The eighteen-year-old blonde stops her car in the parking lot next to the gas station, hastily gets out of the car, and runs toward the building.
‘I can’t piss myself on the way to a job interview,’ she thought. ‘Though some of my old high school classmates would love to see me humiliated like that, I’m sure. Fucking bitches.’ She enters the gas station and goes to the counter, almost hopping from foot to foot. The teen needs to pee so badly.
“Excuse me, can I use the restroom, please?” Ella asks the Indian cashier.
But she doesn’t stop or wait for the cashier’s reply. The girl doesn’t even look at him. She just storms into the aisles of shelves and searches for the toilet sign.
Then the cashier said in a stern voice, “The restroom is for customers only.”
Ella stops, turns around, and stares at the brown-skinned man behind the desk wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a hurry if you know what I mean. I’ll buy something after, but please, just let me go,” she said with a desperate grin. “I just need to pee really bad.”
The man points in a direction where the toilet sign is hanging and sighs. The girl doesn’t hesitate. She hastily goes to the entrance and grabs the handle in the door with a figure in a skirt. It’s locked. She turns back to the Indian cashier, who rolls his eyes at her.
“The ladies’ bathroom is out of order,” he shouts across the room.
“Oh, crap. What do I do now?”
Ella stares at him intensely, moving her hips like one does when urination is badly needed. The teen knows she won’t be able to hold it long enough to find another alternative. The cashier, however, just shakes his head and goes back to doing the crossword.
‘The ladies restroom is out of order, so the men’s it is,’ the blonde thought while opening the other door with a figure of a male on it. There’s a man in the room facing the wall with the porcelain urinals, doing his business. The sound makes her urge even worse. ‘Just run for the stall before he sees you,’ she thought.
There are two stalls—a bigger one for disabled men in the corner and the other, a regular-sized cubicle adjacent to it. The bigger one’s door is open, and it appears clean, so Ella rushes into it, closes the door, and locks it.
While sitting on the bowl, relieving herself, her senses and reason come back slowly. Ella’s car is wrongly parked. If a police officer drives by, she’s sure she’d get a ticket. The next thing the girl realizes is how rude she was to the cashier. ‘Shit, I need to apologize once I’ve peed. I didn’t have to be so rude,’ she thought while trying to recall his facial features. She remembers the cashier as a skinny late thirties Indian man with dark hair and a sly grin on his face.
Returning to the situation in her thoughts, Ella remembers another man in the store inconspicuously going through some girlie magazines. She didn’t see much of him but recalls a red MAGA cap, gray hair, and jeans, appearing in his late fifties. The teen thinks she caught his eye. Ella is five foot four, has long blonde hair, A-cup breasts, and has big blue eyes behind geeky glasses. She looks like a nerdy young girl, certainly not her age of eighteen. She was on her way to see if she could get a supermarket job in the city. Despite her nerdy looks, Ella doesn’t have the brains to match. That’s why she needs a job badly now she’s graduated high school.
She’s wearing a pink clingy tank top that accentuates all the good curves she has and a pleated skirt with white with flower ornaments on it. It’s about half the length of her thighs, so it isn’t a miniskirt, but it reveals a lot of her legs—especially when she turns around. Ella likes the danger. Under the skirt is her secret weapon—a thong/G-string. Just a plain pink fabric, but so comfortable. It makes a great compromise between comfy and provocative. She wonders if she might have turned a bit too quick, and the MAGA guy saw a bit more than she wanted to show. ‘Well, whatever,’ Ella thought and smiled a little.
The last man in the building is the man pissing at the urinal. When the girl thought about him, she thinks he knows she’s in the stall. Maybe not because of her rushed entrance, or her heels clapping on the tiles. But what gave Ella up was the loud sigh of relief as she let go of her pee into the toilet bowl. She sounded like a girl doing that. The teen’s face flushes, and she tries to listen to know if the man at the urinal had left already or if he was still in the room. Ella can’t hear much, so she decides not to think about it.
It’s quite a nice cubicle, to be true. The floor is spotlessly clean, the toilet is too, and there are only a few writings on the walls of the stall. However, when Ella reaches for the toilet paper, she finds her hand goes through the plywood wall. She gazes around.
“What the fuck?” she said when she stared at where the toilet paper should be.
There’s nothing. Not even the toilet paper holder. Just a big hole. The toilet paper dispenser is lying in the corner of the stall busted. The paper on it is wet and useless. It appears that some man has pissed on the toilet paper. On the dispenser is a piece of plywood that broke off the wall with it.
‘Oh, fuck me,’ Ella thought, screwing up her pretty face. ‘Men are so gross. My tissues are in the car too. Now I’ll have to tip-toe to the other cubicle when that man leaves.’
The teen finishes what she needs to do and starts thinking about the guy at the urinal again. The last thing she wants is to meet some strange truck driver in the men’s bathroom at the gas station somewhere in the middle of the city with her panties around her ankles, trying to change cubical. She peeks through the hole between stall and door to see the urinals opposite. She can see two of them, but the one Ella needs to see is out of sight.
