See what He Wants

Emma looked around again to make sure no one was around, then slowly approached the man's car. The old man sat in the driver's seat with his window down and his hand stroking himself over his pants. Emma noticed the dog in the back seat lying down, looking sleepy.

"Hell of a show you put on, Miss," The man said when she reached the car, "Thought I'd repay the favor if you like."

Emma looked down to see the man rubbing himself. His fly was down and he could easily expose himself if he wanted.

Emma looked to the restrooms. Ian was taking his time. He was probably finishing himself off without her. Her eyes went back to the bulge in the old man's pants.

Taking her silence for approval, he eased his cock out of he hole in the front of his pants. It was ugly, as far as penises went. It was small, but not tiny, but just looked weird. It was a pale reddish color, even though quite hard, and the head was disproportionately large. It looked like a sad mushroom. Wisps of white hairs peeked out from the man's fly.

Emma still found herself staring. If getting caught had turned her on, this was ten times better. Ian could catch her at any moment, watching some old stranger expose himself to her.

The old man was stroking himself faster, wanting Emma to watch him cum. She stared, memorized by the gross penis, as it leaked a milky fluid from it's lips.

"Was that cum?" Emma heard herself whisper.

"No, not yet, just getting close. I get a lot of pre." The man said, then squeezed the tip to make more ooze out.

Emma couldn't look away. Ian would be back soon. Exciting or not, getting caught watching this would be a very bad end to their date.