Tim was groggy as he entered the park's public rest area. He picked what looked like the relatively cleanest stall.

He heard the restroom door swing open. Then he thought he heard a feminine laugh.

Had he accidentally gone into the ladies room instead of the men's? No. Couldn't be. He'd noticed urinals.

He went to the sink in front of the stall to wash his hands.

As he was drying his hands, he noticed something in the mirror. Something green and scaly, standing on the counter not too far from him, closer to the restroom door.

She pulled her ponytail free, shaking out her long green hair. Then she began applying a tube of ruby red lipstick. When she coated her lips in a more than generous amount, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, puckering her lips and admiring her work.

She must have used at least half the tube. She kissed her reflection, then stepped back to trace the shimmery lip print with one of her long claws, nodding in approval of the color.

Then she noticed him in the reflection. Those violet eyes bulged, those pointy ears perked up, and she began batting her lashes rapidly.

He tried to turn and run for the exit. Her claws hooked on to his shoulder. She spun him around, and then pulled him into her, mashing his lips into hers.

She moaned and tilted her head back and forth, smearing her fresh lipstick all over his mouth and chin. She opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again, then opened it again, then stuck her tongue into his mouth, coaxing his tongue out and then sucking on it. Then she gently bit into his bottom lip before pulling away just long enough to take a breath, then realigning their mouths and kissing him again.

He tried to back away from her, but her long arms and legs wrapped around him, and she continued kissing him while he tried to pry her off.

He finally shoved her to the floor, and then ran in to one of the toilet stalls, locking it securely behind him.

He could hear the pitter-patter of her feet across the floor. Then her green legs appeared on the other side of the stall door. She ducked down and scurried under it easily.

He frantically reached for the lock on the door, but she pushed his hand away. She shoved him, and he landed on the lid of the toilet. Then she began massaging his lap.

He pushed her hand away, but she just made an excited sound and grabbed him tighter through his pants. He pried her three fingers off of him. She climbed on top of him. The toes of one foot massaged his bulge while the fingers of one hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for another deep, extremely passionate kiss.

He slid off of the toilet and tried to crawl across the floor into the next stall. She grabbed his leg, trying to pull him back. He grabbed the bottom of the next stall, pulling on it to pull himself forward. She rode his leg into the stall with him, climbing on to his back and kissing his neck.

He stood up and stumbled his way out of the stall.

He made his way towards the exit, grabbing her fingers and unclasping them so she dropped to the floor. As he ran towards the door, she ran and climbed up into one of the urinals, able to stand up perfectly within it. She snagged him by the pants with one of her sharp nails as he tried to run by. Then she squeezed both of his butt cheeks tightly and pulled him into the urinal, as if he was about to use it. She undid his belt until his pants dropped to his ankles, then wrestled his underwear down until the part of him she was most interested in was fully exposed.

The door swung open. Tim tried to nod casually at the guy unzipping his pants at another urinal.

Greta licked Tim thoroughly and enthusiastically before inserting him between her lips.

"Ohhh!"

The noise escaped Tim's lips, and the other guy gave him a funny sideways glance.

Tim grabbed hard on to the piping above the urinal to try to steady himself.

He was sticky and wet from lipstick and her slobber. She was enjoying his manhood like it was a lollipop.

His eyes closed and he gripped the pipe tighter and couldn't help moaning again.

"Are you okay?" the other guy asked.

"Y-yeah," Tim replied. "N-never better."

Greta rapidly moved her head back and forth. Tim began repeatedly slapping the palm of his hand on the top of the urinal.

"Just mind your own business!" he yelled at the other guy when he tried to look over at him again.

The other guy zipped up his pants and went to the counter to wash his hands. Tim began to massage the back of one of Greta's leathery ears.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Tim moaned, as the other man shook the excess moisture off his hands, gave him one final look, then went out the door.

When the door swung shut, Greta pulled her face away, and Tim sprayed like a garden hose at the porcelain beside her.

