I was on a lunch break, in plain clothes, at a burger joint, my regular spot, and I went into the bathroom after putting in my order. I went into the ...tall because I like a little privacy, and sat down to pee. I heard someone come in, and go to the urinal, in fact, I could see HIM. There was a hole in the wall of the stall facing the urinals, one of those gloryholes, I guess. I'm not into that shit, I have a beautiful wife, and two girls, 9 and 13. My wife is stacked and I always love-- anyway,. When Cort licked her lips he walked up to her and sat beside her. No words were exchanged as he started roughly fondling her little body, and she groped at his crotch. She stuck her hands down his track pants and realized he wasn't wearing underwear, before feeling his hard cock, oozing pre-cum. She rub her hand on it several times before bringing it up to her nose and sniffing it. It was perfect! The raunchy smell of urine, and old cum and sweat! She wasted no time, pulling his pants down and. The familiar buzzing sounded loud against my shallow breathing as I guided it around my cock. Running it up one side and over the head, pausing at the sensitive area just under the base caused me to catch my breath."Oh. Fuck...!" I exclaimed. I had forgotten how powerful it was considering its small size, the buzzing changed tone as I gently ran it back over the head of my swollen cock. I closed my eyes and imagined your fingers doing the same, slipping easily over the glistening surface. Some. He made a joke about the night I couldn't get it up for him, and I instantly became defense, insisting I was simply too drunk. Happens to everyone.He laughed, teasing me even further about how I probably wouldn't of lasted long anyways. He tells me he's never tried it again ever since. Me neither, I tell him, following it up with a playful remark about his blow job skills and we both share a laugh.Later on after we finish our drinks, we head up to the room. He tells me to be quiet, not to wake.