Girl In Mens Restroom Ch 01

"Shit, finally. I thought I'm gonna piss myself!"

I Thought, when I finally saw a gas station sign on the side of the road.

*Soon to be star wetted herself on the road to a gig.*

"That would not make a good headliner. There is many people who would love to see me humiliated like this, I am sure. But I don't think it would get me the right kind of popularity."

I thought to myself while stopping my car in the parking spot next to the gas station. I hastily got out of the car and ran towards the building.

"Excuse me, can I use the restroom please?"

I didn't stop or wait for cashier's reply. I didn't even look at him really. I just stormed in and searched for the Toilet sign.

"Restroom is for customers only." Replied a firm, annoyed voice.

I stopped, turned around and looked at the man behind the desk.

"I am sorry, but I am in a bit of a hurry, if you know what I mean. I will buy something afterwards, but please, just let me go." My face in a desperate grin.

"I promise I just need to pee really bad."

The man just pointed in a direction where the WC sign was hanging and sighted.

I didn't hesitate. I hastily walked to through the regals and grabbed the handle in the door with a figure in a skirt.

"Ladies are out of order!" shouted the annoyed voice across the room.

"Shit! And what do I do now?" I looked at him in despair. I will not be able to hold it to another gas station. The man however just shook his head and went back to doing crosswords on his desk.

"Ladie's restroom is out of order, Men's it is." I thought to myself while opening the other door with a figure of a man on it.

There was a man in the room. He was facing the wall with urinals, doing his business. The sound made my urge even worse.

"Just run for the stall!" I said to myself.

There were two stalls. One bigger at in the corner and a another one, smaller one, adjacent to it. The bigger one was probably for disabled, but the door was open, and it looked clean, so I rushed into it, closed the door and locked.

*****

Hi, my name is Polly. When I was little, I dreamed about being a famous singer. I took singing classes and I became pretty good. Then, however, my education became more important. I finished high school and went to university. It never really fulfilled me. My grades were fine, and I liked it. But it just didn't feel like I am achieving something.

After I won a meaningless singing competition in the campus, I realized how much I missed singing. I enrolled into another competition. I didn't win, but someone noticed me. I was offered a recording of a song and it made into the radio.

I left school and started concentrating on singing. After a while I managed to become quite famous in my country. I was still just a singing girl with her guitar, but hell! It made me feel like I can still achieve something.

Right now, I was in a quite good spot. Two of my songs were played on the radio and I was on a tour across the country.

I loved it at first, but now, at the end of the tour I realised how lonely life it is. Even though I meet some fans at the gig, I spend most of my time alone in the car driving from one village to another. I didn't see my family for more three months, and I couldn't even think about getting a boyfriend.

It would be pointless, since I would be able to see him once or twice per month at most, since I would be on the way for a small gig somewhere on the other side of the country.

I was a lonely wolf, trying to make my childish dream come true. But at least it felt like I'm doing the right thing.

*****

While sitting on the bowl, relieving myself, my senses and reason came back to me slowly. My car is parked wrong. If there was an officer to drive by, I am sure I would get a ticket. Next thing I realized was how rude I was to the cashier.

"Shit, I need to apologise afterwards. I didn't have to be so rash." I said to myself trying to recall what he looked like.

Well build, thirty-something year old man with dark curly hair and a sly grin on his face. Not my type, but definitely a looker.

Returning to the situation in my thoughts I realised there was another man in the room. He was inconspicuously going through some magazines in the regal.

I didn't see much of him, but I recalled a cap, longer blondish hair and jeans. He could be 25 or so.

I think I caught his eye. With my 5.4ft figure, long, brown hair and green big eyes behind geeky glasses, I look like a bookworm prototype. My manager said he likes that look, and that it sends a good message for kids. I never really felt like a bookworm, however. And so I made sure to dress up to it.

I wore a grey clingy tank top, that accentuated all the good curves on me, and a plated skirt. White with flower ornaments on it. It was about to the half of my thighs, so it wasn't a miniskirt, but it revealed a lot of my legs. Especially when I turned around. I liked the danger.

