She's been standing outside of the bar for a while now, it's a little chilly, so she's glad she chose jeans and a hoodie. She's supposed to be meeting her girlfriend and friends at the gay club just down the street, but after her last experience in this bar, she decided to try it again without the pressure of rushing through it to get back to her girlfriend outside, she told her girlfriend she was working late and would meet up with them soon.
The wind kept blowing her blonde hair into her face, so she decided to bite the bullet and walk through the door. It was warmer inside, but she didn't take off her hoody yet. She saw some guys turning to look at her, which isn't unusual. She doesn't really care about the attention, it isn't a turn on for her to be hit on by guys or anything, that's why this is so weird that she's back in the bar.
She decided to try and not look so obvious that she was there on a mission and ordered a drink from the bartender, a vodka red bull, something to keep her up late. She sipped at it, and avoided the gaze of the men who were trying to make eye contact so they'd know whether to approach her or not. She only spent about five minutes sitting there before she casually wandered to the bathroom.
All of the stalls in the bathroom were empty, but she only had one in her sights, the furthest away. She walked in and locked it behind her, then pulled off her hoodie, since it was still as warm in the bathroom, she figured she didn't need it. It left her in a low cut V neck shirt, showed off her well sized chest. She's a D cup but didn't think they were as big as people tried to tell her.
She dropped her hoodie on the floor below the hole, because she remembers how much her knees hurt the last time she was down there. Then she waited. And waited some more. She ended up sitting on the toilet and watching through the hole, sighing every minute or two until she heard noises. She perked up, and waited, but no one went into the stall that she needed them in. She wondered how she was supposed to get the attention of someone in the other bathroom, or how these things are even meant to work, was she supposed to just wait?
It took ages for a man to walk into the stall, and then she leaned forward to look through the hole, saw that he was peeing and leaned back again. She didn't really want to suck a penis after he just used it to pee, but desperate times. She tapped on the wall a few times to try and get his attention.
"Hello?" He asked. Not quite what she wanted him to do.
She didn't know whether she should answer him or not, so she said "Hi" and waited.
He seemed to be quiet for a few moments, but eventually she heard him ask, "Are you waiting for me?"
"Um." She started, now that she was actually talking to him, it felt a little too personal, but she still had that heat starting to burn hotter between her legs regardless. "Maybe." She finished, and just a moment later, she saw his flaccid penis coming toward the hole and pushing through it.
