Chapter 2 The surprise
After Alissa left I kept working at my booth trying to clear my head of the bizarre thing that had just happened. Eventually I got to the end of what must have been my fourth cup of coffee and realized it was already 9:30am. I figured I needed to get moving if I was to have time to stop back at the hotel, wash up, and then make it to the office for the 10:30am start. As I stood up to leave I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom now rather than wait until I got back to the hotel. I headed to the restrooms passing by the entrance of the restaurant and half expected to see Alissa waiting for me, ready to pounce, but was happy to find she was nowhere to be seen. Maybe that was it - I'd head into work, leave Portland in a few days, go home, and never see or hear from her again.
The restaurant had two unisex bathrooms with just a toilet and washbasin and I was relieved the one I picked was spotlessly clean with a good functioning lock on the door. There's just something about sitting on a public toilet when the door is six plus feet away that makes me nervous, hence the compulsive lock check. I unzipped my fly and found my cock was rock solid from wanting to pee for so long. That makes it very difficult to pee in a toilet standing up and pretty awkward when sitting down for that matter. Either way requires a lot of bending and difficulty with relaxing enough to actually pee, but you have to work with what you've got and not be a dick who also pisses all over the seat or floor. So I put down my work bag, pulled down my pants and turned to hover awkwardly over the seat, bending my cock as little as possible to pee in the bowl. It worked eventually but when I sat down I realized I still had a rock hard boner.
Normally I'd just tuck it away and hide any bulge by holding my work bag over my groin area as I left and by the time I'd walked out to my car I'd be good to go. Problem solved! But since Alissa had just gotten me so worked up and I still had another five minutes or so spare I figured I'd you know, take care of "the problem" a different way. Some quick "relief" now might also help me with not thinking about sex all day which was important since I really needed to focus on work stuff today. I stood up a little and let my cock stand erect and then I sat down again. I grabbed some toilet paper, wadded up a few sheets and started at it. Having a foreskin no lube was necessary, just my imagination and good old Rosie Palms to keep me company. I closed my eyes and remembered back to one of the many torrid love making sessions with Alissa. She was riding me cowgirl style, her pussy gripping my cock like a clam because she was a Kegel master and had on occasion milked me to an orgasm with her pussy muscles alone. In my imagination her long hair was tickling my face and her soft ample breasts were nestled around my face supported by my hands as I periodically sucked on her pert nipples...
"Clack!" came a noise from the direction of the door lock.
"What the fuck! Didn't I lock the door?" I was thinking as I opened my eyes and shouted out "BUSY!!!". Seeing the handle moving I realized the interloper was not stopping and I panicked hurriedly hiding my cock by leaning forward and pulling my shirt over it as if I was taking a dump.
"SURPRISE!" came Alissa's voice as she barged into the room with the emergency key in hand quickly closing the door behind her.
"What the heck Alissa?" I exclaimed.
"I figured you'd be here after all that coffee and saw you stepping into the restroom just now. Thought you'd need some "help" so I busted out the emergency key..." she said twirling the key around her finger and locking the door again behind her, "... and here I am!"
"And I thought I was going crazy and hadn't locked the door. But Alissa you can't just barge in like this," I protested, "what if someone saw you?"
"Then I'm helping a customer with a plumbing problem," and she pointed at the plunger in the corner, "happens all the time. Besides I'm on break now and no one will care what I'm up to for a while."
"But why are you here?" I continued.
"Well why are YOU here?" Alissa responded as she moved over to look down at me hunched on the toilet awkwardly. With a quick snatch she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up exposing my still hard cock. "You dirty little boy whacking off in a public restroom! I hope at least you were thinking of me - if so I may not have to report you!" she said mockingly.
I blushed and mumbled, "Yes I was, actually."
Alissa beamed a bright smile. "Well no need to just think about me any more, I'm right here babe," she said enthusiastically. At that she squatted down in front of me, grabbed my cock and looking up at me from below her fringe started sucking on it salaciously. She did it so fast I had no time to object before she was already at it.
"But Alissa, I can't, I'm going to be late for work, and besides... this is, is, it's cheating!" I protested pathetically. "As much as I would like to, I just can't do this!" my plea continued as she resolutely ignored me and continued with her sucking.
After some more ministrations on my now throbbing cock she paused momentarily and raised a hand to stroke my brow. "Relax, I've thought about that problem hon," she said.
"What do mean you 'thought about it' Alissa, what does that mean?" I demanded.
"Well... remember how we met John?" she began.
"Yes, you were working in that cafe downtown back East and I came in for coffee," I said recalling the afternoon.
"Do you remember why you were in that cafe in particular?" Alissa quizzed, continuing my trip down memory lane.
Sheepishly I answered, "Because it was the one across from the Jade Oasis where I got a massage once in a while."
"Bingo!" Alissa exclaimed grinning.
"That as ages ago. In any case what's that go to do with... with... with all this?" I asked looking down at her holding my stiff cock which she was now stroking slowly and lovingly.
"Well, did you know I knew the girls who worked at Jade Oasis?" she continued.
"You knew them? Really?" I asked with a sense of confusion and somewhat skeptically.
"Sure did. Some were regulars. We'd hang out and chat when the cafe wasn't too busy and neither were they. Sometimes we'd play a game of trying to guess which guys walking along the street would end up going up to Jade for a massage. Somehow they were really good at it, could spot a man needing 'body work' a mile off. And you know what else?"
"No, what?" I said drawing a blank.