‘Do I risk it? Or do I wait,’ she wonders?
The girl might’ve thought about it longer than necessary because she suddenly hears the door that connects the toilet to the store open and close.
‘He left,’ she thought and smiled. Then she flushes the toilet. The teen’s almost unlocking the door when she hears another noise. It’s coming from the next stall. ‘Fuck. Now I’m stuck here.’ Ella puts the lid on the toilet and sits on it, deciding she’ll wait for the man next door to leave. The man locks the door, but Ella can’t hear him sitting on the toilet. Instead, she can hear the lid closing and something smacking on it. The girl becomes curious, so she peeks through the hole.
On the toilet lid is a magazine with some half-naked women on it in a provocative pose. Ella can hear the man unbuckling his belt and letting his jeans slide down his legs. ‘Is he gonna jerk off? Oh shit. It’s just not my day. What do I do now,’ Ella wonders? She moves back from the hole in disgust. ‘Men are gross.’ The girl can hear the rustle of him sliding down his underwear. She tries to lean as far from the wall with the hole as she can.
‘What if he sees me,’ Ella wonders? The teen feels horrified. ‘This is just fucked up. Men are so gross.’
Ella waits for a while, but the repeating sound of masturbation is just impossible to ignore. When the girl decides he probably can’t see her, she sits back on the toilet. The teen tries to look the other way, but something within her forces her to the broken wall. Ella can see some movement through the hole in her peripheral vision, but she tries her best not to focus on it.
‘Why would anyone wanna jerk off in a smelly gas station bathroom,’ she wonders again? ‘Do it in the privacy of your bedroom at home, for fuck’s sake.’
Thinking about it, she wonders how long it was since the last time she had some private time alone. Ella hasn’t even thought about it for at least a month. Her life has been too busy to worry about it. The last cock she saw was in high school, and she finished there six months ago. As the blonde teen thought about this, she decided the moving thing in her peripheral vision was probably swinging balls. Ella can’t contain herself and peeks at the hole. ‘Shit. It’s what I thought exactly.’
Now it’s impossible to ignore it. Ella tries her best not to stare, but her eyes keep creeping back to the hole. After a while of trying not to stare, she finds she’s shifted her body so she can see everything. The man is holding his cock in his right hand while frequently changing pages with the other. His cock seems average-sized, around six and a half inches, but very straight and smooth. The helmet-shaped head is red and wet, and the shaft is pink. He’s stroking it slowly and steadily. The stranger’s hairy balls are swaying to the front and back. The movement kind of hypnotizes Ella.
As she watches the man stroke his big cock, Ella slips her hand under her skirt and starts to rub herself. The man in the next stall stops jerking off and sighs. She sees his pubic hairs trimmed and neat, and his balls hang low and wrinkly. The stranger’s pubic hair is blonde, and she wonders if it’s the old MAGA guy from the store. Suddenly, a long stream of saliva drops onto the shaft of the turgid cock, and then the jerking off begins again in earnest
Ella finds this confusingly gross and sexy. She grabs her phone from her bag and starts to record the spectacle, and then pulls her skirt up so she can keep rubbing her pussy. The girl feels a little naughty and dirty for doing it, but from the quickening strokes of the luscious cock Ella doesn’t think this guy will last much longer. She figures the video might give her something she can use to rub out her orgasm in the smelly toilet after he leaves.
The teen rubs inside her inner thighs and over her panty crotch. She holds herself back from sliding her fingers into her vagina or directly rubbing her clit. But the teen cannot hold herself back for long, and she soon slides her fingers under her G-string thong and touches her clit. The touch sends small jolts of pleasure through her young body. It proves too much, and Ella then slides two fingers into her wet cunt. It makes a squishy sound, but she isn’t worried the man will hear since he’s concentrating more on his own thing.
As her heat grows, Ella loses all sense of where she is and what she’s doing. The girl can feel her pussy burning with sensual pleasure. It’s been too long since she allowed herself to masturbate. The feeling is building. The tension in her belly is tightening as an orgasm approaches. Her hand is soaking with her pussy juices now.
Suddenly, Ella’s phone slips out of her other hand and falls to the floor with a clatter. With wide eyes, she watches it slide across the floor and under the gap in the wall into the stall next door.
The man in the next stall stops jerking off as the phone hits his foot. He yells, “Oh hey, you dropped your phone.”
Before Ella can reach for it, he picks it up. ‘Oh fuck, I’m screwed if he looks at the screen,’ she thought.
The man next door suddenly growls. “What the fuck? Are you filming me?”
Ella can hear her heart pounding, and she feels her stomach roil. ‘I’m so screwed. I’m so screwed,’ she keeps thinking. Deciding she can’t stay silent any longer. The girl clears her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a hushed voice. “Can I have my phone back?”
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