City Mouse in the Country by Little Robbie Chapter 5 I found the MEN’S restroom and hesitated for a minute. Would I be best off waiting for someone to come out, or should I charge right in now, since there were no men waiting to get in? There was no easy answer, so I swallowed hard and pushed forward. There was one guy washing his hands and another standing at a urinal, but neither seemed to notice me. I quickly moved on to the toilet stalls; there were three stalls, and two of them were occupied, so I slipped into the only available stall door and quickly closed the door. The two stalls on either side of me were occupied, so I had to be super-discreet about being here. It was at this point that I noticed what a putrid smell was hanging over the restroom. The whole place smelled of urine and unflushed toilets. Many WOMEN’S restrooms have a little stink to them, but not like this! I looked down at the floor of the stall and was disappointed to see the dirt around the toilet and the back wall. The rest of my stall’s floor was only a little cleaner. I had a little nausea just standing, but I recovered myself before I barfed. These stalls were the type with the doors and divider panels that were about 12 inches off the floor, so my feet were potentially a dead giveaway of my invasion into the “wrong restroom” to anyone looking. But I had to stop worrying about these things, I had a task to complete. I lifted my tank top up over my head and hung it on the door hook. Finally, I tugged down on my short-shorts and also hung them on the door hook. There I stood, butt naked in the MEN’S restroom. I started to hyper-ventilate. This was like a nightmare. Recalling Ronnie’s instructions. I lowered my naked butt onto the not-too-clean toilet seat, which was, of course, unsteady due to the loose attachment bolts at the back. I would have to be careful not to move it around too much. I spread my knees as far as I could, with both knees touching the stall’s side panels. Then I started fingering my clitoris and vagina; I really wanted this to get this over with as quickly as possible. I closed my eyes, trying to forget that I was in the middle of a MEN’S restroom at a drive-in. “HEY! SOMEONE IN THERE?” I heard pounding on the door. My eyes popped open and my heart stopped. I tried to lower the pitch of my voice, but I don’t know how successful I was. “Occupied. Thank you.” (Why did I say thank you…?) “WELL HURRY UP IN THERE!” Oh, geez, I gotta get this done. Closed my eyes again and returned to rubbing my pussy furiously. 2 minutes. More guys – and boys – coming and going, but no one noticed my bare feet, visible under the door. 5 minutes. Rub, rub, rub, c’mon! Another guy entered, and I soon heard a knuckle rapping on my stall door. I stopped, afraid I was being too noisy. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s goin’ on in there?” I lowered my voice again, “Uhhh, occupied!” “Uhn-huh. I see your cute little feet. How ‘bout I come in there and help out?” OMG! I lifted my feet and froze. A minute later, he scoffed, used a urinal, and exited. This was getting too risky. I resumed quietly, eyes closed, and finally started to feel the juices on my fingers. I added a second finger to my vagina and started pounding away. Soon I felt the orgasm rising, but my instructions were to stop just short of an orgasm, so I forced myself to stop, even though by now I was dying to come. Then I stood up and grabbed my phone out of my shorts. I took a photo of my soaking-wet pussy and sent it to Ronnie’s phone. I waited for her reply, but it didn’t come right away. After a couple of minutes, I sent it again. A few minutes later, she finally replied – I think she had been stalling to keep me more embarrassed. “Look how wet u are! Get dressed and come back to the car.” Thank god! I snapped the shorts and top back on as quickly as I could. Without checking first, I just made a beeline for the door, ignoring the “What the fuck!” behind me as I exited. Now the revealing top and short shorts didn’t feel quite so embarrassing. Ronnie was all smiles as I got back into the car. I glared at her. “How could you make me do that?! It was the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done!” Ronnie smirked knowingly. “Yeah, right. Admit it, City Mouse – you enjoyed every second of it.” Wha… But… I just shut up. I did NOT enjoy that! Did I? I slinked