Just this evening, my wife and I were shopping with our two year old daughter, when we had to stop off at the restrooms. A lady had headed into the ladies room ahead of my wife, so she told me she'd wait, since there was only one stall in the women's facility. I headed into the mensroom, and unzipped in front of the urinal to do my business, when I took notice of pair of feet at the other side of the stall. Just some guy taking a shit, I had assumed, when I heard the sound of skin rapidly smacking skin pfft pfft pfft pfft.
I knew what the guy was doing, and if I had been younger, I might have been an asshole and kicked the door and told him to knock it off, or quit having so much fun in there. But instead, I just tried minding my own business while I emptied my bladder, even though I was feeling pretty uncomfortable right about then. I mean hey, even as a married man, I've been known to give myself a few yanks now and again, while my wife is without a doubt a chronic masturbator, but we take care of business in the privacy of our own home, fer crimmony sake! Then the thought occurred to me: what if he was some kind of exibitionist who got off on masturbating while someone was present. Or what if he was gay, and was jacking off gleefully, knowing another man was on the other side of the stall. I felt a sudden desire to finish up, and go, especially when I heard him gasping in orgasm. So, shaking off the last few drops, I zipped up and walked out the door quickly.
I asked my wife if she could wait for the next store, explaining about the guy in the stall choking the chicken, and how I just wanted to leave, being that I'd feel too uncomfortable facing the guy when he came out the door, if I was waiting for her using the ladies room. Being a good sport, my wife agreed, saying it was inappropriate to masturbate in a public place. I have no idea why I was the one who felt embarrassed; after all, I wasn't the one whacking off in a public place. Just the same, morbid fascination got the better of me, when from a distance, I looked back at the area of the restrooms, when I saw a tall guy with a long face looking to be in his early twenties walking away. I had no idea if this was the same guy in the bathroom stall, or just some shopper walking by. I just know I still feel more than a little creeped out.
I knew what the guy was doing, and if I had been younger, I might have been an asshole and kicked the door and told him to knock it off, or quit having so much fun in there. But instead, I just tried minding my own business while I emptied my bladder, even though I was feeling pretty uncomfortable right about then. I mean hey, even as a married man, I've been known to give myself a few yanks now and again, while my wife is without a doubt a chronic masturbator, but we take care of business in the privacy of our own home, fer crimmony sake! Then the thought occurred to me: what if he was some kind of exibitionist who got off on masturbating while someone was present. Or what if he was gay, and was jacking off gleefully, knowing another man was on the other side of the stall. I felt a sudden desire to finish up, and go, especially when I heard him gasping in orgasm. So, shaking off the last few drops, I zipped up and walked out the door quickly.
I asked my wife if she could wait for the next store, explaining about the guy in the stall choking the chicken, and how I just wanted to leave, being that I'd feel too uncomfortable facing the guy when he came out the door, if I was waiting for her using the ladies room. Being a good sport, my wife agreed, saying it was inappropriate to masturbate in a public place. I have no idea why I was the one who felt embarrassed; after all, I wasn't the one whacking off in a public place. Just the same, morbid fascination got the better of me, when from a distance, I looked back at the area of the restrooms, when I saw a tall guy with a long face looking to be in his early twenties walking away. I had no idea if this was the same guy in the bathroom stall, or just some shopper walking by. I just know I still feel more than a little creeped out.
