StoryXGPT - AI-Generated Erotic Stories

The summer evening sun dipped low over the sprawling city park, casting long golden shadows across the manicured lawns and winding paths alive with picnickers, joggers, and families winding down their outings. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine and distant barbecue smoke, mingling with the faint, earthy humidity that clung to the air like a lover's breath. Nestled at the edge of the park, near the old oak grove, stood the public restroom—a modest brick structure with faded blue doors, its white porcelain fixtures gleaming faintly under fluorescent lights that buzzed softly against the encroaching dusk. It was a place of hurried necessities, not seduction, yet tonight it pulsed with unspoken promise, its tiled walls echoing the distant laughter of the park while harboring a sensual secrecy all its own.

William Mullholland, sixty years young with a lean, athletic build honed from decades of disciplined hikes and home gym sessions, pushed open the men's room door with a hesitant creak. His brown hair, streaked with silver at the temples, was neatly combed, and his button-down shirt clung slightly to his broad shoulders from the evening's warmth. Married for thirty years, yet this felt like a first—his heart hammered shyly in his chest as he stepped inside, the cool blast of air-conditioned tile hitting his skin like a whisper. They'd planned this online, his playful wife Jane teasing him with cryptic messages: "Meet me where the flushes hide secrets, my shy stallion. Evening stall, summer heat." Spouses reconnecting after months apart due to his work travels, their first physical rendezvous since a vow renewal pact, charged with the thrill of novelty in this absurdly public spot.

The restroom was empty, save for the drip-drip of a distant faucet and the faint hum of ventilation. Three stalls lined the far wall, their metal doors scuffed from years of use, mirrors fogged slightly from recent humidity. William's pulse quickened, his experienced mind flashing to memories of Jane's photos—blonde waves, curvy hips that swayed like ocean waves—but seeing her? His shyness bloomed, cheeks flushing as he adjusted his khakis, feeling the stir of anticipation in his groin.

A soft giggle echoed from the largest stall at the end, playful and feminine, cutting through the sterile air like a siren's call. "William? My handsome engineer, is that you lurking by the sinks?" Jane's voice, husky with mischief, sent a shiver down his spine. The stall door cracked open an inch, revealing a manicured hand with red-polished nails beckoning him. At fifty, Jane was a vision of playful voluptuousness—curvy body type poured into a sundress that hugged her full breasts, wide hips, and plush thighs, blonde hair cascading in loose waves over one shoulder.

He swallowed hard, his shy nature rooting him momentarily, but her laughter pulled him forward. "Come on, love. First time feeling like strangers? Let's make it fun." He slipped inside the stall, the door clicking shut behind him, enclosing them in the tight, eight-by-six space. The air was warmer here, scented with her floral perfume mingling with the faint tang of cleaner. Jane turned, her blue eyes sparkling with delight, full lips curved in a teasing smile. She was shorter than him, her curves pressing against the thin fabric of her dress—no bra, he noted with a shy gulp, nipples pert against the cotton from the AC chill.

"God, Jane... here? Now?" William murmured, voice low and trembling, his athletic frame towering yet hesitant. She stepped closer, her hands roaming his chest, fingers tracing the firm muscles beneath his shirt. "Shh, my shy hubby. We've waited months. Play with me." Her playful personality ignited; she nipped his earlobe, breath hot. Emotions swirled—his shyness melting into fun-loving awe, her joy bubbling as she felt his cock twitch against her belly through his pants.

Slowly, savoringly, she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned chest dusted with brown hair, nipples hardening under her gaze. "Look at you, still so fit. My experienced athlete." Her hands explored, palms flat against his pecs, thumbs circling nipples until he groaned softly, hands finally boldening to cup her heavy breasts. They overflowed his grasp, soft yet firm, and he kneaded them through the dress, thumbs flicking nipples that strained like ripe berries. Jane arched, moaning playfully, "Mmm, squeeze harder, William. Feel how wet you're making your wife?"

The slow build intensified; she hiked her dress, revealing lacy thong panties soaked at the crotch, blonde curls peeking. His shyness ebbed as he dropped to his knees on the cool tile, face level with her mound. The restroom's ambient sounds—distant park chatter, a flush from the ladies' side—heightened the thrill. He inhaled her musky arousal, hands parting her thick thighs, tongue darting out to trace the thong's edge. Jane giggled, fingers tangling in his hair. "Taste me, shy boy. First lick in forever."

He peeled the thong aside, exposing her swollen pussy—pink folds glistening, clit engorged like a pearl. His tongue delved, flat and broad, lapping from taint to hood, savoring her tangy nectar. Jane's hips bucked playfully, "Oh fuck, yes! Deeper, love." He obliged, nose buried in her curls, tongue fucking her hole while fingers spread her labia, exposing every quivering inch. Her juices coated his chin, dripping down his neck; he sucked her clit, teeth grazing lightly, drawing whimpers that echoed off porcelain.

Rising, cock throbbing painfully against his zipper, William kissed her fiercely, sharing her flavor. Jane's hands fumbled his belt, freeing his thick, veined shaft—seven inches of girthy manhood, circumcised head purple and leaking precum. "My god, still so big and hard for me," she purred, stroking slowly, thumb smearing the bead across his frenulum. He gasped, shy eyes locking on hers, fun sparking as she pumped him, balls heavy in her other palm.

She turned, bracing hands on the stall wall, ass presented—plump cheeks parting to reveal her puckered rosebud and dripping slit. "Fuck me from behind, William. Make this stall shake." He gripped her hips, athletic thighs flexing, and rubbed his cockhead along her folds, coating himself. Inch by torturous inch, he sank in, her velvety walls clenching like a vice. "So tight... Jane, you're heaven," he groaned, shyness gone in playful thrusts.

They built rhythm slowly—deep, grinding strokes, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks. She pushed back, curvy ass rippling, moaning, "Harder, hubby! Pound your playful wife's cunt!" Sensations exploded: her heat milking him, his shaft dragging her g-spot, sweat slicking their skin in the humid stall. Emotions peaked—playful banter between gasps: "Who's my shy stud now?" "Your naughty restroom slut, Jane!"

He reached around, fingers circling her clit, pinching nipples through dress fabric. She came first, walls spasming, squirting juices down his shaft, soaking his balls. "Fuuuck, William!" Her playful cry muffled against her arm. He followed, roaring softly, cock pulsing ropes of thick cum deep inside, filling her until it leaked out in creamy rivulets.

Panting, they clung, kissing sloppily, the restroom's sensual hush wrapping their afterglow. Outside, summer night deepened, but inside, their first meeting's fire burned eternal—playful, fun, forever theirs.