I began walking around town, sizing up possible destinations.Behind a wall, a garden, an alleyway. Nothing was discreet enough. I made my way down to ...he seafront about to give up when I came across a public toilet.Great.I walked in, found a free cubicle and locked the door.I placed the magazine top of the closed toilet lid, pulled both my jeans and underwear down and slowly began to massage my cock.It took a little while to get my cock hard, whether it was nerves or excitement I don't know,. " I was wishing I felt as confident as I sounded. My sex life hadn't exactly been hopping lately, and it had been a looong time since I'd been with a really young woman. I was a little worried that I might not be able to live up to her expectations. Oh well, it was too late to back out now. And Kara wasn't done trying to get me to talk, either."Pleeaasse! Tell me what you're going to do!" She was kind of fake whining. At least, I hope it was fake. If it wasn't it could old real. While there her friend revealed to me that she saw the pic of my cock too and she thinks it's quite big. I then bought my little cowgirl a top shelf long island ice tea. She drank the whole thing down and that's when the fun started. She got back in my car and started talking trash about how i was scared to fuck her. I figured it was the liquor talking so I just laughed a listened. Then she called me "little boy". Big no no I then told her to name a place and I would fuck her on the spot. She. She knew that any reasonableperson would be very skeptical of such a call and had to do her best togarner some manner of credibility. Flattering the subject was always agood tact, especially with a male. "You're too modest, Mr. Pope. When we put those three words 'specialevent broadcasting', in a Google and LinkedIn search, your name and yourcompany, "Allied Vision", came up repeatedly. And we followed up withcalls to other people in the industry. You are quite accomplished."I was starting.