The Restroom for Females
It's definitely the architects' fault for only having two stalls in the women's restroom of a crowded nightclub. And a few alcoholic drinks couldn't have helped matters either, especially for Lucy and me. We both had to use the bathroom during a musical performance's intermission. While the men's bathroom had no lines and was catering to their needs effectively, the women's bathroom had a lengthy queue. Our boyfriends were already waiting at our table, so we had a tough decision to make.
"This is so unfair," Lucy complained. "We'll never make it back to our table in time. Let's just use the men's room."
"That's not possible," I replied, thinking it wasn't an option.
"You still live in the past, Molly. Liberalization took place in the '60s. Come on, follow me," she urged, leading me to the men's room.
I found myself being tugged through the door; it was filled with men who clearly weren't pleased to see us. There were also two stalls, only one of them available. Lucy and I raced in there,Launched into the unoccupied stall, made use of the toilet, and then left for the urinal area. It was full of men easing themselves in front of a common urinal, basically a wall with a drain.
"It's time to go," I suggested.
"Hold on," Lucy advised. "This might not be an everyday experience."
I was taken aback, because the sight of half a dozen penises was uncommon for me. Though, after witnessing the one visually-awarding duet, I found that my judgment of male anatomy had become more informed by the minute. The room was soon nearly empty, as the crowd reclaimed their seats. One confident-looking man approached the remaining urinal.
"We need to take off," I told Lucy.
"One last look," she countered.
The man positioned himself at the urinal and stared at us warily. With only three people in the room left, he attempted to pee. However, with his entire anatomy erect, he was unable to go.
"We need to leave," I urged.
"No, I want to see what happens," Lucy replied.
As he waited with a visible dilemma, Lucy suggested he enter the stall behind him. She unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bust, leaving her unsupported. To my surprise, our new acquaintance reached out and rubbed her breast, while his eyes widened as he began to understand her plan.
"Molly, can you hand me some toilet paper?" Lucy asked.
I quickly picked up a handful of paper and passed it to her.
"I can't wait much longer," she said.
I watched as their erotic scene continued, with Lucy lovingly stimulating the man while he breathed heavily, clearly anticipating his climax.
"Molly, be ready to catch it," Lucy said, urging me to prepare for an imminent ejaculation.
To my astonishment, the man groaned and began to ejaculate. Lucy caught the spill with the toilet paper.
"You'll be fine now," she said, offering him a small smile and walking away.
"Where's your paper?" I asked, washing my hands while the other man resumed his bathroom break.
"I'll use it later," she told me.
We quickly left the men's quarters before our stunned boyfriends questioned our prolonged absence. We didn't share the details of our experience with them.
The takeaway: Don't risk withholding visits to the restroom until intermission.
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