Hey, the names Audrey, I'm a twenty one year old who homebody dosent really do much -- I wouldn't blame you for not looking twice at me. I like to dwelve into my books, knit and generally spend my time alone. That's why this series of events, I mean... having this.. throbbing monster right in front of me, is a bit awkward.

I had decided to go for a nice local walk, with the breeze sliding right across me and the sun so perfect, I couldn't resist. Of course I dressed for the weather: a short skirt, thigh high white stockings and a breezy cotton blouse to ripple across my firm breasts. It's not my usual fit, but I didn't really think anything off it -- surely my black thickly framed glasses warded off any attention. Surely my awkward skittish mannerism are already enough.

So on my walk, needing a bathroom break and feeling perspiration on my forehead, I stopped by a stray toilet by an overgrown thicket -- certainly not the prettiest nor the most inviting place could come across. But it'd do. On the second cramped stall, slightly less graffitied than the other one, I sat down; ignoring the cut-out holes and grotesque writing that 'welcomed' me in. My cotton panties slowly uncorked down my knees, careful not to touch the grimy floor, as I anxiously looked around.

Suddenly a commotion abruptly tore my moment of piece, 'oh good, good -- she's finally arrived' I hear a voice echo in the space. Footsteps shuffle to the stall next to mine, a the noise of unzipping and a belt buckle follow the pretending appearance of a vainy pulsing member. I choke on my words, reading the inscription above it: 'suck, whore'.

Hiya, PMs only please.

Kinks: scent, humiliation, corruption, recording, bastard, name calling, breeding

Limits: scat