Zelda

You’re walking the mall aimlessly, lost in your own private thoughts and carefully wearing your jacket so that it covers your conspicuous bulge to greatest effect when, as your luck would have it, you’ve got to make a stop at the bathroom. Dealing with having to take a piss in your condition has always been a bit of a challenge, but it’s a lot easier dealing with a urinal than it is trying to manage distance with your limited aiming capabilities trying to piss in a toilet bowl. You glance to the nearest public restroom and head towards it. At least you won’t have to worry about anybody seeing it…or so you think.

You take the urinal stall with one side exposed. You don’t know why, it’s less protected than the others, but you’re feeling safe enough in the knowledge nobody will see you. However, you didn’t count on the strange trip fate has in store for you today. Suddenly, the door opens and none other than the breezily walking, homeless and braless Zelda comes in.

“Gotta come in here,” she announces, “The lady on the sign of the other bathroom says I can’t come in, but the guy on this sign said it’s okay. I…Oh!”

Zelda stops short with a squeak as she sees you. You’re doing your best so that you aren’t exposed, but she’s caught you by surprise…and you don’t really have any way to obstruct your bobbing boner. She doesn’t see it at first, though, looking at your face. Zelda blushes almost as much as you do.

“Sorry, Mr. Hugs,” she says, “I didn’t know you’d be here. But…um…oh…goodness!”

Zelda’s gotten her first peek at your massive meat log and you sigh gently. Well, it’s okay, you decide, because it’s not likely anybody will take her seriously if she says anything. She gives you a kind of shy smile, glancing from your cock to your face.

“Your…trouser monster is all…happy,” she says coyly, “and…it’s staying happy. Is he happy ‘cause of me, Mr. Hugs?”

You’re shocked at the question and then…it dawns on you that Zelda isn’t running away in terror. Zelda’s glancing back to your cock and often. What’s more, she seems to like it a lot. You glance yourself to the thin t-shirt she wears over her otherwise unrestrained rack and you begin to see the bumps where her prominent nipples are now standing out, making themselves very visible. You’re reminded again just how naturally gorgeous Zelda is and you swallow hard.

“You…might say that,” you say, deciding that a little white lie wouldn’t hurt, “you are really pretty, Zelda.”

You mentally kick yourself for the cheesiness of that line but Zelda doesn’t seem to mind, grinning wide and turning away a little with a blush, giggling like a schoolgirl. Then she turns back to you, her hands laced in front of her, making her arms push her lusciously huge rack forward and together in…very interesting ways and making her jutting nipples even more visible against the material of her shirt.