Sara by Sara

I gradually composed myself. He was still there. Was he there for me? Did the idea of having sex with me turn him on? The possibility that anyone might be turned on by the idea of having sex with me was a powerful intoxicant. Still there was nothing but silence from the stall next to me.
So I was presented with a conundrum.
What to do?
Soon enough I knew I had to see that cock one more time. This time I would look at it with purpose and calculation. I would commit its image in every detail to memory….the size of the head, the veins in the shaft… I knew there was no way I had the courage to make the first move, so to speak, but at the very least I could go back to my room and in the gathering darkness I could masturbate to a powerful orgasm while thinking of this splendid cock.
So again I approached the hole. This time, with more resolve. Had I again approached slower I might have seen what was waiting for me there, but I didn’t. When I pinned my eye against the hole, I found a most shocking surprise. Can you imagine what that surprise was, my dear fellow sissy reader?
I found myself staring right into the unblinking eye of my companion in the stall next to me.
I recoiled in horror. I’d had my first gay/sissy urge not five minutes ago and already I’d been “found out”. I hurriedly pulled up my pants, and ran out of the bathroom back to my seat. My face must’ve been beet red, and if anybody had bothered to notice me they could’ve instantly seen what a wreck I was.
I stared at the door to the mens room, which was in plain view of my table. Finally, the door opened,and I returned my stare intently down at my books, doing my best to appear absorbed in my studies and not the least bit interested in who was emerging from the men’s room. It was then that I realized to my horror there was no one else in the general vicinity but he and I.
He walked towards and then past my table on his way to the elevator. I never dared look up. As he passed, though, he strummed his fingers on my table.