Under the skirt was my secret weapon. It was a Calvin Klein thong. Just plain grey fabric, but so comfortable. It made the great compromise between comfy and provocative.

I guess I might have turned a bit too quick and the blond guy might have seen a bit more than I wanted to show. Well, whatever. I smiled a little.

The last man in the building was the man on the toilet. When I thought about him I realised he has to know I'm here. Maybe not because of my rushed entrance, or my heels clapping on the tiles. But what definitely gave me up was the loud sigh of relief I just realised was still coming out of my mouth.

I reddened and shut up. Tried to listen if he left already, or if is he still in the room. I couldn't hear much, so I decided not to think about it.

I looked around. It was quite a nice cubicle to be true. The floor was clean spotless, the toilet looked clean too and there was only a few writings on the walls of the stall.

When I reached for a toilet paper, however, I found myself with my hand through the plywood wall.

"Shit." Came out of my mouth when I looked at where the paper should be. There was nothing. Not even the paper holder. Just a hole. The holder was broken off the wall and lying on the corner. The paper on it was wet and useless. On the holder was the piece of plywood, that had broken off the wall with the holder.

"Great. And my tissues are in the car. Now I will have to tip-toe to the other cubicle when the air is clear."

I finished what I needed to do and started thinking about the guy at the urinals again. The last thing I wanted was to meet some stranger truck driver in men's bathroom at the gas station somewhere in the middle of nowhere with my panties around my ankles trying to change cubical. No thank you.

I peeked through the hole between stalls if I wouldn't be able to see the urinals. The door was half open and I could see two of them, but the one I needed to see was out of my sight.

"Do I risk it? Or do I wait?"

I might have thought about it for longer than was necessary. I heard the door open and close.

"Aaaaand he left." I smiled to myself and flushed the toilet.

***

I was almost unlocking the door when I heard another noise. It was coming from the next stall. Fuck me. Now I am stuck here. I put the lid on the toilet and sat myself on it decided I will wait for him to leave.

The man locked the door, but I couldn't hear him sitting on the toilet. Instead I could hear the lid closing and something smacking on it. I became curious, so I looked through the hole.

On the closed toilet was a magazine with some half naked women on it in a provocative pose. I could hear the man unbuckling his belt and letting his jeans slide off his legs.

"Is he... going to... masturbate? Oh shit. This is definitely not my day. Fuck me." Went through my head as I repulsed from the hole in disgust.

I could hear him sliding off his underwear. I tried to lean as far from the wall with a hole as I could.

"What if he sees me? This is just... ugh..."

I waited for a while, but the repeating sound of masturbation was just impossible to ignore. When I realised he probably can't see me, I sat back on the toilet. I tried to look the other way, but something within me was forcing my sight to the broken wall. I could see some movement through the hole in peripheral, but I tried my best not to focus on it.

"Why would anyone masturbate on a gas station for god's sake?" I thought to myself" If I needed to, I would probably hire a room, or stopped my car in the woods or something..."

Thinking about this I realized how long it is since the last time I had some private time. I didn't even think about it for at least a month. I was still on the move, unable to take a break or relax. I had no time for any kind of dirty thinking, let alone some me-time.

And the last time I saw a real penis was at school I believe. There was no man in my life since.

As I thought about this I realised that the moving thing in my peripheral vision are probably swinging balls. I couldn't contain myself and looked. Shit. It was exactly what I thought.

Now it was absolutely impossible to ignore it. I tried my best, but my eyes kept creeping through the hole. After a while of me not looking, I realised I am doing everything, but not looking. I realised I shifted myself so that I could see the whole scene.

The man was holding his member in his right hand, while frequently changing pages with the other. His dick seemed average sized, but very nice and straight. He was stroking it slowly and steadily. His balls were swaying to the front and back. The movement kind of hypnotised me.

Before I could stop myself I realised my hand is under my skirt, massaging myself.

The man sighted and his hand stopped moving. I now realised it has to be the man that was at the magazines. His pubes were trimmed, but it had the same blondish colour.

I realized why he stopped right after. A long stream of saliva ended on the tip of the shaft. He then rubbed it on the whole length of the dick before returning to its original repeating movement.

