Upon entering, I was greeted with the sight of flickering fluorescent lighting and the overpowering smell of bleach, with the heating turned up high. ... checked the stalls and the urinals, but nobody was about. I entered one of the two cubicles that sat next to each other, and freed my cock from the confines of my jeans and underwear, reading about the latest exploits of the glamorous transvestite who called herself 'Linda', scrawled on the back of the old, battered wooden door. Linda should. He had a decent medium sized uncut tool, much to my delight. The moment we stripped he went for my limp tool to take in his mouth. I asked him to take it easy and hugged him – mainly to prevent two things – one to prevent him from sucking straight away and two to prevent him from French kissing me with his whiskey smelling mouth. I did manage it rather remarkably as he slowly started nibbling my left nipple. All along I was trying to play with his cock – but he kept pushing my hand with a ‘No. Why did you get into bed with me?"He looked angry, or maybe hurt; my face scrunched up in confusion."Don't you remember?" I asked.It was his turn to look puzzled."It's really the dog's fault, actually. He woke me up and practically dragged me down the hallway. You were dreaming." Dreaming?" Yes, Steven. That thing we do when we're in REM sleep. If I had to guess, you were having a nightmare, actually. It must have woken the dog. And he came to get me."Steven's face was slowly turning red."Did I. "Ah David" she smiled on opening the door, "Right on time as usual, dinner will be about ten minutes, lets have a glass of wine whilst we wait"I watched as she walked in front of me into her spacious dining room and felt my prick stirring at the sight of her luscious buttocks moving sensuously beneath her thin summer dress."What have you got planned for tomorrow David?" she asked as she passed me a glass of wine, "Or have you forgotten that it's the start of the holiday week?" No I've not.