Shared Bathroom Adventures Ch. 07

"I take it you want another? Clearly you haven't had enough." She joked as if mocking me for not having the courage do anything more.

I was a few feet from her by the time I realized I was off the couch. I don't remember how I got there, but soon I was right behind her. My chin rested on her neck, my hands on her hips.

"Jason?" She said sounding surprised.

I dropped to my knees and once again my face was right in front of her butt.

"What are doing?" She said, her voice raised.

"Just showing you I have the balls..." I said as I kissed her cheek in the same spot, right over her dress.

"Jason, I was only kidding..." she stopped mid-sentence as she felt the bottom of her dress begin to rise up the back of her legs.

"What are you doing?!?!" She repeated a little louder.

"It's like you said. Sometimes in life, you just have to go for it." I said as I began to see the lower curves of her cheeks poking out of her blue panties as I had now pushed her dress up over her hips.

A million precautionary thoughts flooded through my mind. Don't do this! You will get fired! Nothing good will come if this! STOP!!! My mind said over and over as I found myself kissing the soft flesh of her round curves just below her panty line.

"Jason!" She said in a surprised tone, but didn't say stop.

Don't have the balls? I'll show her who has balls, I thought to myself as I began to slip my fingers inside the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down at a painfully slow pace. The top of her crack came into view as the panties traced the curvature of her cheeks revealing more and more of my boss's ass on their way down.

What the fuck are you doing? I screamed internally as I stared at her now fully exposed butt just inches from my face. How's this for balls? I thought as I kissed the center of her left cheek, square in the middle. Pressing inward until I felt the sides of her cheek surround my lips and even press on my face I was pushing so firmly on her cheek.

Miranda gasped as she felt the touch of my lips on her exposed behind. I repeated the whole process on her right cheek. As my lips pressed on her soft cheek, I felt a slight change in her body posture shifting her weight onto her opposite foot. She reached behind with her left hand, I knew this was going to end soon.

My mind flooded with a mix of guilty thoughts, as I saw the huge ring on her left hand that reached around and headed toward my face. I thought clearly she was going to put a stop to this. But to my surprise her hand stopped on her left cheek, each finger slowly dug into her flesh as she gripped her cheek solidly, slightly pulling it more open. "Jason..." she moaned in a breathy gasp.

As her cheek slightly parted I could almost make out her hidden treasures within. My face slowly moved back in sliding across her cheeks sideways making my way toward her middle. The intimate aroma grew stronger the closer I got. My hands gripped her cheeks as I inhaled audibly and took in the dirty scent of her most private hole. "Mmmm, fuck" I involuntarily gasped as my nose rested just millimeters away from her anus.

Her giant wedding ring just to my left sparkled slightly as she shifted her weight, opening up slightly more. I thought about all the reasons this was wrong. All the awful things that could happen from doing this. "Consequences be damned." I whispered and felt my breath bounce off her exposed intimate areas carrying her earthy scent back to me as I planted a kiss with both lips right on her anus.

She let out a moan that sounded almost like a scream. I feared she was telling me to stop, but her left hand shifted off her cheek and to the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her ass. My kisses sped up and my tongue started circling around her forbidden hole before finally darting in as far as I could push.

Her intoxicating scent sent a crash of deja vu through my body from when I accidentally licked Ashley's mom's ass just a couple days ago. Only this wasn't an accident. Oh fuck, Ashley! An intense pang of guilt hit my stomach but not enough to stop me from kissing her tiny, knotted hole once more. I gave it one more peck as if kissing a friend on a cheek and I finally stood up.

The alcohol was starting to rush to my head and I felt slightly dizzy as she turned around to face me.

"Jason, Jason, Jason." She shook her head. "What have you done?" She asked with a tone of pity for me. Her hands cupped my face as she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on my lips, lightly lingering and taking in the scent of her own anus still on my mouth.

As she said that I realized my one hand was cupping her breast over her dress while the other was holding onto her butt, that the dress was now covering again.

I had not realized how hard I had gotten, now feeling the pain of it pressing outward. I felt the awkward bulge in my pants and undid my belt and pants, quickly unzipped my fly to free my eager and caged erection.

She looked down and smiled. "I think it's time we get into bed." She said as she turned, reached behind her and grabbed my shaft pulling me with her in the direction of the master bedroom.

This all felt so wrong, but so hot. I stumbled into bed, rolling on my back, watching my cock bobble as I found a comfy spot. My eyes grew heavy and the room started to spin. Everything was getting dark. "Dark. Just like your butthole." I giggled to myself as I lost all sense of time and where I was before everything went black.

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FUURRRRRRP! An obnoxiously loud sound in the distance rattled my pounding skull. I blinked a few times, seeing the overall brightness of the room and slowly realized it was already morning. What the hell happened last night? I wondered to myself as I rubbed my eyes, shifted my body and realized I was completely naked under the sheets. Lying on my back, I lifted the sheets up and saw that I was sporting a rock hard morning wood. Oh fuck, what did happen? I started to wonder as my hand seem to involuntarily grip my shaft and lightly tease my length.