That was disgusting. And for some reason very hot. One of my hand pulled my skirt to the side while the other pulled my handbag. I slowly and silently took my phone out of it and started recording. I felt so dirty doing it, but from the accelerating pace I could guess he wasn't going to endure much longer, and I wanted to have something to finish off to now, when I started.

My left hand was holding the phone, while the other crept back under my skirt.

I slowly rode up and down my inner thighs, trying to hold myself from diving right into it. The second time however, my finger brushed over my outer labia and from that moment I stopped controlling myself. My finger slid right up to my clitoral hood. I messed with it for a moment before I slid two fingers right into my wet, wanting pussy. It made a squishy sound, but I wasn't worried the man would hear, since he was pretty caught in his own doing.

I got lost in the situation. I could feel my pussy burning from the attention it so long craved for. My heartbeat quickened and my breath was deep. I could feel myself getting to the edge.

And my hand became sloppy. The phone slipped out of my hand and fell right under the stall door.

***

"Oh hey dude. You dropped someth..."

Shit, shit. It went right under his foot. Before I could reach for it, he picked it up. What if he looks? What if he finds out I....

"What the fuck? Are you sick man? You were filming me?"

I am so screwed. Shit. What do I do now?

"I am so sorry..." I tweeted. "I just..."

"Wait a minute. Are you some child or a girl? Your voice doesn't sound like a guy..."

"No, I am not a man. Ladie's restroom is out of order so I had to go in here." I was scared. What if he finds out who I am? What if he tells someone? That would be a proper scandal.

"And why were you filming me huh?" Sounded the sound on the other of the wall. "Are you some kind of a sick psycho who sneaks to restrooms and records people in there?"

"No! No... I just... I saw what you were doing there and... I just stopped thinking... Could I get my phone back please?

"Oh..." That was the first time the voice on the other sound stopped being angry and became softer. "So, you saw me... ehm... And you just... Well, I can imagine it being worth a shot." The man laughed.

"Yeah, right." I laughed as well. "So, can I get my phone back? Please. Pretty please." I attempted to use my best baby doll voice. It had gotten me from worse situations before.

"Well, I believe we can figure something out. Something... mutually beneficial so to say."

I was a bit confused what is on his mind, but he made it very clear in the next moment. His penis had slowly appeared in my cubicle, as he inserted it through the hole.

"Come on baby girl, don't be shy. I know you want it."

I repulsed from the wall, my eyes fixated on the intruder to my stall. "I.... I don't..."

"If you want your phone, you know what you need to do. I'm sure you will like it as much as I will." His voice cooed from the other cubicle.

No way. I am not doing this. I was masturbating in the toilet of a gas station for Christ sake. This is where I draw the line. No. No!

"Well, if you don't want your phone, I can keep it. I am sure there will be some... Interesting photos in there." He said as his dick started to go back to his cubicle.

I was calm at first. There were no lewds or naked selfies. Maybe some pictures in underwear, but I don't care. But then it hit me. Shit! Every photo with my face is much more valuable than any picture of my naked parts. If he looks at those pictures, he knows who I am. And I am in a big trouble. Shit. My career doesn't end on this. I said to myself, as I grabbed for the shaft.

I caught it at the last moment. When he felt my fingers on him, he immediately pushed his dick all the way in. The hole was big enough for him to fit in even with his balls, so I could see all of its length. And I could feel it in my hand. It twitched a little by the touch and started to get the rigidness it had lost while we were talking.

"Changed your mind baby doll?" He laughed. "Must be some pretty nice material in here..."

"Don't you dare." I said as I watched the shaft getting bigger in the palm of my hand. It wasn't average sized at all. The change of perspective did a lot. I realized it is bigger than any dick I have ever saw. It just needed to be in my small hand to get the right sense of scale.

"If you want your phone back, you need to do more than just holding it in your hand, you know that, right?"

"I... I know, I just..." I couldn't stop watching it. I never had a penis in my hand I could watch this closely. I just stood there, next to the wall, stranger's penis in my hand... Watching it closely. The pulsating veins. The rolled foreskin, the purple head. The little hole on the top.

