Tony or Toni

Tony or Toni was a suggestion from a friend who likes erotica based in reality; she wanted a story with a woman and man in a changing room. While writing Tony, I thought how would the story stay the same and be different if Tony was Toni, a woman. Read both and let me know what you think.

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Tony

Jessica visited Off Target once a week to pick up one thing or another, until two weeks ago. Tony was a cashier. He was hot, having all that she looked for in a man, physically at least. Their conversations were limited to exchanges over transactions. Jessica felt a physical pull towards him. She sought his lane out regularly, most pleased when she was the only one in line and had time to flirt with him. When other people got in line behind her, she felt rushed. Not her style.

After two weeks of flirting, Jessica finally got the nerve up to ask for his phone number. Odds were he was not going to ask for hers while he was working. With his phone number she sent him a few flirty texts to see if he responded the same way to her in a different context. There definitely seemed to be a connection. Unfortunately, they had opposite schedules. The best she could do was joke about an encounter with him on break in a changing room.

“When is your lunch?” Jessica texted Tony.

“An hour from now. I think.” Tony responded.

“I’ll be in the changing room in an hour. Lol.”

“See you there.”

Jessica, feeling daring, made-up her mind and walked into Off Target. She walked past Tony’s lane, making eye contact with him and nodding towards the changing rooms. He smiled and blushed a bit. Looking at the clock on her phone, she had around 5 minutes before he went on lunch break. Striding across the store, Jessica entered the changing rooms, headed to the room at the end, and entered. She was breathing heavier than her walk should have made her. Jessica was excited by the thought of meeting Tony in here.

She sent Tony a text, “Last room. Waiting for you.”

Jessica did not expect a text back. Jessica took off her coat, hanging it on the hook on the door. She could not believe she was going to do this and hoped Tony did not disappoint. She kicked off her shoes. Pulled her jeans down and set them on the bench. Her light blue thong went on top of her jeans.

Jessica sat down on the bench in front the mirror, starting at the cool wood against her bare skin. Her hand went to her smooth pussy, running her fingers over her skin. Goosebumps, not from the cool wood or air. She continued stroking the silky smooth skin of her pussy, imagining how Tony would react and what he would do. Her fingers were sliding into her wetness when the changing room door opened, Tony slid into the room, standing there, staring at her brazenness.

She spread her legs a little wider, inviting Tony to act, to take part.

“Started without me,” he whispered as he got down on his knees between her legs.

She smiled at him, amused by his comment. Her fingers spread her lips apart. Tony’s eyes moved from her face to her pussy. He looked like it was Christmas. He slid his hands from her knees down to her waist, to down her thighs, spreading her wider. His face moved closer to her pussy. She could feel his breath on her, then the heat of his face, and his tongue.

One of Jessica’s hands went to Tony’s head, running through his hair, and subtly guiding his tongue. Her other hand went to her breasts. Tony was good. Not the best she had ever had, but for this moment, just what she needed. He ran his tongue up her wet slit, dipping into her pussy, up to her clit. He maintained speed and pressure driving Jessica towards orgasm. His hands roamed over her legs and waist adding to the sensation of his tongue. Feeling the orgasm building, Jessica spread her legs, ground her pussy into his face, and gripped his head. She let out small moans. Tony slid two fingers into her sopping, throbbing pussy thrusting in time with his tongue.

Jessica rode his face over the edge. She moaned aloud. Tony slid his fingers out of her, sat back on his ankles, and started to undo his pants. Jessica sated sat on the bench watching him. She wanted to fuck him, to feel his cock inside her, but…the alarm on her phone went off. Tony’s lunch was over. She held up her phone for him to see.

“Next time,” she said.

Toni

Jessica visited Off Target once a week to pick up one thing or another, until two weeks ago. Toni was a cashier. She was hot, Jessica was normally not attracted to women, but there was something about Toni. Their conversations were limited to exchanges over transactions. Jessica felt a physical pull towards Toni. She sought her lane out regularly, most pleased when she was the only one in line and had time to flirt with Toni. When other people got in line behind her, she felt rushed. Not her style.

After two weeks of flirting, Jessica finally got the nerve up to ask for her phone number. Odds were Toni was not going to ask for hers while she was working. With her phone number Jessica sent her a few flirty texts to see if she responded the same way to her in a different context. There definitely seemed to be a connection. Unfortunately, they had opposite schedules. The best she could do was joke about an encounter with her on break in a changing room.

“When is your lunch?” Jessica texted Toni.

“An hour from now. I think.” Toni responded.

“I’ll be in the changing room in an hour. Lol.”

“See you there.”

Jessica, feeling daring, made-up her mind and walked into Off Target. She walked past Toni’s lane, making eye contact with her and nodding towards the changing rooms. She smiled and blushed a bit. Looking at the clock on her phone, she had around 5 minutes before Toni went on lunch break. Striding across the store, Jessica entered the changing rooms, headed to the room at the end, and entered. She was breathing heavier than her walk should have made her. Jessica was excited by the thought of meeting Toni in here.

She sent Toni a text, “Last room. Waiting for you.”

Jessica did not expect a text back. Jessica took off her coat, hanging it on the hook on the door. She could not believe she was going to do this. She kicked off her shoes. Pulled her jeans down and set them on the bench. Her light blue thong went on top of her jeans.

Jessica sat down on the bench in front the mirror, starting at the cool wood against her bare skin. Her hand went to her smooth pussy, running her fingers over her skin. Goosebumps, not from the cool wood or air. She continued stroking the silky smooth skin of her pussy, imagining how Toni would react and what she would do. Jessica was shocked by her thoughts, but aroused more at the thought of Toni, her first woman, touching her. Her fingers were sliding into her wetness when the changing room door opened, Toni slid into the room, standing there, staring at her brazenness.

She spread her legs a little wider, inviting Toni to act, to take part.

“Started without me,” she whispered as she got down on her knees between Jessica’s legs.

She smiled at Toni, amused by her comment. Jessica spread her lips apart. Toni’s eyes moved from her face to her pussy back to Jessica’s face. She looked like it was Christmas. She slid her hands from Jessica’s knees down to her waist, to down her thighs, spreading her wider. Her fingers danced over Jessica’s pussy, sending waves of pleasure through Jessica. Toni dipped a finger into Jessica’s wetness, sliding up her pussy to Jessica’s clit. Toni’s touch was electric. Jessica kept trying to catch her breath and not moan to loud. Toni’s face moved closer to Jessica’s pussy. She could feel Toni’s breath on her, then the heat of her face, and her tongue.

One of Jessica’s hands went to Toni’s head, running through her hair. Her other hand went to her breasts. Toni knew what she was doing. Not the best she had ever had, but for this moment, just what she needed. She ran his tongue up Jessica’s wet slit, dipping into her pussy, up to her clit. She maintained speed and pressure driving Jessica towards orgasm. Her hands roamed over Jessica’s legs and waist adding to the sensation of her tongue. Feeling the orgasm building, Jessica spread her legs, ground her pussy into her face, and gripped Toni’s head. She let out small moans. Toni slid two fingers into her sopping, throbbing pussy thrusting in time with her tongue.

Jessica rode Toni’ face over the edge. She moaned aloud. Toni slid her fingers out, sat back on her ankles looking pleased. Jessica sated sat on the bench watching her. She wanted to return the pleasure, but…the alarm on her phone went off. Toni’s lunch was over. She held up her phone for Toni to see.

“Next time,” Toni said as she went back to work.

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