Thana cheshtala tho thana loni urgency thelustundi. Thanu lungi lo unnadu. Lungi paiga naaku thana ubbu thelustundi. Lungi tent la lechi undi. Nenu at... choostunda gane thanu naa cheera lagesadu. Blouse hooks vippesadu.Dantho nenu just petticoat inka open blouse tho semi naked ga unnanu. Oka sari nannu choosi venakki thosadu. Nenu vellikila paddanu. Annayya emi chestada ani choostunnanu. Naaku indantha exciting ga undi. Naa daggaraku vochi, petticoat nada lagadu. Petticoat anchulu patti langa. I couldn’t help the feeling of trying to suck in my stomach trying to flex my 4 in half pack of abs, but I have a flat stomach but no abs yet. As I reached over to undo my belt “wait!” Ms J suddenly screams, she smiles n nod, I look at her and stop she has an undefined look on her face as she’s looking at me and flickers her hair to the right and smiles. I’m looking at her with a little bit of embarrassment and oddly enough turned on. Not sure which one it is that I am feeling, or I am supposed. I felt exposed and knew that my nipples were large and taut, embarrassingly demonstrating how turned on I was.‘Good,’ said the man behind me. ‘Much better.’There was a pause and I knew they were gazing at me, eyes on my breasts, my arched torso, my cunt completely on display between my spread legs. A lazy hand came down from above and started teasing one of my nipples, stroking, pinching, rubbing, twisting… It was as though he knew exactly what to do to turn me on the most, and I heard myself. He is in his mid 60's and is about 5'10", med/lge build with greying hair. I knew he was married as I had seen him and his wife in town occasionally, on Tuesday though I happened to bump into him as I entered the public conveniences in the town centre and he was already in there stood at the urinals. I made my way to the cubicle at the far end of the room, which as is the case with most public loos these days was covered in graffiti and even had a lame attempt at a glory hole gouged in the wood.