#k so

So yeah. Gloryholes. Gloryholes that promise anonymity for both the giver and receiver.

He's been to a few establishments around Japan. His favorite one doubles as a public bath (no one would question why he visits a bath so often).

He just goes to the counter and asks for a relaxing encounter. The receptionists lead him to a hall of stalls.

The stalls each have 3 walls and curtains in them. Providing extra privacy for the users. Unoccupied stalls have their curtains opened so the clientele can take a look at what they're being offered.

Some stalls show nothing. With only a hole, much is left up to the imagination. Others show everything minus a face.

The receptionists know which one Aizawa likes. They all walk him to the very end of the hall, where he's become a regular.

Aizawa's hole (as he so affectionately calls it) has a person's lower half sticking out of it. A very well decorated lower half, he would add.

The first time he saw her, she was clad in lace thigh highs held up with belts that went around her waist. A few stars and hearts were drawn right where the thigh highs stopped. He thought they were tattoos, but his next visit told him they were cutely drawn on.

A low seat was placed below the space where her lower half was sticking out of. A support for her feet. Aizawa had removed her feet from the seat and sat down. He held her thighs on his shoulder. He was face to face with her crotch. He really couldn't think of a better place to be.

He'd started by kissing the inner thighs. Caressing her skin. Feeling the pudginess in the socks. He kissed around the little stars as if they were dotted lines telling him what to do.

Soft whimpers from the other side of the wall made him want to do more. He lifted a skirt like fabric to see the hole he came to use. His mouth got to work, fast. Using his tongue to see if she tastes as sweet as she looks. Her legs tightened around his neck. He continued kissing and sucking loudly when the whining on the other side became unrestrained.

He only stopped when the legs around his neck stopped spasming and fell limp on his shoulders.

He looked behind him to make sure the curtains were drawn. Getting caught with his pants down would be worse than getting caught at all.

He got up from the seat, held up her feet by her ankles and unzipped himself.

A groan left his mouth when his dick was finally free from the confinement of his clothes. After stroking himself for a while, he looked at the hole he was lapping at a while ago.

Just the tip.

He thought about rubbing himself on her gushing hole.

Just a few strokes.

But he shook the thoughts out of his head and pulled out a condom from his pocket. The consequences would be worse on her than on him. So he held himself back.

Or maybe he didn't. He did pound into her hole as if it was first time all over again. A bit messy, a bit haphazardly.

A condom strewn, had been followed by 3 more. The moaning on the other side had turned to soft whimpering. His own legs were giving out now. He sat back down on the stool. The low angle gave him a perfect view of the well used hole he was just in.

He left a kiss to express his "5 stars and more" experience.

After his legs had gained some strength, he got up and placed her feet on the stool.

"if you don't mind, I'll be back in a week"

He had said to her as he left. And as promised, he was back in exactly a week.