As I sat on the park bench, soaking up the sun's rays, my attention was drawn to the public restroom nearby. A young man, perhaps in his early twenties, had just entered. I couldn't help but watch him, my gaze fixated on the door.
After a few minutes, he emerged, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. My eyes were drawn to it, and I felt a sudden heat spread through my body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - his penis was erect, straining against the fabric of his jeans.
I stood up, my heart racing, and approached him. He looked surprised, even a bit frightened, as I came closer. "Don't be afraid," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I couldn't help but notice your... equipment. It's quite impressive."
He blushed, looking down at the ground. I could see the embarrassment on his face, but I wasn't about to let him go. Not yet. I reached out, gently touching his erection through his pants. He moaned softly, and I could feel him growing harder under my touch.
"Let me help you take care of that," I said, my voice dripping with desire. He hesitated, but I could see the longing in his eyes. With a playful smile, I slipped my hand inside his pants, wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He gasped as I began to stroke him, my touch gentle but firm. I could feel him growing even harder in my hand, his moans growing louder. I glanced down, watching as the foreskin slipped back to reveal the glistening glans. I couldn't resist - I leaned down, taking him into my mouth.
He cried out in pleasure, his hands gripping my shoulders as I sucked and stroked him. I could feel him on the brink of orgasm, his hips thrusting forward as I teased him. "Are you going to squirt?" I asked, my voice husky with desire.
He nodded, his eyes wide with pleasure. I sucked harder, my fingers tightening around his cock. But just as he was about to come, I stopped. "Not yet," I said, a wicked smile on my face.
He groaned in frustration, but I wasn't done with him yet. I started stroking him again, my touch faster and more urgent. With a final thrust, he ejaculated into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.
I stood up, dusting myself off. He was left in a state of shock and awe, his cock still erect and dripping with cum. I smiled to myself, already planning our next encounter. "Until next time," I said, before walking away, leaving him to get dressed and process what had just happened.
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