.."In the men's bathroom...in a stall, right now." They looked incredulously at her, as she slowly got up and walked toward the bathroom...but follow...ed her around the bar and down the hallway ...watching her perfect asscheeks rotate beneath her tight designer skirt.It was a two stall bathroom, and she walked in and turned around to look at them, and tossed her cigarette to the floor and crushed it. As luck would have it no one was in there at the moment, and she smiled sweetly at them as she. What was it about her that struck me so? It certainly wasn't beauty. She was overweight and, at that moment, displaying an ample crack in the back of her jeans as she sat on the floor, shelving a stack of picture books. It wasn't style-- she had wildly unkempt black curly hair, black hornrim glasses and no makeup, all of which gave her a certain boyish look.No, what wowed me was that she seemed free. Free of all the things I'd come to school with-- the need to dress up like every day was a job. Then crawl into bed when she knew he was fast asleep. Another one of his rages she just couldn't face tonight! She lay there in the warm water thinking of the pleasant day she had with Greg on the beach, talking and having lunch together. He was so nice. She wondered where he was right now and what he was doing. She found herself smiling thinking of him. He was so attractive and friendly. He must be married or have a girlfriend, she thought.She slipped out of the water and dried off. She. I hadn't even seen this boys cock but he was getting a good view of me.I felt a tug on my knickers and immediately knew he was trying to rip them off me. He ripped harder twice more before the seam gave way and I was fully exposed. I gasped as the kickers ripped.'Like what you see' I asked.Dan smiled, 'Lovely Carol. Just what I expected in an older woman. He pushed himself up against me and I felt his cock saw along my wet pussy slit.'Hold on' I said. 'Condom? Where is it. I presume you have.