Thunder crashed again, the shower flooded even more. Anyway, I needed to wait out a thunderstorm in this toilet. I remember I wanted to pee. Squatting over a dark hole, spread her legs to the side and let the stream. And then in the next compartment I knocked on the door, someone entered there, squeaked heavily on the floor, and it became quiet again. You could only hear the rain threshing on the roof. Time passed, I squatted. I do not know why, but I sat. It seemed to me that a lot of time had passed, and in that department it was quiet. Strange, maybe I didn’t notice when someone left there? I was curious. I looked at the wooden partition and remained squatting. Then she looked at the wall again and saw a small hole on the side of her in the blackboard. Turning to her and not getting up from his haunches, she fell with an eye. Well, I do not know how it happened. I sat. I saw a hole in the board. And clung to her eye. That's all.
At first I did not see anything there. The hole was very small. And it was only visible something bright. Not immediately, but I realized that I see someone's bare ass. Turning my head, I saw something dark and I also saw a hanging belt buckle. It dawned on me that a man was squatting there. But why does he not get up? My curiosity did not give me rest. But I was a well-bred girl and understood that it was impossible to peep. Because she took her eyes off the hole. And then I saw that on the side there is another hole. Larger. For a while I struggled with temptation, and then quietly climbed from the parochial where there was a dark hole, and sat down next to another hole.
Clinging to it with my eye, I did not immediately understand what was happening. Trousers were visible. On her lap lay a newspaper. She prevented me from seeing the face of a man. He read it. Looking down below, I was stunned. There, between the legs of a man, under his butt, was SUCH ... For the first time so close, so frankly I saw a man's penis. He hung over a dark hole and looked like a big sausage. The man began to move, turning the newspaper to the other side, and the member swayed from side to side. Under the very backside there was something in the form of a skin bag with two rounded convex ovals in it. And above, under the very belly, everything was in thick dark hair.
The man began to move again, the member began to rock again. The rain was still knocking on the roof, and I did not hear the match strike there. I just noticed that the match burned down half flew to the floor. And then through the partition pulled tobacco smoke. I clamped my nose and began to breathe through my mouth, deciding to endure everything, but not to give myself away. I do not know why, but I really did not want a man to know about me squatting in front of a hole in the board.
Having lit a cigarette, the man continued to read the newspaper. And I continued to consider his penis. Then she saw a man put his right hand under his right knee from the backside and began to feel with his fingers the contents of the skin drooping bag after the penis. He did something like that with him, which I could not see in detail. And then it seemed to me that the member began to grow. I thought I was dreaming. But very soon there could be no doubt that the penis is increasing in size. He was getting thicker, longer, and as he began to rise, as he looked. I was stunned again. And the man continued to do something with the skin bag. I just saw how he gently squeezes and unclenches the rounded ovals in it. Pretty soon, a member grew to such a state that it was already sticking horizontally. The man left a skin bag alone and took hold of the beginning of his penis with his fingers. What he did there, I did not understand. Just saw how something pale pink appeared in the shape of a large knob. It was such a miracle that I almost gasped in admiration.
The man, meanwhile, pulled his right hand out from under the knee and began to unfold the newspaper, bending it to the other side. And while he was doing this, his big cock lightly jerked up for a second or two, jerked upward, went down to the same height again, and then zapped up again. A member stuck above the hole in the toilet floor horizontally and his knob looked at the door.
Turning the newspaper over, the man continued to read it, again putting his right hand under his knee. Now he began to stroke his fingers sticking member, and then clasped his hand, squeezed his hand into a fist. And again I almost gave myself off admiring ah, but I kept myself in time: in front of my fist, up to half of my penis was freely sticking out! The man spread his knees more comfortably and at first made two or three (I do not remember exactly) slow fist movements back and forth - from the hairy underbelly to the pink cap and back. I did not understand anything about what was happening. Yes, and could not understand in his seven years. But THAT was so interesting that I watched with bated breath. I did not even think that it was impossible to peep. There was such a "movie" that all the tales eclipsed. If I tell my girlfriend, I would not believe it.
Continuing to read the newspaper, the man began to rhythmically move his fist around the penis. I understood that it was a member. That for some reason it became big and long. But I absolutely did not understand why the man moves back and forth on his fist. But it was so interesting to spy on this that I didn’t notice anything else: all my attention was directed to the hole in the partition. And there all went and went a fist on the member. Time seemed to stop for me. I saw only a pink knob and a fist moving back and forth.
My legs got numb, but I was afraid to even move so as not to give myself away and I watched and watched and looked through the hole. And there the “cinema” which I had never seen before continued. At some point, the fist began to move the penis a little faster, then a little faster and sharper, and then I saw a man jerk his fist on the penis and suddenly very much pulled his fist on it right under his stomach. At that moment, unexpectedly for me, something came out of the pink knob on the floor of the toilet with a long spittle. I did not even understand what it was. And right after this spit the second spit of some liquid followed. The man suddenly jerked his fist around his penis, again strongly pulled his fist under his stomach, and something splashed out of the handle on the floor of the toilet for the third time. The man began to crush a member for something, squeezing out the remnants of some kind of liquid, large drops of a toilet falling into a dark hole. Then he left the member alone, pulled his hand out from under his knee, and began folding the newspaper. And then another miracle happened: I saw how the penis began to quickly decrease in size and very soon it was hanging again with a limp sausage.
The man got up from his haunches, took up his penis, wiped his pink knob with his hand and in some incomprehensible way, hid him, put his cock in his underpants, pulled up his pants, fastened his fly, and then strap, went off the attack, put the newspaper in a box for paper, opened the toilet door and left. I immediately got up from my haunches and, with difficulty, pulled on my still wet dress and panties, seized the can, moved to the next branch, laid there on the cheek. On the floor were a burnt match and an extinct cigarette butt. But they did not interest me. I squatted down. The first spit from a member was almost at the door. The second is approximately in the middle of the toilet. And the third - almost at the very moment. I did not understand anything. It looked like milk in appearance. Here, in my childish stupidity, I thought that women have milk, and they have it in their breasts. In men, too, milk is probably produced. But they have no breasts, and they have to pour it out in this way. Here I was such a naive fantasy!