down into the passenger seat and pretended to watch the movie. After a few minutes, I felt Ronnie’s right hand gently return to my naked midriff, then slowly crawl down to my waist. I looked over at Ronnie, and she betrayed no sign of doing anything other than watching the movie. Her hand reached the top of my shorts, and once again she unbuttoned the waist and pulled the zipper down. I felt my breathing quicken, and I was about to raise my left hand to intervene, when Ronnie turned toward me. “Emma, how about you lose the shorts now?” “Ronnie, I c-can’t! Your convertible top is down, I’d be fully exposed!” “Yeah... And…?” “Well… People are walking right past the car, they’re likely to s-see me.” “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. It’s very dark now, and unless you make any noise, no one will have a clue that your cute little clitty is naked and being played with. Now stop stalling. Take those shorts off, right now.” Remembering the feeling of Ronnie’s fingers in my pussy, I relented and raised my butt to push my shorts over my hips and down my legs, all the while looking around furtively to make sure no one could see what was happening in our front seat. Ronnie leaned over and grabbed the shorts off the floor mat, then tossed them into the back seat. “Mmmmm! Doesn’t that feel delicious, airing out your girl parts like this? Even better if you spread your knees a bit more, okay?” I did it. The cool night air on my pussy felt…uh…daring? Dangerous? I surreptitiously moved my right hand to cover up, but I didn’t think Ronnie noticed. Then I felt her right hand settle gently on my left thigh. “You know what, the seats in this car can tilt back to make you more comfortable. Just reach down with your right hand (she did notice!) for the controls on the side of the seat. The one toward the back is the tilt control – just slide that one back a bit.” I slid the button back, and I felt the seat-back tilt back a few degrees. I instantly felt more exposed. That’s it, no more tilt. Please? “Emma, I’m sure you can be more comfortable than that. Let’s go back a bit farther, alright?” I could have argued, but… I don’t know why, I just complied. I was now back about 45 degrees. Even more embarrassing, more dangerous. Jesus. I was naked from my midriff down, practically lying down in a convertible in the middle of a drive-in movie. My head was swirling. I didn’t want this…did I? “There you go. Now just slip your hands back under your butt, please.” Could this get any worse? I slid my hands under my butt cheeks, making me feel more defenseless. Ronnie’s right hand started gently caressing my left thigh, and in no time it had inched back over my pubic mound. I was sure that my pussy was getting even wetter than it already was. I forced myself to watch the movie, hoping to appear nonchalant and completely non-complicit in this whole thing. Ronnie slid her middle finger gently into my slit, which was embarrassingly easy considering how wet my labia were by now. I sensed Ronnie leaning slightly toward me, and her fingers went to work, separating my labia and gently probing my clit. It responded immediately, and OMG! I let out a too-loud moan. Ronnie and I exchanged looks; she smiled slyly. “Careful there, cuz, you’ll attract attention from the neighbors.” I felt my cheeks redden as I turned my head to the right to look at that car. It looked like a family with adults in the front and kids in the back. I better keep it down. I turned my head back to watch the movie, even though I could barely concentrate on it. Ronnie’s middle finger continued to play with my clit, then slid down to my vagina. My eyelids fell and I gasped for air. Her finger started slowly pulsing into my vagina, then began to speed up. I groaned. I was sure I was gonna lose it, when suddenly SHE STOPPED! “Uh… Ronnie… “ She turned her head to me. “What? Oh, did I interrupt your orgasm? So sorry, I was so wrapped up in the movie, I just lost track.” “It’s… It’s okay, I’ll just… “ I started to pull out my right hand. “Nope! No you don’t! Put that hand back where it belongs – under your cute little butt. Now don’t worry, Emma, I’ll get you your orgasm, I just want to have a little fun with you first. Just lie back and watch the movie. Don’t worry at all about all those people passing by our car and wondering what the noise is all about.” OMG. I shut my