I’m nervous.
How is this going to go?
Who is there, on the other side?
I can hear breathing, it is steady and yet eager.
Who is she?
What does she look like?
That last bit doesn’t matter, I guess. She doesn’t know how I look, either, and yet here we are.
I look at the hole with some relief. It’s stupid, but earlier I spiralled over whether it’d be big enough. I am… well endowed. Turns out it’s bigger than I thought it would be. I could easily fit my arm through there. Also, they put rubber on the edges of the hole to eliminate risks of cuts or whatever.
All of this is running through my mind when I hear the word Hi, half-whispered, coming from the stall next to mine. Coming from the hole…
I stop moving.
I stop breathing.
I stop everything.
I don’t know what to say or do.
“Don’t be shy,” the voice continues, “Please, I wanna suck your cock… please…”
That breaks me out of my nervous daze.
I pull out my cock. I’m already hard — I have been thinking about this all morning, hell, all week. I start sliding it through the hole and I hear that same woman’s voice whisper, Holy shit. I…
