The woman starts rubbing herself, followed by John

As the lingering fog gradually dissipated, John's gaze was no longer shrouded in obscurity. He could now clearly see the woman seated across from him, even though the room remained relatively dark due to the fogged-up windows.

Suddenly, the corners of the woman's lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile as her eyes remained fixed on John and his feeble attempt at hiding his erection. Her voice, hushed but distinct, broke the silence. "No need to hide that thing," she purred.

John hesitated, uncertain about how to react to this stranger who seemed to be taking an interest in his arousal. "I... I wasn't sure if..."

She interrupted him with a low, sultry chuckle. "I don't mind. In fact, I rather enjoy the view."

His hesitancy slowly waned, and he leaned back into a more comfortable pose. "You don't mind?"

She shot him an approving look. "Not at all. You seem to have a nice, well-equipped thing."

His cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and intrigue. "Uh, thanks."

She continued teasingly, "It's a shame your girlfriend isn't here to help you with that."

John replied, "She just went to the bathroom. She should be back soon."

The woman offered no reply, her gaze remaining fixed on John and his erection. She then asked with a husky tone, "Do you mind if I watch?"

John hesitated for a brief moment, knowing that he probably shouldn't allow this. But the intense, almost predatory gaze of the woman made him feel wanted and appreciated. So, he found himself saying, "It's... it's okay."

Her unwavering stare continued, her hand slowly drifting between her legs. John watched in fascination, not entirely certain if she was doing what he suspected. The woman's sultry voice broke the silence again. "You've got a really nice cock, you know."

Awkwardly, John muttered a thank you, his eyes fixated on her as she opened her legs slightly to grant herself easier access. This revealed that she was indeed pleasuring herself, adding to the charged erotic atmosphere.

The woman inquired again, her voice dripping with sensuality, "Are you okay with what I'm doing?"

By now, John was too aroused to care about how wrong this situation might be. He replied, "I don't mind."

Her fingers moved with deliberate sensuality, and she let out a seductive moan. The sound triggered something in John, and he found his own hand involuntarily drifting to his straining cock. Still fixated on the woman's mesmerising movements, John began to stroke himself.

With a sultry chuckle, she commented, "What a nice view."