Greta smiled widely, impressed that, after all that, Tim was at least still at half mast.

She gave him a shove, and he backed into the nearest stall without even pulling his pants back up. A suggestive touch right above his waist, and he seated himself on the toilet.

Greta untied her plaid shirt, completely exposing her soft yellow breasts and the firm-enough-to-cut-glass green nipples in the centers.

She positioned his semi in between them then grabbed them and pressed them together. He writhed and moaned as she worked them up and down and up and down and up and down.

When he was all the way hard and throbbing again, she tugged his legs so he fell to the floor, his back to the toilet, and then she pulled his legs again so that his head was gently resting against the toilet.

Then she took her pants off and climbed on him so that he was fully inside of her.

He held on to the toilet for dear life as she bounced up and down on him rapidly until he climaxed again, this time deep inside of her.

Greta sucked the remaining fluid off of him while he was still rigid, then sauntered through the exit. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped again when she saw two young women heading into the ladies room.

She waited a moment and then went in. She could see both pairs of legs in two adjacent stalls. She climbed on the counter to look in the mirror to smooth down her hair and then use a finger to wipe the smeared lipstick away from the outside of her mouth. Then she reapplied the tube to her lips and then finally climbed under the stall.

The dark haired girl was sitting on the toilet, about to pull her pants back on, when she saw Greta and shrieked.

"I think there's a snake or something in my stall!" Kim replied.

"Do you need my help?" the other girl asked.

Kim just froze as Greta posed seductively for her. Then the gremlin crawled up on to her lap.

"It's okay, Lois, I think," Kim replied.

Greta kissed her lips, hardly waiting at all before slipping Kim tongue. She pulled away slowly, biting Kim's lower lip and hanging on to it for an extra second before separating entirely.

"It's friendly, I think."

"A friendly snake?" Lois said suspiciously.

"Yeah," Kim said, as Greta pulled her in for another kiss. "Real friendly."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lois asked.

All Kim could reply with was "Mmmmmm."

"You smell real nice," Greta whispered in to her ear after ending the kiss again.

"Surprisingly enough," Kim whispered back, as quietly as possibly, "so do you."

They kissed again, Kim running her hands through Greta's silky green hair.

Greta lifted Kim's blouse and removed her bra, then began nibbling on one nipple while pinching and pulling on the other.

"Does that feel good?" she groaned.

"Yes!" Kim screamed. "It feels so good."

"What?" Lois asked.

"Being out in nature," Kim moaned. "It feels so, so good!"

Greta dropped to the floor and grabbed Kim by both knees, pushing her legs apart, then sticking her head between them.

"Ohhhh!" Kim exclaimed loudly.

"What is it?" Lois asked, growing more concerned.

"I'm just really enjoying this camping trip. Aren't you?"

"Not that much."

"What's wrong?" Kim gasped between moans as Greta's tongue flicked around inside of her. "Don't you . . . want me . . . to be . . . happy ?"

"Umm, I guess so," Lois said.

There was a flush, and then they could hear Lois leaving her stall for the sink.

"My turn now," Greta said, climbing onto Kim's face.

"Are you almost done in there?" Lois asked. "I'm ready to go."

"Yeah," Kim said, hoping her voice wasn't too muffled between Greta's legs. "I'll be quick."

"Not too quick, I hope," Greta said.

Kim went to work on Greta with her teeth and tongue while the gremlin writhed in her face in ecstasy.

When she let go, Kim finally pulled her shorts up and stumbled out of the stall, flushed and smiling.

"I thought you hated camping?" Lois said.

"I'm coming around on it," Kim replied.

Greta felt very content, too. Making love in bathrooms always reminded her of her wedding night. And even though her husband had run off and she hadn't seen him in years, she still remembered the yearning and felt the thrill of the moment she had claimed her conquest.

But she didn't want to just hang out in the bathroom for forever. There was a whole park to explore, and plenty of campers she could turn into very happy campers.