Whatever gets the job done

Whatever gets the job doneWorking late at night, the building is quiet so I can hear most noises from my office. I heard doors in the building. ‘That’s strange’, I thought to myself, and figured I should investigate. Nobody else works late that I know of and anyone else might need a break too. We could get some coffee.I left my office and made my way to the general area from which I heard the door sounds. Nothing. I was sure I heard something. Then I heard a moan coming from the ladies bathrooms. I pushed the door to open it slightly, but could see nobody inside. Sneaking in, I still couldn’t see anyone. I couldn’t heard anything else either, so I figured it must’ve been my imagination. Just as I’m closing the door to go back to my office, I heard another moan, this time much louder and much more excited. I snuck in, careful not to let the door make any noise, and tiptoed inside.There were three stalls. Middle door was closed, but still said ‘vacant’. I tiptoed into the open stall to the right and closed the door behind me quietly. Getting up onto the can, I could take a furtive look into the next stall.Lisa from accounting. Not like I’d ever seen her before nor expected to ever see her. She was usually quiet and frankly everyone thought she must be a terrible bore. She still wore those nerdy glasses, but türkçe bahis here her blouse was open and her tits were shoved out of her tight bra. Her lacy panties were crumbled up on top of the toilet, next to her security tag. She had one leg up against the toilet paper dispenser, and the other knee against the wall of the stall.I was still admiring her remarkable tits, when I realised what she was doing. She is fucking herself at work, in a bathroom stall! I was too distracted by her moans and her surprisingly hot body to realise this, so my eyes followed her slender arms down to her hot pussy to see what she was using to get herself off. Her one hand was on top of her tummy, palm near the navel, with her fingers wet from rubbing her juicy clit. Her other hand was holding what I assumed to be a yellow dildo. Hot, I thought, I love a good show. That’s not a yellow dildo, though. That’s a banana. She was fucking herself with a banana, and somehow the banana is staying in shape. That must be one tough banana, I thought, or she has the most incredible pussy control. She moaned again, this time harder, and I figured it must be incredible pussy control. She seems to know exactly where to hit the sweet spots with that banana without crushing it. Either way, this was turning her on so much her pussy was dripping youwin onto the floor.Her moans became more frequent. She threw her head back, leaning back against the toilet, and kicked hard against the stall walls, happilly rubbing herself and fucking the banana. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do, so I undid my trousers to make way for the bulge in my boxers. She rubbed harder, faster. I could see her nearly squirting as her hand got soaking wet. She bounced her tight little ass on the toilet seat hard a few times, still pounding that banana accurately. She stop rubbing and shoved her soaking wet fingers into her mouth, this time moaning really hard. Her other hand shoved the banana deep inside her, before twisting it around. Her breathing was hard and fast. She was still moaning. She twirled the banana around a few times and I could see her knees buckling. So incredibly hot, I thought. She just lay there, breathing for a few moments, before sliding the banana out. She licked her lips while slowly pealing the banana, as if she knew someone was watching and she was putting on a show. She licked the shaft of the banana up and down, up and down a few times, before pursing her lips. Next she kissed the tip of the banana, before spitting hard on it. Gently, she moved her wet hand up youwin giriş and down the banana’s shaft and gave another humming moan.She deepthroated the banana and I couldn’t help but imagining her mouth taking all of my meat and shoving her head down into my crotch hard. Then she took the banana out of her throat and ate it in ladylike bites as if nothing had happened.I leaned over the stall, watching her getting dressed again. She put her near perfect tits back into her bra, she buttoned her blouse. She adjusted her skirt. She took the banana peel and left the stall. I sat down on the can, careful not to make any sound, hoping she doesn’t hear me or see me sitting there in the ladies bathroom with a throbbing hard cock nearly tearing my boxers off and my trousers wide open. I heard her washing up. She cleared her throat and I heard her opening the door but I couldn’t hear it closing. Am I busted, I wondered? “I left you a gift”, she said, before the door closed. I heard her walking down the corridor. I was shocked. What could she mean? Did she know I was there? Why didn’t she say something? Did she enjoy showing as much as I enjoyed watching? Where would she leave a gift?I stood up and closed my trousers. I better get out of here before someone catches me in the ladies, I thought. But I still wanted my gift, so I left my stall and looked into the stall where she was giving me such a great show. There, on top of the toilet, was her lacy panties. Great gift, I thought, before snatching it up and sneaking out back to my office.