My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Don and I worked with Ella in the same office in Singapore. I was the best man at Don and Ella's wedding where I was introduced to Ella's best friend, Celeste. Later, Dona and Ella's marriage spiralled out of control because of Don's affair with a Chinese colleague. My efforts to comfort Ella led to more than friendship. How could I reconcile my feelings for Celeste and my lust for Ella?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Cheating Light Bond Oriental Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting
It was then I caught a glimpse of light coming from the bottom of the female toilet. The auto sensors light up the bathroom whenever it sensed movements. I estimated it to be about 20m distance away from where I was, and there was no telling if Walter might suddenly appear from the office. I took a deep breath and quickly scrambled down the corridor to the bathroom.
A quick glance told me Walter was still in his office and I took the risk and opened the female bathroom. It was empty, but from the reflection in the mirror I could tell one of the cubicle doors was closed.
I entered and shut the door behind me. I whispered towards the cubicle.
“Ella? ... you there? It’s me ... James...”
Immediately the bolt came undone and Ella dashed out of the cubicle. She was trembling and I could see she had cried.
“James ... Walter...”
I hushed her down, and told her I saw what happened without explaining myself.
“Keep your voice down ... don’t let Walter know I’m here...”
I reassured her everything would be ok.
“Let’s get you out of here.”
I grabbed a stool from the cleaner’s store and hoisted myself up to reach the sensor for the bathroom. I yanked it off the ceiling and plunged the bathroom into darkness. The moment I got back onto the floor, Ella grabbed my arms, as if she was afraid of losing me in the dark. I took a peek into the corridor and checked that it was clear. I calculated the risk in my head. The 20 m to the staircase. The 17m to the lift lobby. What should I do?
I motioned for Ella to take off her heels and she did so obediently. We left the female toilet, and were about to take another step when I saw the light spilling into the corridor from our office go off. Immediately I dragged Ella into the men’s bathroom and shut the door.
I took a quick look around and immediately dragged Ella to the last cubicle and shut it. There was an eerie silence in the cubicle and Ella by then was holding onto my hand. Our fingers intertwined as she looked helplessly at me. I stroked her hair and put my finger to my lips, mouthing for her to calm down.
There was a sudden thud. A loud one. The sound of a door hitting the back of its stopper but it was not the men’s bathroom. It was a little muted. It had to be the ladies. It was so quiet that we could make out Walter’s voice, calling Ella’s name from the ladies. Then there was no sound, but followed by a muted thud and another, and another.
I could almost picture Walter opening each of the female cubicles, expecting to find Ella inside. Ella’s shivering never stopped. In fact, it got worst with every muted thud, no doubt her mind filling with images of Walter finding her if I had not showed up. No one knows what could have happened. No one could tell what Walter would do.
There was no way of getting out of the bathroom without bumping straight into Walter. One thing was certain. Walter was coming. I knew in the back of my mind that it was a matter of seconds before Walter came over to the men’s toilet.
I had not disabled the sensor when we entered, so the entire bathroom was flooded with lights. The spill of the lights would be obvious from the entrance. If Walter had gone to the trouble of opening every cubicle in the female toilet, there was nothing stopping him from doing the same in the male one.
There was not much time for me to think and I quickly surveyed my surroundings, desperate for a solution. The last cubicle we were in does not come with a sit down WC, it was the old kind of squatting pan where you need to take 2 steps up. Ella and I were elevated about 20cm off the ground level but if we were to remain there, we could be easily seen in the reflection from the mirrors at the wash basins.
Right at the back where the flush panel was, there was another ledge. It was quite wide, at least 30cm by my estimate, definitely enough for someone to stand on. If I could get Ella up and away from the mirror’s effective reflection range, we might be able to pass off the last cubicle as empty since the mirrors are not that high but that was not enough.
I opened the cubicle door and took a quick look outside the toilet, my eyes desperately scanning for something that could get us out of this fix. Aside from the cleaner’s stall that was full of supplies and cleaning equipment, there was just a string with several towels hanging from it. I recognised them as what the cleaner would usually use to clean the sink and the mirrors.
There was an old t-shirt which belonged to the cleaner and a pair of old slippers. I started taking off my clothes and gestured for Ella to get up and get onto the ledge. She did not question me and turned towards the ledge. I would estimate it to be about 1.1m off the squatting pan, not too high, but without a proper foot support, you would need help getting up, especially with the 30cm space, you don’t have much room to work with.
I held Ella by the waist right after I unbuckled my pants and gave her a hoist, I was struck with a flash of navy blue as her short skirt gave a cheerful bounce, flashing her underwear at me. There was no time to savour the sight as Ella struggled to balance herself on the space about the size of an A4 sheet of paper.
She had to squat down diagonally, and I was staring straight at her underwear as she manoeuvred right to the extreme corner of the cubicle, away from the opening swing of the door. If the door was not open wide enough, there was a possibility that Walter would not see her.
Ella gave me a frown and a smack on my head when she saw me staring at her exposed underwear, gesturing urgently at the door. I let my pants drop, leaving only my boxers. Thankfully I was wearing just a plain black pair that day. If you don’t pay much attention to it, it might pass off as a pair of running shorts.
I hung all my clothes behind the door and quickly ran out of the last cubicle and into the 2nd one after grabbing one of the towels drying on the string and slipping on the cleaner’s slippers. Two of the cubicles came with attached shower hoses. Sometimes the staff will shower in them especially after a hot afternoon site visit.