The room had two stalls. I deliberated on which one to pick. On one hand, the larger one would provide me more space to maneuver. On the other hand, they got more traffic, and would be prone to being dirtier.
I opted for the smaller stall. I settled down and lowered my underwear, then started pissing. The thin stream echoed through the walls as my urine splashed merrily.
It feels good to squeeze out my ample store of urine. I notice the outside door open. I keep on peeing, unfazed. I can take my time.
Shoes click on the hard bathroom floor, heading over to the handicap stall. My stream weakens. I’m just about done. I reach over to grab a fistful of paper to dab my pussy and skidaddle.
Then the man in the next stall begins moving around. I think nothing of it, until I see his feet placed on the edge of my stall and his. A moment later, in the space underneath the stall a perky penis appears, the cock resting right underneath the stall door. It presents itself between hairy thighs. A tight pink ballsack and a looming organ right in the middle. I take note of the shiny, prominent head attached to the thick rod. A handsom pair of balls sit underneath.
I hastily grab a handful of toilet paper and dab myself, never once losing sight of the active penis to my left.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. The man waits, patiently and silently. His cock seemed to grow ever harder and redder.
I watch, completely rapt. His shaft cocked and pointed. The moisture at the tip, widening, threatening to fall. Oops…there it goes. A thin line of silk drips from his phallus.
The silence is broken by a cough. The penis simultaneously raises itself, rearing its head.
I stop deliberating. I go and reach over, enclosing my greedy fist over the shaft. I hold its rubbery warmth. My stall member never makes a peep, but his cock begins to get harder and less rubbery.
I don’t move my hand, I just hold it. The organ gets even more rigid, but the figure it’s attached to remains still.
I indulge in wiping my thumb along the slit and circling the glans with slippery goo. The penis momentarily thrusts upward.
My own wetness is now forming underneath my pussy. I feel it, threatening to drop downwards. I reach over again, this time letting my hand linger. I will see how close he is. The hot organ is thrumming with energy.
I decide to tease him by lightly gripping the area underneath the head, giving it a few quick shakes, then removing my hand altogether. I feel its presence in the cool stall air. When I reach over again, this time I stoke slowly but regularly. The skin is loose and glides over the shaft like oil. About ten seconds later, he erupts. He can’t even wait for a downward stroke. White cum spurts out messily through the wrinkled foreskin. An even thicker spray comes out n the downward stroke. I keep on tugging. He keeps on releasing hearty jets of semen. It hits the other side of the stall door! The penis squelches between my fist as the last drops of semen come out.
My neighbor leaves shortly afterward.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/43z0i2/26f_str8_voy_meeting_a_man_in_a_womens_restroom
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