You actually did need to genuinely use the bathroom. It couldn’t be worse timing. Late at night on the seemingly most remote platform in the subway station. You knew things would be weird but you weren’t going to be able to hold on so you figured you’d risk in. Do your business and leave as quickly as possible.

The bathroom was about as graffiti covered and filthy as you thought it would be. Stepping inside you first saw a suit wearing businessman playing with the cock of a punk in the back corner. It hardly seemed like a traditional relationship and instead seemed financially driven. Still, neither paid you any attention.

Standing at the urinal was a very tall trans woman with long black hair, a skintight black dress over some very large breasts, sheer stockings and heels. Her dress was pulled up and her cock was out as she relieved herself. Trying hard not to stare you couldn’t help but notice how big she was even flacid. In general she was big to the point of being kind of intimidating.

You decided to use a stall. Unfortunately the lock didn’t seem to work that well but you figured you would be safe. You unzipped your pants and started to relieve yourself, trying to ignore the terrible conditions around you.

As you did you heard the sounds of the woman’s heels turn and make their way towards you. Before you had a chance to think the stall door opened and she stepped in behind you, towering over you. She reached around in front of you and grabbed your cock, holding it as you pissed into the bowl.

“Here, let me help you.” Her voice was very deep and masculine.

21 , PM preferred. Just pick up from where I left off.