My first Glory Hole...fail

The rest stop bathroom got my mind racing.

See, I had always heard of glory holes, but honestly never thought of them. This put it first and foremost in my mind.

I knew the usual areas, you always hear whispers about gays going to the "bath house" or the adult video stores, but, as stated before, had never thought about them.

I checked around, especially where all the rumors said all the delicious, deviant activity took place, and eventually decided to go to this park I had heard about.

I wore a short skirt and my favorite sweater. They made a sexy combination, demure on top and a little slutty on bottom. The boys always seemed to drool over it.

I walked over to the men's side of the restrooms and took a look around. I was so nervous that it felt like my heart was about to explode.

Almost chickening out right then and there, I stuck my head in. Damn, what is it about men's public restrooms and the smell! I thought I might throw up before I could even go in.

After sticking my head in and seeing that no one was in there, I went inside and opened one of the stalls. There were only two stalls, but I noticed that it appeared the rumors were right. There, about waist level, was a hole.

However, it seemed no one else was in there, but what else would I expect.

After alternating between holding my nose, thoughts of "what the hell am I doing", and thoughts of Bob, I started getting used to the smell and, safely hidden behind the stall door, started getting turned on.

I slipped off my panties and started running my fingers through my soft pubic hair. Breath quickening, I moved my hand lower and rubbed the outside of my pussy. Fear forgotten in a wash of desire, I imagined a penis poking through the hole, imagined myself getting on my knees to lick it, suck it, tease it with my hands and mouth.

Getting wetter and wetter, I moved my fingers inside my lips, caressing my clit and pushing my fingertips past the soft lips and inside slightly. I was now thoroughly wet, but had nothing with me in there to pleasure myself other than my own hands.

My vision glossing over, I lost myself in to the sensations of what my hands were doing, plunging my fingers deep within my pussy and vigorously rubbing my clit. My moans rose louder and louder without me realizing it, probably being heard by anyone near the restroom, but no one came in to investigate.

I left, feeling both relieved (It was nerve racking), and longing for more.

I tried a few more times, getting bolder, finding myself in this forbidden places, getting turned on by the sour smell of old pee and other aromas, but I kept failing to find a firm penis poking through the hole in the stall. A few times I saw people look in my direction, from a distance, as I exited the restroom, but never a willing participant entering.

I had almost given up hope of someone on the other side of the wall until one day, I decided to take a different course of action.