FUURRRMP! There was that damn noise again. "What the fuck?!" I said softly and the words alone made my foggy brain hurt as I blinked a few more times still coming to.

"Morning honey." I heard a soft and gentle voice in another room. There to my right was Miranda sitting on the toilet, wearing a robe and bent slightly forward looking at her phone. "Did I wake you?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, my boss's farts woke me up. And she called me honey! "No, well yeah, but it's ok." I said realizing I was still stroking myself in plain view. I could see Miranda was smiling so I figured she thought it was sexy. I let out a huge yawn and slid out of bed, walking toward her in the bathroom not bothering to cover myself up.

She was wearing a white cotton, hotel issue robe as she sat there beautifully on the toilet, knees clasped together, only her tippy toes were touching the floor. As I entered the room only a few feet from her, she waved her hand side to side trying to waft the foul smell away.

"It's quite alright Miranda, I've already experienced your smells before. It's fine." I said strangely confidently as I approached her with my erection still sticking out, lightly bouncing with each step.

She waved again but looked a little more frustrated. "How are the kids?" She asked with a smile, not looking at me.

Kids? What the hell was she talking about?

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there to tuck them in last night." She said as she brushed her hair behind her ear revealing a Bluetooth headset.

Fuck, she wasn't wafting the smell away. She was wafting me away. She was on the phone this whole time with her family! A new wave of guilt washed over my body. Here I was, balls out while she was on the phone with her husband asking about her kids.

Once again I thought about Ashley. Oh god, what have I done? Last night was hazy, but I remembered enough to know I fucked up beyond repair. My stomach dropped and so did my erection, now hanging flaccid but still thick, full of blood and bobbing awkwardly between my legs.

"Tell the kids I love them." She smiled. "Love you too! See you guys tonight." After she hung up she finally looked up at me.

"Look who finally woke up." She said and leaned slightly to the side with a little grimace. A couple small plops followed by a deeper floomp broke the silence, with the noise giving away both their size and shape.

The stench flooded my senses, it was so bad and yet I found the whole experience such a strange rush that I couldn't explain. Once again I was awkwardly hard, standing there on display fully nude while she was covered.

"I take it you have to pee?" She said as more of a statement than a question.

"What?" I didn't really know how to respond.

"You drank like a sailor last night. Surely you have to pee." She said shaking her head.

"Oh right. Yeah." I said not sure what to make of it.

"Normally I'd tell you to wait your turn, but frankly we don't have time. Our limo will be here any minute."

"No, of course I'll wait." I blurted out.

"I just said there isn't time." She said as she stood up, stepping to the side revealing unabashedly what she left in the toilet.

My mouth dropped unsure of what to do.

"Jesus, Jason pee already!" She laughed as she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and reached behind her waist with both hands. I gathered one hand was gripping and pulling her cheek to the side to make way for her other hand to wipe.

I did my best to aim my erection toward the toilet. Taking a deep breath, I stood there awkwardly hearing no sounds but that of the toilet paper gliding against her behind. Eventually a few drops started to trickle and soon turned into a powerful stream providing a much needed break from the silence.

I did my best to aim away from her giant logs left in the toilet, with my stream barely hitting the where the water met the bowl.

She examined the toilet paper that just was on her ass. Only the tiniest hint of brown on it, as was the result of her solid poops. She folded it in half and returned to the job now watching me go and noticed my obvious avoidance of the elephant in the toilet so to speak.

"Oh just go for it already." She said shaking her head.

I adjusted the angle of my shaft so that my stream went around her large log in the center and sent her marble sized floaters spinning away in tiny circles before peeing on the main event. The powerful stream seemed to chip away at the solid log, letting tiny bits escape and slightly darkened the water as I made a little dent in her poop.

"Boys." She said shaking her head with a smile. "So predictable." She looked at her wad of used toilet paper; totally clean. Satisfied with her anal hygiene status, she tossed it into the bowl while I was still peeing. I couldn't help but watch everything she was doing, and the sound of my stream quieted down. Not from no longer having to go, but from the fact I was now missing the bowl as I was watching her wipe.

"Come on!" She shouted as she quickly gripped my penis and aimed it back into the bowl, continuing to hold onto it as if supervising me. "Thought I left enough in there for you to aim at. Do I need to put Cheerios in there as well?"

I laughed and didn't know how to respond.

"This is a new level of micro managing." She said sarcastically as she held my shaft and watched my stream continue to attack her thick logs.

"More like MACRO-managing." I said as I flexed my shaft in her hand hoping she got the joke.

"Oh good lord." She rolled her eyes and slapped my still erect shaft with the back of her hand sending my stream toward the bathtub and back as it flopped helplessly to and fro.

