I was walking down London’s famous Oxford Street, just looking for a present to buy for my younger brother’s birthday when I glanced at this lovely young lady at a bus stop on the other side of the road. She had long red hair, wore a light blue denim jacket, white shirt and had a multi-coloured knee-length skirt and black shoes (not high heels).
I stood mesmerised as she paced up and down, did little dances, and sometimes curtsied. She also had a carrier bag discreetly covering the front of her skirt. She had put her thumb to her crotch through her skirt because she was carrying the bag.
She must have wanted to pee so badly and yet she wanted to hold herself too, but could not. As I wasn’t in a hurry to go home, I was tempted to follow her when her bus finally arrived after ten minutes. At that moment, my penis was as stiff as a wooden plank.
When I got home later, I only thought about her and nothing else, and masturbated furiously until I came.