I have never been fond of public bathrooms. It scares me to even think about it. Whenever I really have to, and I mean REALLY have to, I'll use it. And I use the stalls, not the urinals. Having my privates out in the open for other men to see is quite a bit far fetched. It isn't my ego or my self-conscious. It's my opinion of keeping things to yourself and how things should be more privates. Unfortunately, today, this was an exception.
I got called in early. The store was running with customers hurrying to buy things they need to repair their homes after the last storm hit. To add the whip cream with a cherry to the top of the sundae, we were shorthanded. So not only was it busy, but it was really stressful. And when I get stressful, I need to potty. I'm not sure if this is a healthy condition or if it is an absurd condition, but either way, I had to pee.
The clock came around for me to go on my half hour lunch. Rather than peeing first, I decided to hold it in and eat first. After getting full, I went to the bathroom.
I entered the stall, and did my business. I walked out of the stall when I heard the oily door hinges squeak. In came a young, pudgy fellow. He must have been around my age, with a stubble on his cheek. He wasn't so bad looking, but I knew he was definitely not my type. I ignored him and put my hands under the sink to wash them. I looked in the mirror to notice any food crumbs stuck in my teeth or around my lips. That's when I saw him again. The pudgy fellow. He stood next to me. Then he unzipped his pants and whipped out his penis.
I was in a state of shock. This was random. Definitely not my typical trip to a public restroom! I'm usually in and then out. Never have I even glanced against one's privates. As I said earlier, it should be more private than anything! But no...he stood there, holding it. I blinked. What was this idiot doing!? I looked at him. He didn't smile or frown. He looked quite bored, actually. Was this actually turning him on? Was this some kind of fetish that he has had? What the hell was going on? I didn't know what to do or think!
I turned around, grabbed a paper towel and walked out. Drying my hands with the paper towels, I began to chuckle. Though he did have a nice willy, large & clean, he was still extremely unattractive to flash me.
What a wonderful bathroom trip that turned out to be...not!