"Clean this mess up and be in the lobby in five. Limo leaves in seven minutes. No exceptions." She said seriously and walked out of the bathroom.

I didn't have time to question what on earth just happened. All I could do was rush to get dressed and gather my things as fast as I could. By the time I made it down to the lobby, Miranda was already there walking toward the limo as the chauffeur loaded her luggage.

We climbed into the backseat. Her face was buried in her laptop and soon she was on a conference call, back to her usual business self. Professional tone, demeanor and absorbed with the strategies of several upcoming projects.

I simply had no idea how this woman did what she did. My stomach felt awful from the guilt; although I'm sure the drinking was part of that.

We got to the airport and Miranda was all business. "Great meeting, Jason. Congrats again on the deal."

"Thanks." I said awkwardly, wondering how on earth we were not going to address what happened last night. "Look, about last night. I sincerely apologize for taking things too..."

"It's like I said." Miranda cut me off. "Good leaders know exactly how far to push others to get their desired results." She gave me knowing look for only a split second.

"Safe travels, Jason. I'm taking another flight to meet up with my family for a small vacation." She said as if that concluded all our business together.

"How do you that?" I blurted out. "How do you go from professional business, to overly friendly and charming with the client, to...to...whatever the hell that was last night, to seeing your husband, your kids...your family?" I said frantically as I now had to catch my breath from spewing that all out in one, quick continuous breath.

Miranda let out a deep sigh as if she knew this was coming and yet disappointed I asked anyway.

"I've found the most effective people in life are the best at compartmentalizing their lives. The better they can separate different areas, the better they are in each one." She said softly.

"So you're a different person in each area? Doesn't that make you a phony?" I asked naively.

"A phony?" She asked rhetorically, holding back a subtle smile. "Am I a phony for achieving my business goals? Am I a phony for securing a deal that will help our company and allow us to create more jobs? Am I a phony for pursuing my personal satisfaction in intimate ways. Am I a phony for knowing deep down what it is I really want in life?"

The blank stare on my face did a poor job of concealing my confusion.

"Jason, if anything this is the least phony life you can have. It just takes balls to live it." She eyed me up and down one last time. "Clearly you have balls. It's just a question of what you'll do with them." And she turned and walked in the opposite direction of my gate.

Jesus, did she really believe that? Is that how I want to live my life? Am I even cut out for that? All these thoughts ran through my head for my whole flight home. It wasn't until I landed that I started to wonder what on earth I was going to tell Ashley. Our last deep conversation on our weekend getaway ended in complete emotional chaos. Temporarily it seemed like Ashley wanted to see other people and be open and honest about it. But by the end it seemed like that was the last thing she wanted. I was more confused than ever.

Did she really want us to be open to seeing other people? Did she really want us to be honest with each other if something happened with someone else? Everything was fuzzy and I had no idea how I was going to handle it when I saw her.

The cab ride home from the airport was over before I knew it and soon I was standing at the end of the hallway staring at my apartment door, completely frozen and unable to move any closer. I still didn't know what I was going to do or how much to tell. This was torture.

Just as I started to walk closer to the door, it opened. Ashley was saying goodbye to some guy I never saw before. I was out of their view and watched as they shared a long, intimate hug. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and his hand trailed down her backside as he started stepping away. "It was so great to see you." He said and leaned in for one more hug.

It looked like from my angle his hand might have grabbed her butt, although I couldn't truly see from my vantage point.

"Take care, Robbie. Let's do this again sometime." She said in a flirtier tone than I was used to hearing as he walked down the hallway toward me, not really paying any attention to me.

I finally got up to the apartment door just as Ashley was closing it. My hand stopped it right before it shut.

"Robbie! You have to go!" She said with a giggle. Her face went from giddy to shock. "Jason. Oh, I, I didn't know you'd be back so soon."

"Took an earlier flight." I said trying to maintain my cool as I walked into the apartment, setting my luggage down. Ashley and I both stared at each other awkwardly. No hug, no kiss. Just awkward silence. I now noticed she was wearing her typical cotton, grey shorts and a comfy T-shirt she usually lounged around the house in. Her slightly hard nipples poking through the thin fabric made it pretty clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

After a few more moments of awkward silence Ashley asked, "how was your meeting?"

I paused before saying, "It was okay." I said plainly.

"Who was that?" I asked doing my best not to sound jealous.

"Oh. Nobody. Just Robbie. An old friend. He was in town so I offered that he could stay here." She said.

"Oh." I didn't know what to make of it. "What did you guys do?"

"Nothing." She said staring me in the eyes and added, "just chilled."

So that was how she was going to play it, I thought. I nodded a small form of deeper understanding.

"What about you? What did you and Miranda do after the meeting?" She asked, now trying to hide her own jealousy.

I took in a quick breath and tried to stay calm. "Nothing." What the fuck is wrong with you, your pathetic coward I screamed in my head. "Just chilled."

And she nodded her same level of understanding. So that's how you're going to play it.

To be continued...