Josh waits for Stephanie

Easy now. Down ya go, buddy.

The plain urbanite watched his crotch flatten back into place and chucked a breath. With his thinking man now relaxed, Josh leaned against the prickly wall and yawned when a voice at his side interrupted him.

"Excuse me, are these the restrooms?"

He rose an eyebrow. Right it was.

They -- he and Stephanie -- had been passing by the facilities when the lithe young woman strayed for it, claiming to be feeling the effects of the water fountain she'd sipped out of shortly before their... 'crash'.

"Yeah," Josh finally said through his half-open eyes. He stuck a thumb to the building behind him and turned to glance at the voice's host. "Should be there on the other si--"

He stopped as his eyes met with that of a buxom broad's. She gave him an unassuming expression. The 30-something-looking woman was dressed in a cardigan and a white blouse showcasing only a hint of cleavage at the wonderfully hefty jugs beneath.

He gulped, and waited for her to correct him. But she never did.

"Thanks," she said instead, placing her arms just below her chest. Her still spectacular chest.

In fact, he could've sworn she was propping it up a little.

Josh coughed, feeling his erection returning.

His gaze dropped down to her boobs again. They just looked so nice. So soft and pillowy. He found himself mumbling something out before he could help himself again.

"Man, those tits look great."

"Why," the woman smiled, "thanks, again." When her gaze flitted down, she quickly rose them back up. Josh realized too late where his hand was; and worse yet, what it happened to be rubbing. Internally, he was scathing while he frantically drew it away.

Then his hand froze.

Thanks!? He repeated it to himself to make sure he heard it correctly. In his immobilized state, he almost missed the woman moving forward.

Her aroma gently rode on the backs of the wind, and her hair lilted against the coattailing breeze. Josh thought she would pass by without a word. He was surprised, then, when she instead briefly stopped and rested one hand against his arm. She squeezed it, her fingers lightly feeling his arm up -- fairly lightly, anyway. He didn't even know if he still had one there. Her grip was quite strong -- she may have pulpified it.

"And another thanks for helping me find the restrooms, babe," she added. She rubbed his arm one last time, patted it, and then left with a lingering touch.

Josh stood there in mild cryogenic shock as she walked away.

"Ready to go?" another voice came from behind. Turning, Josh was a fit of babbles at his newly acquainted runner girl. "Oh," Stephanie plopped a hand over her mouth, "jeez..."

"What?" Josh looked to see her looking downward again and grew flustered, turning back around to cover his prominent tent. It was at it again; his inner pervert was like a **** of untamable nature. "Yes!" He raised an arm. "Let's go! To the plaza!"

Stephanie giggled as she met him at his side and they moved away from the restrooms and back down the street. A perfunctory row of cars dotted the main road, and leaves pattered across the pavement. She elbowed him lightly. "You're a funny guy, Josh." She smiled, then, throwing him off-guard, closed in on his face in a way that pushed a lump of saliva down his throat self-consciously, her breath tickling the tip of his nose. "Very, very funny."

Her look was near investigative as her eyes drilled into his.

Taking a sharp breath, Josh took her in with catatonic intoxication; her eyes, her skin, her covered body and clothed up breasts -- but she was still so close, so barely brushing up against him, that he nearly came at having her there just one ass squeeze away. Before he knew it, his tented manhood make contact with her hip, and he began rubbing against it automatically.

He half-whispered, "Ohmm fuck yeah." In a flash, he pictured bending her over and fucking her in any hole he wanted right there, and pulling her sweet tits out.

Then with widened eyes, he jumped back. Stephanie's tight figure was ripped away from him by his own hands. Strangely, she only stood there, quite non-resistant when he had been pressed against her.

Rubbing his dick on a girl's pelvis was not safe -- not safe at all. Clothed or not!

"Sorry!" he dialed back, "I, uh, that..."

"...was not necessary, was it?" Stephanie smiled again, a glint in her eye. She breathed out, with a smoldering look, "I just knew it."

Another lump down the esophagus as Josh's eyes darted from side to side. "What? Knew what?"

Stephanie faced forward with a wry smile, and began walking off once more. That firm, robust ass back in view.

Eventually, Josh broke out of his paralysis and went after her, "Hey, wait up! What did you know?" he cried, shoes on the ground, wind over the lobes of his ears. He adjusted his pants. And with a straining, girl-pining dick pointing the way.

Jeez, he had no self-restraint.

He just hoped she wouldn't be filing a restraining order on him by the time they got to actually eating hot dogs.