One night while at community college I found a vibrator on the floor in my toilet stall. I was alone in the bathroom. Even when I wasn't looking at it I kept thinking about it. After I was done with my business I put it in my purse. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do with it. Lost and found, toss it, wash it or...

The whole time I was in my night class I kept thinking about it. What kind of woman keeps a vibrator in her purse? What kind of young woman even owns one? I mostly assumed it fell out of her purse, but what if it didn't? Did she almost get caught? My mind was buzzing so much over it I couldn't learn anything. When class was over I searched for the right bathroom. I dared not use one near my class or the one I found it in.

Once inside I went straight into the stall and got busy with it. As a nursing student, I knew I should have washed it first, but using it while dirty made me feel like I was having sex with it's last owner. The arousal was too strong and I couldn't help myself. In the dim stall I couldn't figure out how to turn it on so I just used it like a dildo. It didn't matter to me. I was terrified of someone hearing it and catching me. I wondered if the last owner was used it like me to keep from getting caught.

After I was done I washed it in the sink. I washed it even more when I got home. I still can't believe I did something that gross. I still have it. It was my first vibrator and, because of how I found it, it is still my gross and guilty favorite

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