I couldn't face another long boring Saturday night by myself, nothing on the television and no one to talk to, I needed to get out. I had not been in a relationship for a good few years and didn't have much luck with the opposite sex. To be honest I was lonely and didn't have anyone who I could call a real friend but I didn't let that get me down and tried to enjoy what life I had.
Decision made, I had soon showered and shaved. I then took my time dressing, putting on my best clothes, finishing off with a good spray of expensive aftershave. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked quite good for man in my middle years.
I decided to head into town and satisfy my needs with a few drinks and eyeing up the women, you never know, it could be my lucky night, I might even meet someone I could get along with and get my first shag in two years.
I went to a few different bars, the sights were magnificent, peach shaped arses, long slim legs, sumptuous cleavages, bare flesh on display everywhere I looked, this was my idea heaven but no one showed the slightest bit of interest in me. Time was passing swiftly so I decided to try one last pub and then I would grab a takeaway and head home.
Entering the establishment, I moved to the bar and ordered my usual tipple of lager and then settled into a chair, again enjoying the view. I divulged in two more drinks but the time was getting late and the bar was starting to empty. "No chance of meeting anyone tonight, I may as well go home and satisfy myself with a whisky and a wank." I thought to myself.
I needed the toilet before I left or I would be bursting by the time I found a taxi and made my way home. I took the last swig of my lager and rose from my stool, to head for the toilets in the far back corner of the pub. As soon as I entered the smell hit me, the toilets were not very well kept and it looked as though someone had thrown up in the long metal trough. Looking around I decided to use one of the three cubicles. All three doors were closed over but I could see none were engaged, I don't know why but I picked the middle door and pushed it open. To my shock and surprise, a young woman was sat on the pot, her skirt was hitched up around her waist exposing her white stained panties.
The girl had a trail of what looked like sperm, trailing from the corner of her mouth, it had ran across her chin and dripped down onto her cleavage, running to the top of her low-cut dress. The girls long blonde hair had fallen over her face, I moved it. Shit it was Donna, a young woman who worked in the same company as I did.
I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just leave her there, she was helpless and would be vulnerable to anyone who came into the toilet. I shook Donna's shoulder, trying to wake her up but I had got no response. I shook her and called her name but she is like a rag doll. Finally I decide to make her stand up, maybe that will wake her. I bend pushing one of my arms under each of Donna's armpits, she is so light and I lift her easily, she groans and slightly opens her eyes. I manoeuvre her round so we move out of the cubicle, her co-ordination is not very good as she speaks.
"Are you taking me home." Donna slurs.
"Yes, yes but lets get you out of here first." I mumble.
Donna stumbles backwards and come to rest against the door frame, her skirt is still around her waist, I know I have to pull it down before we can leave through the pub. Donna's rocking slightly. I take the hem of her dress and try to pull it down, the dress is tight and it take an effort to get it to move and finally it started to lower. My hand brushes against the soft material of her panties and I realised my cock is rock hard, I would have loved to fuck this girl but it wouldn't be right with her in this condition.
Her dress was now down but it was so skimpy it hardly covered her perfect, tight little arse, I was amazed she had ever fit into it. Donna now seemed a little livelier, I still had an arm around her as we left the toilets, she rested her head on my shoulder, we probably looked as though we were together to other drinkers but I knew that a forty five years old wreck like me would never get the chance with an eighteen year old girl like Donna.
I quickly moved to the door and we were outside, the chill of the autumn air brought a shiver to my spine, I could see it had taken an effect on Donna as well, her nipples were now erect and poking out through her bra and the tight material of her black dress. Looking at her I almost came in my pants, this was the type of girl I had always wanted to fuck. I knew I had to get her home but I had no idea were she lived.