eyes. Were there really onlookers to our little game here in Ronnie’s convertible? In no time, Ronnie is ooh-ing and ahh-ing, so okay, eyes open again. Guys dancing and stripping off. Channing Tatum down to a silver mini-jock strap and twerking something fierce. Yes! I want those abs! I want that package! When is he going to strip off that silver jock strap?? Her hand went back to work in my vagina, but really slowly this time, just casually sliding in and out, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. Occasionally stopping to flick my clit. I’m groaning but getting no response from her. I tried flexing my butt back and forth, trying to speed things up. I REEAALLY needed to cum. After bringing me to the edge and back four times, my whimpering was getting louder, and Ronnie’s sexy smile had become very annoying laughter. Laughing at me. She stopped again. NO! I just sat there silently. I was absolutely ready to bolt from the car and rub one off on the car hood if I had to. With her hand withdrawn, I became even more aware of how wet my vulva was at that point. Also, the credits were rolling; movie was over. The other cars around us were starting up and turning their headlights on. Started our engine, Ronnie turns to me. “Okay, little Emma, now’s your chance. Get your hands out from under your fanny, and get busy masturbating. I’ll let you cum if you can bring yourself off by the time we exit the drive-in. If not, you’re not cumming at all tonight. Go!” Ronnie started pulling forward, pointed toward the exit. I gasped, “Ronnie, with all the other car headlights on, we’re lit up like daytime here. I’m already almost naked - can’t I wait until we’re out of the drive-in before…y’know?” “Before what?” “Before…before, y’know, mas…masturbating.” “No, you may not. You’re losing time, better get busy. So what if someone sees you? You don’t know anyone here. You’ll just be some hot desperate girl some people once saw pulling one off in the drive-in.” I was too far gone, I HAD to cum. I closed my eyes and went to work, my right hand with two fingers in my vagina, my left hand rubbing my clit. This felt so good, maybe I could make it before we get to the exit. Then I heard car horns honking around us, and I popped my eyes open. What?! A guy next to us on Ronnie’s side was leaning out of his window. “Go, baby, go! You need any help, huh?” Ohhh god. I didn’t think I could get any redder. I tried to shut him out and closed my eyes again. I was SO CLOSE. I moved my left hand to my right tit and started rolling my nipple furiously. I sped up pumping my vagina for all I was worth. I saw the exit gate steadily get closer. Ronnie was enjoying the heck out of this. I heard her laughing at me. “Emma, you’re almost out of time. Better start thinking about how you’re going to get to sleep tonight with both hands tied to your headboard. It will be so much fun to tease your little clit until you’re completely insane. I may have to gag you to keep you from waking up Noah. Unless, that is, you’d like Noah to come in and play with you also. Would you like that, Emma?” Oh Jesus, no! We’re inching forward, and I’m getting desperate, but I…I can feel my orgasm building. I’m squirming in my seat now and pinching my left nipple. O god o god. Pleeeaase! Just as we’re passing under the exit gate, my body stiffens, my leg muscles contract, and my orgasm explodes! Oooh! Way bigger than any orgasm I’d ever had. Ooooooooooh! I was practically kneeling on the floorboard now, with my knees fully bent under me and my ass rubbing against the center console. Ronnie was still laughing, “You did it, Emma! That was massive! And just in the nick of time! Now sit up straight, no scrunching on the floor.” I forced myself up onto the seat and, at Ronnie’s further insistence, returned my seatback to a more upright position. “May I, uh, put my shorts back on now?” “Oh, that’s right! I forgot about them. Let’s see…” With that, she reached back and grabbed my shorts. Then, without even looking my way, she chucked them out of the window as we sped down the road toward home. “Ronnie! What was that?! How am I supposed to get back to our bedroom half-naked?!” “Hm, yes, how will you do that, I wonder?” Then she snickered without taking her eyes from the road. I sat and stewed all the way home. I could only hope that everyone else would be in bed by the time we arrived.