Away." Look," he said, leaning closer, "I don't know what your problem is, but..." What my problem is?" I demanded. "I told you what my problem is! It...s you." Why? Because I had a couple drinks and now you think I don't like you anymore?" he replied, making sure to sound like he was speaking to a toddler. I resented that. "Please. Rory, stop kidding yourself, and stop trying to get to me, because it's not working." What the... what are you talking about?" I demanded.Aaron lowered his voice even. With each penetration and each hit her clit received, she would jump. Continuing this glorious torture to herself she would moan softly as though she might disturb someone in the empty room that abutted hers.Finally she pressed the purple cock deep inside her as the tickler pressed just right on the clit. The she would feel the urge deep inside of her and would hold on. She pressed the toy deep inside of her causing her back to arch. Her legs grew weak and wobbly while her walls were gearing up. The stalls had a few holes cut between them, some you could tell were just for peeking, but some were large enough to put a cock through. A lot of guys don't want to admit that the like their cocks sucked by a man so this was a great place for that and still remain anonomouse .One day Devon, Brock and I decided to use this bathroom as a test spot. Brock checked it out first and said it was pretty empty eccept for one of the stalls in the middle. I told Devon to go in and walk in front of the. I couldn't wait. We agreed to meet at the restaurant so there was an 'out' if we didn't hit it off in person, completely unnecessary as it turned out. The evening started well and just got better and better, no period of adjustment or unease; we talked, laughed and flirted through dinner and the drive to the concert hall. The wine we'd had with dinner had lent an edge to our flirting and we became more and more aware of each others physical presence, light brushes and 'accidental' touches gave.