"You have a really nice voice you know that?"

That compliment broke me out of my trans. Shit. He saw me before. What if he recalls my face? What if he connects my voice to the voice from the radio?

"Thank you" I tweeted silently.

I closed my hand around the girth of it and started stroking. Slowly.

It responded to the movement immediately. I stroked it and watched it twitch in my hand.

After a while, I could hear the man moan silently. I was achieving my goal. Each stroke made me closer to my phone. At this point, however, the phone wasn't on my mind. The dick in my hand made my pussy completely damp. I felt so dirty, but at the same time not at all. On one side it was some stranger's penis in my hand. On the other side, if everything goes right, he will never know who I was. And that made the situation hot. It also made the penis not so different, from any dick shaped dildo stuck to a wall.

"It is a bit dry don't you think?" He said silently.

"And what should I..." I didn't finish the sentence. I realized what he wanted.

It felt so inappropriate. I lowered my head a little and let out a stream of saliva out of my mouth. He twitched a little as the drop hit the pink head of his penis. It continued its way around the cock, so I caught it in my palm and smeared it on the shaft. He twitched.

"That is better. Continue" He demanded, and so I did.

I wanted primarily to get my phone back, but my body started to demand attention. The dick in the wall made me very hot. My hand slipped down under my skirt and slightly brushed over my pussy. And my pussy responded. It sent a shiver down my spine. A strong and pleasant shimmer. I continued brushing over it, but something felt wrong.

I didn't know who I am masturbating too. I felt like the penis itself wasn't enough. I realized I want to have a better look. I want to see a bit more of the man. I kneeled and looked through the hole, while trying to maintain the movement of my hand, so he doesn't notice. I could see some blondish pubes, and balls. Fuck it. I said to myself, as I grabbed for the balls.

The man didn't expect it and stepped back a little. That allowed me to see his chiselled chest and pecks. He probably took his shirt off already.

There was also one more effect this had. His penis was now right in front of my mouth. I could smell him. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I even doing this? I wanted to get back, but I couldn't get myself to do it.

"I can feel your breath baby doll. I know what you are considering. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." The man whispered. "And it will be way quicker, I promise."

That bastard. Fuck. No, I am not doing that.

I never really got much into blowjobs. It always felt so weird and sloppy. And I felt like I'm not any good in that. Now, however, when there was nobody watching me, I became attracted to the idea of tasting it. It would be a great opportunity to practice it, right? No! I'm not doing that. I have my dignity!

But my body thought otherwise. I felt so perverse as my mouth slowly opened. I would never even consider it usually, but now, as the dick was so close... I just couldn't resist.

Just one lick! I said to myself.

One of my hands held the dick tight, as I kissed the tip. It tasted so different to my previous blowjobs. So much... better.

I kissed it another time, before I let its head to part my lips.

The head of the penis slowly slid into my mouth. I held it there for a moment. It was so strange. And so hot. As the penis rested in my mouth, I couldn't help it I started masturbating again.

"Oh yeah dolly, I knew you were up to it."

I knew the dolly was just a pet diminutive for baby doll, but it was so close to my name, Polly, that I couldn't hold myself anymore. There was something so hot about being so close to getting caught and ridiculed, I couldn't fight it.

"Just please, tell me when you are about to cum..."

I whispered before I swallowed as much as I could of the penis. Then I released it out of my mouth and licked the whole length. I started working it as best as I could. One hand on the shaft, holding it in the right position for me to suck on it, the other buried deep in my dripping pussy.

Then I let go of the penis and tried to fondle his balls instead. He obviously liked it, since he grunted in pleasure. But at one moment he thrusted his cock deeper in my mouth when I didn't expect it. It reached the back of my throat and I coughed.

That motherfucker. I said to myself. But instead of getting angry, I just became more competitive about it. I took his dick in both of my hands and started stroking all of its length, while holding his head in my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.

After a while I could hear him grunting. I was getting close. But that made me even hornier. I needed something in me. I took one hand off him and sunk it deep inside me again.

"Are you masturbating?" He grunted in a breathy voice.