Opt For Privacy

Emma was getting anxious. Torn between wanting to see more, and not wanting to get caught by Ian, Emma said to the man, "Go to the bathroom. Give me a second and I'll meet you there."

"But your boyfriend-" The man started.

"The ladies, go there and I'll be right behind you." Emma hissed.

She stepped back and let the old man out of the car. Emma watched as he waddled to the bathroom, trying to hide his hard-on but not bothering to put it back in his pants.

Emma waited a second or two. When Ian didn't appear she headed to the ladies. Both bathrooms were connected in the small brick building. Outside the men's room, Emma yelled to Ian. "Hon, I have to use the little girl's room. I'll be out in a minute OK?"

Ian's muffled voice came back with, "I'm having my own problems in here, so go ahead. Meet you back at the car."

Having bought herself some time, Emma went into the women's room. The old man stood there, dick in hand.

Emma hesitated for a second then lead the man into a stall. If anyone came in they wouldn't be seen right away. She put a finger to her lips to let the man know to be quiet about it, then motioned for him to continue.

Emma was now sitting on the toilet with her feet up on the seat. The man faced her, slowly pleasuring himself to the sight of Emma's crotch. Her jeans were pulled tight, giving him a good idea of what her pussy might look like if it had been exposed.

Emma let him stare, keeping her own gaze on the leaking member in front of her. The ugly penis drooled precum down on to the toilet seat and the floor.

Emma licked her lips, not entirely on purpose. The old man was revolting, but something broken inside of Emma had her turned on by all of this. Raunchy sex stuff in a public bathroom. Emma shuddered, half in disgust, half from arousal.

The old man seemed like he was about to have a seizure. His breathing was coming out in little gasps and his hand moved in quick little jerky motions.