“Silly man, girls can’t use a urinal. We don’t have the right plumbing.”

“Bet you a blow job I can teach you very quickly and your boyfriend can watch.”

======== forty minutes earlier =========

Damn! My new brown slacks are ruined from a simple slip and fall. Well, maybe not so simple. How annoying! After CONSTANTLY preaching a driver safety mantra in my classes, “EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED,” I’m the one who walks into a post ... and trips in a bucket. I also teach awareness of distractions, yet that stunning, compelling vision of beauty spun my head around. Her bright blue eyes enchanted me. Like a cartoon catastrophe, one foot hung in mid air as I twisted all of me to track that beautiful blur until she disappeared behind the building. Apparently the eyes in my feet didn’t work since that hovering foot tried to step down two feet away from the ground, but landed in an open bucket. It got stuck in the bucket, and it threw me off balance into the post which shoved me back and onto my ass. Gravel ripped a dozen little holes in my slacks below the right rear pocket, so they’re useless for anything dressy.

I headed for the gas station’s only rest room to yield to nature and to change into my jeans when I slipped again, so I picked myself up and angrily shoved the door open. Some other angry person had been here before me. They had already broken the door lock, and the makeshift slide bolt hung unuseable by one screw. The one-seater room surprised me with its cleanliness and even smelled of recent disinfectant use. Despite the cleanliness, the bowl sat cracked in half and useless. At least a urinal graced the red ceramic tiled room.

As I dragged my torn slacks off, the pain in my right cheek told me how deep the tears were. My lacerated tighty-whities were snagged into the cuts in the slacks, so pulling the slacks down also pulled them down at the same time. Since the front flap was already torn, it could have been extra embarrassing if anyone were around to see the tears and my man meat popping in and out of the front split. Well, careful what you wish for, or message the universe about! The unsecured door suddenly burst open and nearly broke off the hinges.

A guy in jeans ran in dragging a bedazzling young girl with him. She was that stunning, compelling vision of beauty that put me here. I froze, but they didn’t see me immediately. He said, “Hurry! Inside. We can hide here awhile.” This vision of loveliness spiraled into the small room and lit it with her glowing aura and sparkly bright smile. Golden flocks wrapped her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her deep, bright, blue eyes captured my spirit and balanced her unpainted lustrous red lips. Except for white high heels, the white, fifties style, loose halter top barely hiding her D cups, navy blue billowy skirt without petticoats, she looked fourteen. Too young to look so stunning!

Her white sweater flew off one shoulder as her skirt floated a foot above her knees and vaunted her perfect, creamy, toned thighs. Then she stopped spinning, still hand in hand with her boyfriend, and gasped at my surprise presence. Her skirt completed another half spin before very, very slowly collapsing around her knees. Her thin white sweater fell to her waist, but dragged one side of her halter top down at the best angle for me to see her escaped, full, naked, D-cup tit and thick, tall, captivating nipple. I groaned at the lusty sight.

“Ummm, Gary,” she spoke with a high, nasal pitch. “Ummm, who’s this?” She inspected the twisted sight before her. A dulling yet pleasant pressure filled my brain. Still frozen and bent while changing pants, with my one leg off, my foot locked still in the air. My dreadful, torn whities partially exposed my growing dick. The boyfriend slammed and leaned against the useless entry door. I noticed I was licking my lips like a perv as my eyes wandered from her captivating, brilliant blue eyes to the naked tit flesh still exposed so casually. She was so compelling, I didn’t notice that I’d put my foot down and dragged my skivvies even lower. With my dick barely snagged inside, most of it was exposed to her gaze. Her staring at it made it swell again. She smiled and said, “Oh, it looks like it will be OK. He’s growing on me.” Ohhhhh, how I wished! My brain pressure ebbed, then returned like an ocean wave.