When it was about quarter sized, I realized it was probably not just an accident or someone pulling a screw out of the divider. I continued to use tha... stall to jack off in. One afternoon, I realized I wasn’t the only one jacking off in the stalls in the bathroom. I could see under the divider the unmistakable shadow of a hand moving in the stall next to me. What shocked and excited me was looking over and seeing an eye at that hole; looking at me doing the same thing. The guy. I smiled back and replied I was just masturbating myself there.My answer looked to shock the little girl…but then she laughed.I thought Johanna was straight; but however, I invited her to share a drink at the coffee shop around the corner. She accepted, saying she was not busy.We chatted for a while, talking about our husbands and making some critic about several stupid girls in the office. We shared good time that afternoon.A few days later, I was again feeling the strain of my lack of. I lay her down on the couch and moved her right leg over so she was straddling me. I put both hands on her waist and pulled her down so that my crotch was next to hers. I was already hard but wasn't sure if she noticed.Thu didn't protest so I kept my hands on her waist and brushed my fingers over her bare abdomen."What are you thinking about?" she asked."Just you and how beautiful you look," I answered. "And how I want to remember you like this."My eyes looked over her, seeing the sparkle in. ”She laughed, “Don’t be sorry, it’s flattering” It was only at this point I realised that her hand was still on my crotch. I put my hand over hers, “Like I said you are a beautiful girl and I bet you could have this effect on a lot of younger lads.”She smiled and pressed her hand a little deeper, “Can I see it?”“Fuck it” I thought. I moved her hand away and lifted myself to slip down my trousers and boxers, letting my hard cock stand proud in front of her.Her eyes looked at it intently, “Auntie.