" She eyed an intercom panel in the hallway. There appeared to be one primary button... She punched it. "Hello?" Yes?" A contralto voice issued from t...e speaker."This is Nora. My boyfriend is getting ready to leave. Could you have Jorge bring his car around?" Was that what you said? Around?"Certainly, Miss. He'll be right there." Who was that?" Nate wondered."No idea." Nora shrugged. In a moment, they were at the door. "I know this has been weird and strange, but look at it this way -- I'm. I thought about it for a minute before deciding that sharing a little couldn’t hurt anything. “Well, if you really want to know, a friend of his gave him some Viagra to try last year, and he’s been using it ever since. I told him he didn’t need it—that he satisfied me just fine without it, but I must confess, once we tried it, we were hooked. He’s been an animal in the sack ever since. That stuff is amazing.”“Viagra!” she almost shouted, her hand flying to her chest. “He’s 29. Surely he doesn’t. He calls it pussy snap. Other times I bring them in and out like butterfly wings. Stan says I have perfectly sized and shaped labia, whatever that quality is, but I have also heard it from other men for whom I have masturbated so it gives me confidence and encourages me to do it even more. Some men want me to keep stretching them while they masturbate which I take as a nice compliment and which further feeds the exhibitionist in me. Stan also likes me to unhood my rather prominent clit at the. I imagined someone seeing and wondering, “how did he get so wet on the front of his Star Wars t-shirt.” The restroom was empty, the stranger had left, I didn’t hear water in the sink or the horrible electric hand dryers that did nothing but move air. I washed my hands, his cum had gotten on them but for some reason I wanted to feel his seed.I wished I had tasted it. I watched as the automatic faucet washed the final remnants of his orgasm off my hands, erasing the evidence that I had.