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Understall

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At first, I thought he was a dead body, but then I heard a little grunt…

“Uh!” I bent down, to look under the wall, for the toilet stall, and sure enough, he had his pants open. It looked like his balls caught in his zipper, and then I saw his shoulders under the next stall over. “Uh!” Heard another grunt of pleasure, and saw the pleated skirt draped over his head.

That’s when I realized this must be a sex thing, even though his balls sticking out his zipper should have given that away, but I was so shocked that there was a man in the girl’s room, I didn’t even know what to think at first.

It was just so weird, and unexpected, but then I saw that he wasn’t touching it, at all. Which is even weirder, and even more unexpected, because why would he do that, and not play with himself? Is it even hard?

I had to sneak around the corner, to look under the door, and yup. It sure looks hard, but now I can hear wet slurping noises, echoing in the handicap stall. They’re pretty quiet, but even her soft grunts are a little louder, and I think if I reach under the door.

“Huh?” He reached up, and pulled the skirt out of the way to look over. When I touched it. “No, don’t stop.” She scooted her butt around, until he dropped her skirt, but before that he smiled, and he’s got a harelip?

I think that’s what it’s called, like Joaquin Phoenix? He tried to cover it up with his mustache, but I definitely saw the scar, and a little jagged tooth turned sideways, which made me wonder what that must feel like, sitting on it.

“Huh, yeah. That feels nice, just keep licking right there, uh!” She punctuated that with a another little grunt, but now that I touched it. It’s so hard, and warm, and slippery? I didn’t realize that, the skin slips around on it, even though it’s dry, so that makes it easier to pump it back, and forth in my fingers.

“Hhuhuhuhuh!” Now, her breath is fluttering, and I have to wonder how old he is, too. Doesn’t that tickle down there? And is she old enough to be hairy there, or does she shave it, and what kinds of couples sneak into the girl’s bathroom to do it like this, and only a million questions running through.

“Oh, I think yeah. I’m gonna cum I’mgonnacum uh I’m cumming, I’M CUMMING!”

“Uh!” I stopped when it twitched, and bulged on top? Then, another bulge ran right up this little tube in the top? Oh, my god, is that his cum. Tube? Seminal vessicle, I think. But sure enough, when I felt up to the fat head, that was softer then I expected too, but I got some wet and sticky on my fingers.

“UH UH UH UH HUH!” She shivered. “Whew! That’s amazing!” I sniffed it, and crawled back on my butt. I can’t believe that I just did something so dirty, but also that anybody did anything like that. At all, ever, and didn’t they think once that somebody might come in, and catch him in the girl’s room, with his dick out?

Kunk! The stall door opened, but I was already curled up in the corner, hugging my knees. I looked up, but when she saw me, she just scoffed, and rolled her eyes. Shaking her head, she ran right for the door, and even hit my toes. She was in such a hurry that she didn’t even flush, or wash her hands, or anything?

My fingers were shaking, and of course still wet with his. Spunk? Cum, jizm, semen. I’m trying to think of a word, that’s even nearly as dirty, and sexy as sitting here on the bathroom floor, looking at it on my fingers, and realizing that I just touched a man. Stroked him off, and caught him on the floor, with a little girl.

Well, I don’t know, she could have been older than me, and just flat chested, but she wasn’t any teenager, and him neither.

“Um.” I looked over at his boots, either sitting up on the toilet, or standing right in front of it. “You’re still there?”

“Uh huh, you come in to take a piss?”

“Oh,” I forgot, completely. No, it was windy, and I was just going to check my hair, and when I touched it, my fingers were still sticky.

“A shit, huh. You want your nasty little cunt licked, don’t you? You sick little nympho. You like my dick?”

I just shook my head, and got up. “Ow!” I hit my shoulder on the sink. “NO! Your sick, you’re the dirty sick. Man!” I just slammed the door, and ran. Covering up my face, and crying.

“Oh,” the other girl grabbed me.

“No! Let me go!”

She just held me, until I stopped trying to push her away.

“Huh! Finally. I’d like to report a child molester? Yeah, in the girl’s room, at the Walmart. No, the big one, with the groceries? Uh huh, yeah. He’s still in there alone. I’m just hanging out to make sure no other girls go in there.” She patted my shoulder, and rubbed my back. “Tell them to hurry up, but they got cameras.”

“Tell them he’s got a harelip, or a scar on his lip, like Huakeen Phoenix.”

“Is it Yoakum, or Huackeen?”

“He says it Huakeen.” I sat up, and wiped my eyes. “Thanks, um. You probably have to stay on the line, huh?”

“Well, they put me on hold again.” She rolled her eyes.

“So, um. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you do that with him?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, he had such a dirty mouth, so I thought if he’s got such a potty mouth, I. Well I, pissed in his mouth.”

“Ew, gross, and he.”

“He loved it, and he begged for more, but.” She shook her head. “I don’t even like boys, let alone creepy old men, but god. I can’t believe he could do that, so well.”

“I touched him. I mean, I touched. It.”

She made a face.

“Wait, when you say that, you don’t like boys, you mean.”

“I like girls.”

“Oh,” I looked down, but she didn’t let go, or stop rubbing my back. I shrugged, “I guess, that’s okay?”

“Huh! I just never imagined my first time would be like that, or anything like that. Oh!” She put her phone down, and hid it when he came out, but he had his head down. A hat on, and a mask over his face.

She hugged me tighter, and I looked down, but I started crying again, when I saw his feet. His boots, I don’t know why those terrified me so much, as opposed to anything else.

“It’s weird.” I sniffed and wiped my nose. “How could you expect anything that freaky to ever happen, in a million years?”

“Yeah, you’re right, he’s a weirdo freak.”

“Huh, yeah.” I guess that made me feel a little better, about what I did. “Um, I think I am too.”

“Gay?”

“Oh, no. I mean, well, I don’t know about that.”

“How old are you? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“10?”

“Well, if you don’t know by the time you turn ten, you’re probably not gay.”

“Oh, how old were.”

“Oh, hang on a sec.” She picked up her phone. “Sorry, what?” She shook her head. “Oh, no, he left. He put on a sky blue ballcap, and a Covid mask, but he’s wearing bluejeans, and a black shirt, without any logo on it. Uh huh?” She nodded, “A teeshirt, like a metal shirt, only without a metal band logo on it, or anything.”

“Black boots, like army boots.”

“Black boots.”

“Brown laces, though.”

“With brown laces. Yeah, tell the cops don’t bother hurrying. It’s too late, he’s already gotten away.”

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