Peep

I went for dim sum a couple of weeks ago, with a woman who occasionally stops in London on her way somewhere else and asks me very politely to do unspeakable things to her.

This was just a lunch to catch up, not a prelude to play. That would happen a few days later. When we'd paid the bill I excused myself and went to the toilet. I was standing at the urinal when I heard her voice. "Mon, step back so I can see your cock."

I hadn't noticed that the ladies and gents shared a sink, and if you bent down, there was a straight line of vision from the other room to the urinal I was standing at.

Helpful as always, I stepped back, pushed my jacket out of the way and held my cock out. "This okay?"

"Perfect," she purred.

When I was shaking off the last drop, about to zip up my trousers, I heard someone enter the ladies' room.

"Oh..." the stranger said, surprised. She'd caught my lady friend bent over, peering into the gents'.

I washed my hands, then waited for my date outside the restaurant. When she finally arrived, she looked a bit flustered.

"That was fun," I said.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I hid in the cubicle until she was gone." She took my arm, and we walked towards Carnaby St. She was about to be late for a meeting. "You know, while I was hiding... it was kind of sexy, waiting for her to leave." The grip on my arm tightened. "I was so tempted to masturbate."

"Did you?" I asked, very interested.

"No, but I'm fucking wet."

"We should do that again, without the disapproving intruder."

"I would like that very much," she smiled.