heavily and trying not too. Luckily there was a constant water running noise from one of the other stalls due no doubt to a faulty washer in the cistern and also some factory noise outside. She looked up at me and I looked down at her and despite the danger of being caught and exposed so to speak we also tried not to laugh but both were smiling. That is one thing I liked about her, she did have a sense of humour. The deathly quiet on our part but wide eyed smiling went on as we listened to the person who had entered the stall luckily at the other end of the row of five or six stalls. I could make out a tinkling noise over the running water noise from the leaky cistern followed by silence and then a fart and then shortly after another silence and then a plop as a turd made a successful splash down. We looked into each others eyes. I could see the laughter in them and on her face. I had to look away lest I become incontrollable and burst out laughing thereby landing us in more trouble than that turd was in at the moment. We heard the toilet paper being reeled off the dispenser and then being scrunched up. The toilet flushed and after a pause the stall door opened and hit the stop with a bang as the interloper exited the stall and left the room. She didn’t wash her hands! Bloody hell! I didn’t know women were that grotty. I thought it was only (some) blokes.

We decided to call it a day and face the problem of our exit from the ladies loo. That being said I was determined to get to see these tits I had imagined for so long. As she stood up in the stall rearranging her knickers and her dust coat I took advantage of the situation and reached into the top of her bra and scooped my hand under her tit. It was a tight fit and she protested until she finally gave up and stood there letting me play with her tits. I had squeezed my hand under her tit but it was difficult to get out. She became impatient and reached into the front of her bra and released the clip. Why didn’t I think of that? Her tits released as the bra fell open and fell forward in all of their glory. I nearly passed out with pleasurable wonderment. Two excellent toys and they were all mine! I scooped them up one by one and sucked on the nearest one. They were magnificent! Medium sized areolas and nice erect nipples. I can still see those nipples in my mind to this day. I had an all too brief suck on the nipples and grope of each tit before she hurriedly put them back into their container, clipped it up (squashing them delightfully together when doing so) and fastened the front of her starched uniform. Her tits were excellent, so soft and squishy, ooooh, so horny even now when I think about it. No wonder penises get hard!

I wonder how that works. Why do tits make penises hard? Chemicals, neurons, what could it be? But I digress.

She told me she would go out and check to see who was about and that I should stay in the stall. Just as she got to the door someone came in. I couldn’t see what was happening but they said hello or something but not much else and the person seemed to be only mercifully washing her hands which she did and then left. I heard the door open and close a couple of times and I had terrifying ideas of her leaving me in there as a joke. Happily it wasn’t true and she came and retrieved me shortly afterwards, checked out the door and pushed me out the door into the empty hallway. That was more excitement than I needed for that day and I skulked back to my desk and went to work. I could still smell her snatch juices on my fingers. A few minutes later she came into the four person partitioned office that I worked in (no one else was at their desk fortunately) and as if nothing had happened, stood beside my desk and spoke to me quietly. As she spoke I, alternating between looking her in the eyes and gazing at her horny tits, quietly played with myself under the desk, squeezing the bulge in my trousers between my legs, pushing myself out from the desk slightly, letting her see, which prompted a little smile from her.